WAIVER
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When the tour was over, I was shown to my room.
Finally being away from prying eyes, I stumbled and collapsed onto the bed regretting the pleased sigh that left me due to the sweet comfort I received.
After the crazy day I had, I'm sure I at least deserved a few moments of peace.
In less than twenty days, I could be dead.
I never even got a chance to say goodbye and hopefully stop Charlie from driving him insane by searching for someone who can never be found. I would be spending the rest of my time, moving from country to country just to avoid being caught – well, saved.
Charlie…Jacob…Angela…
Those were the only people I had left that would stay true to me and I didn't even get a chance to tell them just how much I cared for them. They would never know how much strength they offered and how their love had helped in healing me after everything that had happ-
…I stilled.
My head snapped up and my eyes widened in bewilderment. I could feel the rapid heartbeat pound against my chest, almost as if it was trying to escape my chest.
The gentle purr of an engine and the rumble of rubber tires against gravel had me stumbling out from the bed. It was enough to have me clambering towards the window and pulling myself up to frantically search around.
A heavy breath left me and I slumped my shoulders, collapsing into a crumpled heap as I watched the car Elijah had used being parked into the garage. After a few seconds, I found peace when seeing the top of my kidnapper's auburn locks as he walked towards the entrance.
Urgh – I can't take this!
I couldn't just wait around for my death and jump at any small threat – n-no – no, I refused to simply sit and become a weak and vulnerable…just waiting for him to come.
A low rap on the door had me scrambling up from the ground and pretending to be casual as I stalked back towards the bed. My whole form then slumped down onto the bed before I voiced my permission for whoever knocking could come in.
As anticipated, I watched as El– my kidnapper emerged at the doorway. Still dressed in his sharp suit but the jacket had been discarded. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal his muscled arms and I quickly diverted my gaze before he could catch me. "Have you settled in?" he asked tightly while his eyes perused the room.
"I guess" I shrugged.
He swung his arms by his side and walked into the room and headed towards the large French windows. I watched intently as he pushed them open and walked onto the balcony and then turned to me. His stoned expression now melted into warm eyes and a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Would you like a tour of the Rome?" he gestured towards the scene behind him but I kept my mouth shut. "You will find no better guide than a person who lived here when the history was being built"
Damn him and his delicious English accent!
"I can even tell you Caesar's embarrassing stories" he added, trying to persuade me but I was already cracked.
If I was going to go down, then I might as well do something with the last few days. "You sold me" I replied, keeping my voice nonchalant and offering a casual shrug.
He nodded in understanding. "Your closet is stocked" he said and then walked towards the door but paused. "I'll bring the other car around" he noted.
"Can I drive?" I found myself asking.
Again, he nodded. "Sure"
Okay, calm down Swan; all he did was offer you a chance to tour a romantic city filled with history and trusted me to lead the way by driving his car.
Rome…
Well, it was a start.
A/N: Touring a romantic city with Elijah Mikaelson – dream come true?