Disclaimer- I do not own Vampire Diaries, but i assure you one day i will.

Swoon, i will Elijah, who do you think is the hottest Original, personally i love Kol, but there is something about Elijah.

Anya's POV

I woke later on in my family home slightly disorientated; I couldn't for the life of me remember what happened after exiting Gloria's bar. But I do remember the Klaus and him walking me home. I cannot help feeling an immense fear though I don't know why and I'm sitting here wracking my brain trying to remember.

I decide not to sit in my bed and go into the meadow to relieve some stress. The meadow is where my father and I used to have picnics; I used to have a special bond with my father more so than my other siblings and though they used to get jealous I wouldn't really care, we would dance in the long grass, sit quietly and read books, but of course I never had the patience for that so I'd dance again and sometimes we'd star gaze. Now my father passed of unknown causes, I didn't ask questions I didn't want to know because then I'd be like I lost him twice and that he's really gone, it took me nearly a month to realise he wasn't coming back and didn't want to go through that again.

Sitting in the grassy meadow I felt content and happy, flashes came to of my father reading one of his many novels and I dancing around him trying to coax him into joining me. A single tear fell from my eye, I'd only let one fall otherwise I'd be weak and weak was something I'd refuse to be ever again.

A man, I noticed was casually leaning against a wild cherry tree and reached up to take a few, I startled when I realised that this was a Prunus serotina, a poisonous cherry tree. I knew this because my love of nature.

''Hey! Excuse me! Do not eat those!'' I exclaimed in alarm running toward the shadowed figure.

''Pardon?'' The hidden man asked

''Do not eat those cherries! Do you not know they're poisonous?'' I chastised him.

The man stepped out of the shadows to where I could see him and when he did my breath caught in my throat, he was one of the most handsomest man I had ever see. In a wrinkle free immaculate suit, dark coffee coloured hair brown, with eyes that almost appeared black narrowed in suspicion, a strong jaw, honey coloured skin, and a cleft chin that made him appear all the more captivating.

''Oh, thank you'' He said simply, a corner of his mouth quirking up slightly and a twinkle of amused in his eyes.

''Is there a joke I'm not aware of, or are you just laughing at me?'' I questioned raising my eyebrows in my own amused as looked taken aback. Men still don't expect women to have a back bone, even in these days.

''Not at all' He drawled. His clipped answers were annoying me.

''Do you always talk like that'' I snapped, my tone coming out more sharper than intended.

''I apologise, how exactly do I talk'' He said, and I couldn't tell is he was being patronising or being sincere, but I gave him an answer anyway.

''So vaguely and… shortly I suppose'' I shrugged sheepishly not wishing to offend the handsome man I was currently conversing with.

''I suppose I do'' Again with his short sentences. I narrowed my eyes at him in annoyance he seemed to understand why and let out a small chuckle that was melodic to my ears, I swooned.

''Elijah… Smith'' Elijah sounded hesitant, and held out his hand to me, now void of any poisonous berries.

''Anastasia Romano, or you could just call me Anya'' I blushed under his intense gaze.

''Beautiful name for a beautiful lady'' I could feel my blush intensify. If anyone else would have said it, it would have sounded like a cheesy pick-up line, but he sounded earnest, besides if I could take a compliment from anyone I'd take it from him.

''Well Elijah Smith… would you like to take a walk with me and chat? I'm quite bored sitting here on my own'' I asked curious if he would take my offer, I'd never seen him around before at any of the bars, so I deemed him new, Why would you come to Chicago when it's known for its night life if you're not going to enjoy it.

''I would, and I agree Anastasia'' My name curled around his tongue, I couldn't resist his nobleman charm. Normally I wouldn't allow anyone but my father to say my proper given name but he could say it over and over again. He held out his arm for me to wrap my around his and I gave me a brilliant smile and we began our walk.