Nights became sleepless for Elijah. His heart pined for Amelia and well, she was going to be hard to get. Sometimes when Elijah became too restless, he would sneak into Amelia's room and watch her sleep. It calmed him down instantly. Soon these late night visits became regular. Every night he would watch her. Sometimes he would sit outside her window, sometimes on her chair and sometimes he would be sitting right next to her on her bed, gently moving the strands of hair falling on her face and tucking them under her ear.

One night, he arrived at her room as usual only to find her missing. He waited for a while but she didn't come. He got worried. Where could she be at this time in the night? He thought. She is not with her brothers. He had heard Damon and Stefan from downstairs.

He rushed out of the window and called Caroline.

"Hello" the bubbly blonde spoke from the other side.

"Caroline, its Elijah. Do you know where Amelia is?" he asked nervously.

"She was with me a couple of minutes ago." She responded.

"Where is she now?" Elijah started getting impatient.

"She left for home. She must be on her way now." She answered.

"Okay. Thanks." Elijah hung up.

Xxxx

Walking home and being 10 shots down is not easy. Even for a vampire. Amelia thought to herself as she jumped over every puddle and hopped along the sidewalk. She was still upset with Elijah and his family. But breaking ties with Caroline was impossible. Caroline was her best friend and no one could hate their best friend, even if they were dating the bad guy.

She looked up to the sky and saw the full moon. She chuckled. She remembered Damon and Stefan telling her stories about full moons and werewolves. She never took them seriously. Werewolves were almost extinct and the possibility of finding a werewolf in London was near zero.

Suddenly, she heard a low grunt. She ignored it and walked on. Then there was howling. Boy, I must be really drunk. She said to herself.

Out of the blue, a werewolf jumped in front of her. It scared the living daylights out of her. Then it all made sense to her. All those news articles of victims' bodies being ripped apart on particular nights were true. It was no serial killers. It was werewolves. She quickly turned around and was about to run when she saw a pack of wolves walking towards her. No, this can't be happening. Ugh, Amelia snap out of it. But it was no dream. It was reality. She was cornered by a pack of werewolves who were hunting their choice prey-Vampires. The biggest one out of the pack started preparing itself for the attack. Amelia closed her eyes. She was ready for the impending doom. If she was going to die, she would rather not watch it.

The wolf grunted out loud and lunged in for the attack. But it never came. Other wolves started howling madly and she expected them to tear her into pieces but surprisingly they didn't. Only when an ominous silence hovered in the air did she open her eyes. She was shocked by the view in front of her. Most of the wolves were lying on the floor, whimpering. Some were dead.

As she moved closer to see whether the wolves were actually dead, a hand pulled her behind. She screamed in fright but was stopped when a hand clasped her mouth. She struggled to move away from the body of the stranger. But his voice made her stop.

"Amelia, it's alright. It's me."

Slowly he released her and she scampered away from him. Her eyes that were shut with fear, now opened with curiosity.

"Elijah?"

He shrugged his shoulders and walked towards her. His eyes examined her entire body from back to front.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a hint of disgust in her words.

"I'm just checking for werewolf bites. Nothing else." He understood what she meant.

"Oh. Okay." she said slowly getting back on her feet. "Did you do this?" she pointed towards the scattered dead wolves on the street.

He nodded his head.

"They didn't bite you, did they?" she asked moving closer to him.

"No, even if they did it wouldn't be such a problem. I'm an original." He smirked.

"Right." She retorted.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked.

"Um… I don't know." She fumbled.

"I've changed, Amelia." He dusted his jacket. "Even back then I never meant to harm anyone. Everything I did was for my family."

"But my brothers lost their love because of you and your family. They lost their happiness." She accused him. "I justify them for hating you."

"But do you hate me?" He took her hands in his. She didn't say a word. "If you want to hate me, I want it to be entirely your decision. I don't want you to hate me for what happened with your brothers or anyone else for that matter."

"But that won't change things." She said under her breath.

"I've changed." He put a finger under her chin and lifted her head so that she could see the truth in his eyes.

"I believe you." The words rolled out of her tongue. He smirked. He is so hot when he does that. She thought to herself. "But Damon and Stefan-"

"Don't worry about them" Elijah cut her off. "All that matters is that you trust me." She nodded slightly. "Good" he smiled "Well, Ms. Salvatore" he offered his hand to her "may I have the honor to escort you home?"

She giggled. "Of course, Mr. Mikaelson." She took his hand and they walked in the night sky.

The walk back was pretty quite except for occasional glances and smiles. Sometimes, Amelia would find herself staring at Elijah. She couldn't help but admire him and like him. He was after all, a very charming man. She studied him in detail, how his hair swayed in the night breeze, how his eyes were adorably cute, how his face was perfect; how his lips were so inviting… she could go on and on. But Elijah caught her staring and that made her turn away immediately. Her cheeks turned different shades of red by the second. I hope he doesn't see me blushing. She thought. But nothing could go hidden under the eyes of the oldest original. He saw it instantly. But he didn't mention it. He didn't want to embarrass her more.

"We're here." Elijah announced when they reached her house.

"Yeah, we are." She wished they could have spent more time together. "Thanks." She smiled at him gratefully.

"It was no trouble. I'll be there when you need me." He replied.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked, hoping he would say yes.

"I would love to but I doubt whether Damon and Stefan would agree." He said.

"Oh. I wish we could spend more time together." She said hoping that would change his mind.

"We will." he assured her and gently kissed her hand. It was then that she realized that they were holding hands all the while.

She moved towards him and planted a small, wet kiss on his cheek. When she moved back her lipstick left a mark on his cheek. "Consider this my way of saying thank you for everything you did for me." She reached for her door, waved to him and entered her house.

Elijah placed his hand on his cheek, trying to relive that moment. When he reached home, he took a look at the pink lipstick stain on his cheek. He then thought of something. Tomorrow was going to be special.