Elijah's POV
Lounging in my personal study reading, I sigh, having become bored with the almost monotonous routine of small town life.
In many ways, it was relaxing, comforting, now that Mystic Falls and the petty high school clique of the Salvatores, the doppelganger, Elena Gilbert, and her friends had come to a truce of some sorts, even if it was an uneasy truce, with me and my family; the truce falling shortly after the death, or rather murder of Esther and Finn.
On the other hand, the stinging, rather abrupt murder of both Esther and Finn left things off kilter, and anger simmering; they were after all, still family.
The truce was recent, barely a month old, but eternity now stretched on in a forever sort of way, as eternity by definition, was; and additionally, I no longer was needed to clean up after my siblings more spectacular messes or catastrophes and we no longer needed to run from our father Mikael. That in of itself was an odd feeling of mixed relief and oddity that something was off, so used to cleaning up some disaster that I was not used to doing nothing or used to doing things for the pure pleasure of simply doing things for myself.
Again, monotonous, would be a word that was beginning to come to mind, a word I would previously never would have thought I would have placed in my previous years.
Hearing the doorbell ring, I am startled, with my keen vampire senses, ones even over normal vampires, I question how I did not hear the arrival of someone. It was slightly unnerving if I was being honest with myself.
Brushing the thought off, I turn back to the window, leaving one of Niklaus' hybrids to answer the door.
"Master Elijah." I hear a hybrid ask, standing cautiously by the door.
"Yes?" I say politely.
"There is an Aleksandar Drakov here to see you. I tried to insist he lea-" The hybrid rambles out.
"Enough. I can handle it." I dismiss, quickly flashing into the parlor.
"Aleksandar." I greet, by now both my brother and I at the door, Niklaus clearly coming to investigate from his art studio.
"Hello Elijah, Niklaus." Aleksandar replies, nodding lightly in greeting, his eyes staying serious.
"What can we do for you?" I ask a bit curious.
It had been several centuries since I had seen him. He had been searching for the Dragomir bloodline at the time. He was a Guardian, created by the Gemini Coven in the first century to protect the Dragomir line from being killed off by followers of Silas. The speed, strength, durability, and immortality as any vampire or werewolf, Guardians were also immune to the werewolf bite and had power to deflect even the most powerful of witches. Guardians were the only supernatural creatures that could truly be on equal playing ground to us.
"I have just moved here with the last heir to the Dragomir family. She, as we speak is with three Guardians. However, I fear that Silas' followers are closing in. She is in need of greater protection than we can give. I am needed elsewhere in a few weeks and will be taking another Guardian, leaving her only two. As the Originals you understand the importance of this matter and she stands the best chance of being protected if you were to agree to protect her." Aleksandar explains.
"I understand. Consider her under the protection of the Originals and Mikaelson house." I say with authority, dismissing the thought with a hand.
"Thank you. She has become like a daughter to me. And I know you will honor your promise." Aleksandar replies, nodding.
"When shall we meet this Dragomir? If it is indeed truly her?" Niklaus asks, regarding Aleksandar carefully.
"Perhaps dinner at 7?" Aleksandar says, showing no reaction to Niklaus' light accusation.
"We accept." I reply immediately, a bit curious myself to meet the last Dragomir.
"7 it is then." He finalizes, nodding once more before leaving.
"Well brother, things just got more interesting." Niklaus muses.
"Indeed."