Sophia was frightened immsensely now as she ran through the woods towards her house, no idea of where else to go to escape him.

She pushed the door open and slammed it shut behind her, raising a shaking hand to her neck, a whimper in her throat- he was one of them monsters.

Was his intention to drain the life out of her since the beginning of their meeting?

Sophia stepped forwards now, then squeaked in shock as she found the Original stood before her. But before she could turn and run, Elijah caught her wrists and said firmly, not bothering to compel her.

"Listen to me. Please?"

She stopped fighting, shudders running through her body. Elijahs eyes travelled to her bleeding neck and sighed. "Please let me heal you."

"Stay away from me!" She said, pulling away and backing up, but ending up trapped against the door where Elijah took the chance and stepped forwards, taking a risk by pinning her there by an arm either side of her form on the wooden door.

"It was never my intention to hurt you, Sophia."

She shook her head, trying to think of a way to slip through the barricaded escape route.

"Trust me." he now asked, not taking his eyes of the terrified girl once. Sophia now looked up and met his eyes, where she was suprised to see that they still looked... almost kind?

"How can I trust you?" she now asked in a mumble, and Elijah heard that mix of very human fear, uncertainty and urge to run away.

"I saved your life." he now said, eyes still fixed upon her in a way that he was curious. Still curious of this little human woman. Sophia now asked, still in a mumble. "Could you please step away from me?"

Elijah backed off immediately, watching her chest heave a little more, her heart thumping like a hammer on a nail. She was still afraid, but calming down. Her neck was still bleeding, trickling down her shoulder and onto her dress. He wanted to heal her, to prove that he really was a man of his word, and that he didn't intend to harm her.

It had been his mistake, letting his thoughts carry him away from the present that ended up in such an... such a situation that revealed what he was.

"Why did you hurt me?" She now asked quietly, truly wondering what the answer was- he had seemed so nice, so very charming, honest and a true gentleman. Now the curtains had been drawn and showed her what he was.

"And what are you-?" Sophia added, not sure how to finish the question.

Elijah stared at the young woman, then sighed. "I am a vampire, Sophia. And to answer your other question, I had no intention to. It was my fault... my errant thoughts led me astray."

Sophia frowned now, then she watched the man, vampires face turn dark a little, then he sighed and turned away, walking into the other room where she frowned and went to follow, wondering where he could possibly going at a time like this.

But he returned in a flash that made her jump. So quick that it showed her what he truly was.

"Here-" Elijah said, holding up the glass, letting Sophia take it, looking aprehensive. "What is this?" she asked, staing at its red contents with a little shiver.

"Trust me." Elijah said once more, letting Sophia meet his eyes once more, then she nodded slowly and raised the glass, downing it in one and coughing. "What was that-?" she coughed, letting the glass drop, but Elijah swiftly caught it and set it down on the table.

"Look at your neck." he now said, staying still as she ran off and inspected it. Except for the drying streams of blood... the slightly bronzed skin was flawless and smooth.

Sophia walked slowly back into the room and stood in the doorway, finally believing it.

"Vampires-?" she gasped, feeling that shock of fear creep back up again. Elijah walked forwards now, sensing her distress and felt concern enter his mind for some reason.

"I swear I will not hurt you." he found himself saying, raising a hand to touch her dress. He just had to touch her, to make sure she was still alive, that he hadn't unintentionally killed her. That her heart was still pounding against her chest like before.

"What are you doing?" Sophia now asked, feeling nervous as he touched her silver hearted necklace. Elijah snapped to his senses, his train of thought derailing once more.

"I apologi-"

"No, no more apologizing." Sophia butted in, folding her arms and scowling a little, then asked, genuinely curious. "Do vampires truly have fangs?"

Elijah found himself chuckling a little, then asked her.

"Would you like to see?"

"No! I have just had them in my neck! I don't wish to see or feel them in my skin again!"

He cocked his head now and surveyed her through still growning ever more curious eyes- this human was different like he thought. Maybe Sophia was unique, a truly strange girl indeed. Her blood had been alluring enough without knowing the intriguing mind she had too.

"Why do you not burn in the sun?" Sophia now asked, curious as she sat down on the red velvet chair, looking up at the vampire before her.

Elijah hesitated, then said. "I myself don't burn in the sun, but other vampires do."

"What makes you so special?"

He hesitated once more, knowing he fully well couldn't say he was one of the oldest vampires to ever exist, and that because he was that old, an Original, that the sun didn't harm him.

"It is because I am old." he finally arrived at, but big mistake.

"How old are you?"

"Old enough."

"Please? I am curious."

Elijah sighed, staring at the girls bright, inquistive eyes. It was if she was a pupil, and he the teacher, teaching her some unknown secret of the universe.

"It will make you afraid." he now told her, unwillingly to divulge the truth to her.

But still she retorted. "But you are a vampire! There can be no more news that is more shocking than that!"

He raised an eyebrow- she accepted him for what he was? So very soon? He hadn't used comulsion on her once, and it was staying like that.

"I was born in the 11th Century." he found himself slipping out, this girl making him talk so freely that it made him worry what she was doing to him.

Sophias eyes widened. "You are over eight hundred years old-?"

Elijah nodded, watching her reaction that was first shock, then disbelief, then finally a certain kind of acceptance.

Acceptance-? That couldn't be right, could it?

He frowned as she stood up and walked up to him, about a foot shorter in height, but she still raised a hand and prodded his cheek, going with interest.

"You do not age?"

He shook his head, becoming more and more confused by the second. This girl, Sophia, wasn't afraid of him, accepted him for what he was and even had the nerve to poke a sleeping dragon in the face.

She was going to get her pretty little face ripped off if he stayed around any longer.

-BD-

The rest of the night was silent, Sophia sat on the velvet chair with a book in her hands, reading and trying hard not to glance over the top of it at the vampire sitting in her fathers chair, staring at the floor with a glass of wine in his hand, looking deep in thought.

It was almost fascinating to watch, she decided as he tapped a finger on the side of his glass, making it ting a little.

Elijah had been deep in thought like Sophia had guessed, thinking about everything- his family, his eight hundred years plus existance and now this new distraction to add to his growing list of things that eluded him.

He glanced up now with oak eyes at the girl sat on the chair, then he lifted his head back up as he saw her fast asleep with the book hanging limply in her hand.

Elijah stood up, setting his glass aside and walked over, looking down at her for a moment with a frown upon his face once more, wondering how a simple human woman could make him feel this way.

Now he took the book from her hand, set it beside his glass and picked her up carefully into his arms and was upstairs in a heartbeat, putting her on the bed, the covers over her as she turned over and groaned into the pillow a little, turning her back to him.

Elijah now remembered about the other vampire that was in the area, the same one that had killed her father. The other was dead, but this one was older and wiser. It knew how to evade him and was no doubt coming after her, his sweet little Sophia.

"I won't leave you until you are safe, I give you my word." he said now the sleeping girl, turning away and walking back down the stairs to the drawing room, blowing the candles out as he passed.

Tomorrow was another day.

So, due to people kinda getting more into this story, here's another chapter:) hope you like it and reviews much loved! x Nicc