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Chapter Twenty

She was in shock as she looked up into the eyes of the man that had lived only in her dreams for so many years. It was unreal, seeing him up close and personal like this, after seeing him in Elena's memories only a few days before. Licking her bottom lip, she took a breath before shaking her head and smiling up at him.

"I'm sorry sir; you just look like someone I used to know. Um, if I can just get by, thank you…" She near whispered as she smiled up at him. She didn't know what to say to him, it was obvious that she was part of his family, but she still didn't know exactly how. Smiling as she walked past him, she fought to keep her cheeks from blushing.

"As you wish." He couldn't keep himself from saying the line, he had to test it. Yes, the book and movie was known by so many people, but seeing the young girl awake and conscious made him smile despite himself. Stepping aside for her to walk past him, he smiled slightly as she turned to look at him in shock, her blue eyes wide as she stared up at him. Smiling, he sighed as he watched her walk the last few steps to her destination and sat in the booth. Turning back to his seat, he smiled innocently at Rebekah as Klaus walked to them from the bar.

"What was that about, Elijah?" Rebekah questioned him as Klaus handed them their mugs of coffee. It was a wet and rainy day, and the cold had sunk through their clothes and had added a chill to even their bones.

"Nothing, Rebekah, as you heard the girl, I just reminded her of someone that she used to know." Smiling at his sister and brother, he turned his gaze to his cup of coffee. Tuning out of the conversation going on between his brother and sister, he turned ever so slightly to look at the young teenager in the booth next to their table. She was studying and taking notes, but every few minutes he would catch her looking over at them.

It was so odd, to be so close to her and yet neither of his siblings had taken notice of her. Sighing, he turned and tried to tune back into what his siblings were saying. But he couldn't, nothing in him could focus on anything that was coming out of their mouths. All he could think was how the young girl only a few steps away from him could quite possibly be his niece.

Biting her lip, she couldn't resist looking over at the three people at the table next to her. It was shocking, to see three people that until a few weeks before, she had never seen. She knew exactly who they were, Rebekah, Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson. The only three living siblings of the Original family left alive; and she was somehow related to them.

Sighing, she closed her history text book and stuffed it back into her backpack before tearing a piece of paper out of her notepad. Writing her name and number on it, she packed her things and started walking back to the front of the grill. "Excuse me sir, I'm sorry for being such a bother, but can I get by again?" Smiling sweetly, she waited for Elijah to push away from the table and stood up to let her by. Brushing her hand over his, she subtly pushed the paper into his hand and smiled up at him. "Forgive me for being such a bother, sir."

"It is nothing." Elijah replied as he pushed the paper into his pants pocket and let her walk out and into the rain.

Walking home in the rain had not been her ideal plan, but she had not been able to continue to sit so close to the people that was possibly her family. She could only hope that he would call her when he could. She had so many questions for him, and he wasn't going to escape them.

He had stared at the handwriting on the small scrap of paper in his hand for hours now. He had tried to sleep, had tried to read, do something other than just sit on his bed in his brown sweat pants and stare at the paper. Her name and number was written there like some scandalous rendezvous, and he couldn't get the feeling out of his mind. Sighing, he moved off the bed and walked to his chair to pull his cell phone out of the inside pocket. Scrolling through his contact list, he added the girl's number in, set the picture of her and her brother as the contact display and then set his sights on a different girl's number. He wasn't even sure if it would be the same after fifteen long years, but he couldn't resist anymore. Ever since the day he had seen her on that rooftop in New Orleans, in one of his old suits, he hadn't been able to get her out of his head.

Licking his bottom lip, he closed his eyes and hit the call key on the youngest doppelganger's number. Holding the phone to his ear, he waited with baited breath for the other end to pick up.

"Hello?" Her voice was clear and crisp on the other end, and he almost gasped. "Hello…? Elijah? Listen, if it's you… Sage told me she saw you. So I know you're back in town. Listen, I know with everything I've done to you that I don't deserve to demand answers…" Biting his lip, he clenched his eyes shut as he listened to her voice grow from hesitant to strong and slight anger. Her emotions were on, he had assumed as much when he had glimpsed her, but to hear the confirmation made him smile. "But, Elijah… you are an honorable man that puts family above all… so I just don't understand how that sweet, beautiful girl doesn't know who her family is. I've met them Elijah. They are so much like you, like Klaus and Rebekah… You can't deny they're related to you. So don't even try it. Elijah, meet me… well, listen to your heart and if you are still the man that I knew all those years ago, you'll know where I'll be."