A/N: So I decided to do a mini series about a day in Elijah's life. A random day. But let's admit, everyday is badass Elijah day. So yeah, this is part one. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, reviews would be lovely.
There he was, lying on his king size bed while his dark honey brown eyes were closed shut. But he wasn't asleep, no. He was relaxing his mind as he heard the voices of pigeons chirping distances away from his century old, Victorian house.
Elijah did this every morning, listening to those birds. Not many people admired them, but he was one of the less few that did. They made him feel human, what he once was.
A moment went by and the birds flapped their wings to fly, the sound making him smile slightly at the most, hiding his features even when he was alone at that moment.
As the birds flew away, he opened his eyelids to see the sun light that went through the crack of the two silver silk curtains hanging over to cover the bow window.
Pulling his gray sheets with gentle force, he sat up straight, showing the correct way of posture. And he lifted himself off the bed, heading towards the bath room to clean as the start of the day.
Elijah took his first steps to the room and closed the bathroom door behind him, taking a few more steps towards the sink to brush his already pearl teeth. Grabbing his chew stick from his mirrored cabinet, he pulled out his Colgate toothpaste and squashed it delicately onto the end of the stick. Not to a toothbrush or an electrical one, a toothbrush that was used many centuries ago. Elijah never liked using the upgraded ones, the old ones are much more useful, he thought.
Opening the tap, he dipped his brush into the water, making the chewed part slightly wet along with the paste, and he got the mouthwash cup, filling it up with water and putting it to where it was before, then grabbed the hold of the tap again, turning it back off to preserve water. He brought the brush to his mouth, circling around the central incisors, then slowly making his way to the canine teeth, known as his retracted fangs and lastly brushing his mules. After, he reached for the cup, bringing it to his mouth to take in some water and he rinsed until it was time to spit it out. And the routine went on a few more times until it was time to stop.
As he repeated to open the tap, he brought his hands over to wash his hands, letting his daylight ring be washed too.
He looked himself at the mirror on the cabinet for a few moments and sighed in worry.
What is Rebekah doing at the moment? Shouldn't she have called by now? Is she hurt? he thought to himself, but he realized that she was a grown up girl now, she can do whatever she wants to do. Shaking it off, he decided to think something else, somewhere else.
I see it's time for a shower..
It was time for a shower...