A/N:
The following story is about Elijah and getting the girl he deserves. After Hayley marries Jackson, Elijah disappears to cope and regain his emotional strength. He makes it to a little town called "Willow Creek". Little did he know that this ghost town was home to the girl of his dreams, of course, it came with a price to pay. #teamelijah
Elijah's POV:
After the ceremony I ran. I ran until my legs could no longer keep up. I ran until every ounce of my being was numb. My mind was racing with images of her. Her smile. Her hair. Her body. The way she moved. The sound of her heartbeat racing when there was little to no distance between us. I didn't realize how much my soul needed her, craved her. She was undeniably my heroin.
I braced myself against an old oak tree in the middle of the forest, eyes closed and gasping for air. The birds were chirping songs through the cold air and I could hear the water of a stream dancing nearby. I took one deep breath and composed myself, opened my eyes and enjoyed the lack of human and non human interaction. I headed toward the sounds of the water rushing, adjusting my cuff links and cleaning the dirt off my suit.
Suddenly, an arrow flew past my head and hit the tree next to me. I felt the rage rush through my body as I turned towards the culprit. In a flash, I was in front of her, throat in hand and her body against a tree. I retrieved her bow out of her possession and said, "Now, that isn't a proper form of introduction, if I do say so myself." She was gasping for air and just as I was going to sink my fangs into her throat. An arrow flew through my chest. I dropped the tiny human girl and grabbed the arrow, pulling it out of my body. The girl ran off as I took another to the back of my right calf. And another through my left thigh. I fell to my knees. Exhausted.
"Please, just end this brutal misery!" I yelled, finally giving up. I put my hands to the ground and gripped a handful of soil as a tear rolled down my cheek. I screamed. As loud as I could, I let out all the pain, the agony, the despair. I screamed until the air could no longer reach my lungs. And then I collapsed.
Everything went black and finally, there was absolute silence. I felt nothing. For once, there was a sliver of peace that consumed me.
Strangers POV:
The sharply dressed man fell to the ground, I had another arrow ready and aimed for his heart. I was sick of all these bloodsucking bastards coming to our grounds and killing our friends and families. I stood guard, put the arrow to my side, still cautious and ready to stab through his heart. I walked towards him. I was about a foot away from him when I heard my sister call to me about twenty yards away from behind a tree, "Astella! Don't go near him, are you crazy?" I hushed her as I moved closer to him, I squatted down next to him and flipped his body over to assess him. He still had a pulse and was still breathing. He was decently attractive, and of course he was wearing a ridiculously expensive suit. I scoffed.
I straddled his body as I lifted my arrow above my head, with both hands, ready to stab him through the heart. Right before I punctured through his skin, his hands came up and grabbed my wrists. He reversed positions and ended up on top of me, arrow in his hand. The arrowhead was no more than a centimeter from my left eye and he had his other hand around my throat. "I am not here to fight. I am simply here to clear my head. I mean no harm to you or your people, I assure you that if that were the case, you all would be dead." I couldn't helped but be utterly pissed off, his eloquent vocabulary almost seemed condescending.
"If you mean no harm, then why are you on top of me ready to stab through my eye, you disgusting monster?" I hissed at him in gasps as his grip tightened around my throat." I prepared myself, taking my last breath. I closed my eyes and braced for death. Or so I thought.
Suddenly, there was no weight on top of me, no grip around my throat and no arrow in front of my eye as I managed to open one eye. He was standing above me, hand out to help me up and the arrow was no longer in his hand. I slapped his hand away and stood up, glaring at him. "What do you want?" I asked with anger thick in my tone as I brushed the twigs and dirt off of my clothes. He grabbed what looked like a rag out of his pocket and began to clean his hands and dust off his clothes.
I crossed my arms and waited for his reply, he took his sweet time before letting out a single sound. He finally stopped festering with his cuff links and reached his hand out again, "Hello, my name is Elijah Mikaelson. Sorry that we started this introduction in a horrifically violent fashion but in my defense, you attacked me. I was simply trying to defend myself. " I raised an eyebrow at him and looked down at his hand and back up at him. "Okay? Is that supposed to impress me? " He gave a slight shrug and a crooked grin. I picked up my bow and arrows, slung them over my shoulders and looked back at Elijah, his hand no longer extended towards me. "I'm Astella." I walked past him, purposing hitting his shoulder with mine. He let out a small chuckle. "You should probably leave, unless you want to die. We don't take to your kind too well around these parts." I said as I began walking back towards my cabin. I looked around for my sister, who must have must have ran off because she was no longer hidden in the trees, and nowhere in sight.
Before I made it too far, Elijah was in front of me again. Faster than lightening. I stopped, trying to regain my balance before almost falling into him. "Listen, I apologize for my monstrous retaliation due to your aggressive attack towards me. I must inform you that I am, how you say, having a shitty day? Week? Month? Life. Sincerely, I do apologize." I could hear the truth in his tone but I wasn't going to fall for it. Not like the last vampire bastard…..