Elijah
I walk out of the kitchen. I'm a bit disturbed by Rebekah's comments. It's not difficult to notice Kol's infatuation with Elena but I just couldn't see her returning such feelings. I'm positive Kol only does it out of boredom. More importantly, I'm troubled by her accusation that I have feelings for the girl. I admire her compassion and willingness to protect those she loves. I also respect her and enjoy our conversations. But it's no more than friendship. It can't be. Her heart belongs to the Salvatores and love just isn't in the cards for me. Sometimes I wonder if I am incapable of ever loving again. The trauma of seeing Loriah's blood spilled all over still haunts me. The image permanently occupying my brain.
I wonder if humans are the only beings that feel emptiness. That hollow feeling of being all alone and having no one to turn to. I have my siblings but sometimes it's hard to be myself with anyone else. Despite being daggered by Niklaus, my brothers and sister are actually my primary source of happiness. I would do anything, kill anyone, to protect my family. People will always come into my life and then leave. Nothing but my siblings and I are infinite. Yes, everyone is full of muscles and bones but that's just physically. Emotionally, do animals feel that blankness or do they find comfort in the solitude? Sometimes, I want to share my life, my thoughts, and my experiences. I want to stop with introductions and keep constants other than my siblings.
The downstairs is in complete chaos. The six wolves that Klaus has no sired are busy at work. The house is transforming for the night and I'm not very excited. Small talk over material things is these types of people's idea of fun. Parties like these have grown to bore me. They're an assignment. One I have grown to fake very well.
I've been feeling that for centuries now. That burden of being stuck in time. Yet, unlike Rebekah, I do not wish to be human. I only wish my life would grow and find a purpose other than terrorizing humans.
I don't know, it's just food for thought.
Time passes and eventually, Elena comes down for breakfast. She's dressed in a light blue t-shirt and some flared jeans. She no longer wears her signature necklace. The one my mom had. Rebekah took it from her and has yet to return it. Her bare neck is not something I'm accustomed to seeing.
"Morning Elena," I greet her.
"Hey Elijah," Elena smiles at me.
"Sleep well?" I ask her.
"As well as I can in a bed that's not really mine," she honestly says. Elena slips her hands into her jean pockets. Her shoulders rise as she shrugs a bit. I can tell Elena misses her home. "Well I guess it is my bed now," she corrects herself. Her mood drops a bit. I'm sure she's saddened by the realization of her situation. It's been weeks though, Elena has been adjusting. I've grown to know her a lot better than I could have ever in Mystic Falls. When there aren't many people talk to, we tend to get through a ton of conversations more rapidly than what is considered normal.
"Out of curiosity, what do you miss the most about Mystic Falls?" I ask the girl.
"My brother, he's probably lost and scared. Maybe he is even back on his drug bender. I know Alaric is taking care of him and Damon is trying to take care of Alaric. I think he just feels alone and misses his sister," Elena's eyes begin to get a bit glossy. She isn't crying but I can tell she's getting a little teary-eyed as a result of her candor.
I don't why I wasn't expecting her sibling to be the answer. Yet, that's would my answer would be. I know she cares deeply for him but I thought Stefan would be her answer. Maybe, like myself, she values family over all else. I just thought her life, being a young teenage girl, would center around boys and booze. It's refreshing. I guess can understand how the love of a sibling comes before anything else.
I feel sorry we took that from her. That family she has. However much her family has been destroyed, remnants still remain intact.
With that, I make my way to my study and ponder some more thoughts.
I need to start getting ready in a couple of hours but I have time to still enjoy my day. I just got television in my room. It saddens me that the antique bedroom I have is being burdened by a modern plasma screen. The television doesn't really fit with the style of the room.
A comedy is on. A show called friends from the 1990s. I find it quite hilarious. It is the episode where Ross insists on not paying for shipping. He enlists the help of Chandler and Rachel and screams PIVOT for five minutes straight. The episode is rather amusing.
Sometimes that life seems simpler. Living with your best pals. Taking on the world together. I just wonder if I'm ever going to be able to experience something similar.
Hours pass. I have become hypnotized by the television. It's addicting really.
I head to my room and decide to get dressed. A tuxedo will be a nice change in my daily clothing. Believe it or not, I hate wearing tuxedos. The clothing is tight and stuffy. Plus they are not very slimming. Doesn't suit my broad figure. I just bought the tuxedo too. My brothers and I all went shopping.
I'm not looking forward to hosting 300 people. People who are as arrogant as Klaus. As childish as Kol. As elitist as Rebekah. As boring as Finn. It's as if my whole world will be crowded tonight. My siblings love being the talk of the town. I am more reserved. Finn is like me though, but he hasn't counted in 900 years. It's hard.
I dip my fingers into a jar of hair gel. Curling them, I scoop up some of the jell and proceed to stroke it into my hair. A slick back hairstyle to fit the snobbiness of the event.
There is a knocking at the door.
"Come in," I inform the person waiting on the other side.
Kol walks in. Dressed in a similar tuxedo. After all, how much of a variety can tuxedo's come? His hair is also slicked back and he completes the look with black dress shoes.
"Klaus wants us downstairs in twenty," he informs me before walking out of my chambers.
Niklaus needs to learn to not be so demanding. There was a time when he would only listen. Scared to make his own decisions as not to upset our father. But the father is gone, asleep somewhere only the dead know about. Niklaus used to come to me whenever was distraught. I was the brother he looked up to. The one with our father's approval and admiration. He was the bastard even before that information was revealed. It was as if father knew before actually knowing. An inkling I presume.
Covering my feet with black high socks, I slip my shoes on. Like Kols, there black dress shoes. Men's style hasn't changed as dramatically as women. My fingers grip the inside ends of my tuxedo while pulling them outward from me.
Time to entertain the elites with boring cocktail conversations. The most annoying part of these events is nobody says anything of substance. It's all gossip and politics. At least kings knew how to through better feasts. Dancing, beheadings, sentencing, or weddings. You never knew what would take place at pre-industrialization royal parties. That was half the excitement of them.
I head downstairs as the party begins.
A lovely harpist is playing in the corner of the room. Watching the strumming of her hands against the thinly veiled strings is profound. Pardon me to not appreciate such artistry.
Rebekah approaches me looking absolutely magnificent. Her hair is curled while her neck is dressed with the shiniest diamonds.
"Having fun yet?" she acts.
"You know me, Rebekah. I'm the life of the party," I joke. She laughs a bit before rejoicing in small talk with the prestigious locals.
A spot an obviously compelled waiter and take a glass of champagne from his circular tray. My hand lifts the glass as my lips press against it. The taste of the champagne is phenomenal. Niklaus didn't hesitate to make sure everything about this evening was perfect.
My eyes immediately shift focus as I notice Elena stepping down the grand staircase. Her hand sliding down the railing with every step she is taking. Her hair is curled, with fewer winglets than my sisters'. I'm so used to seeing her hair straight. It's refreshing. Her tulle dress is a reddish-pink. The strapless gown tightens at the waist, highlights every curve while expanding outward in a beautiful skirt. I cannot see her shoes as they are hidden underneath her gown. Her make-up is light, barely noticeable. She looks absolutely memorizing.
I step towards Elena but before I am close enough for her to notice me, I see Kol beat me to her. Kol extends out his arm and she wraps her's around his. I can see Kol's grin. The two walk towards the crowd together - arm and arm.
Disappointed is an understatement.
