A/N: Title inspired by song "When We Collide" - Matt Cardle

"When we collide we come together,
If we don't, we'll always be apart.
I'll take a bruise I know you're worth it.
When you hit me, hit me hard."

Collision

Hayley jolted on hearing her name, a huge wave of fear cashing down on her like a tonne of bricks.

"They've found me." She though, the life inside of her shriveling, her eyes winding, her mind ticking on thinking of what on earth she could do.

The world around her began to blur as the absence of answers hijacked her mind.

She closed her eyes.

This was it.

"Hayley." The voice then spoke her name again, with an utmost despair and abruptly Hayley's eyes flashed opened as she began to recognise its owner.

Her forehead creased.

"Elijah." She recalled, exclaiming the name with a knot in her throat. She then murmured it again with a relief so great, all her reflexes forcing her to turn towards him. Her eyes searched desperately, fighting the confusion inside her to find the face she needed to see.

Elijah's eyes locked onto her as she finally found him. They stung with pressing tears. She was in a worse state than him. Her hair violently windswept, with strands caked with her own blood. He noticed the several healing cuts like his own sliced across her skin, lines marking her neck. Anyone else could have hardly recognised her. Of course however, that was a mistake he could not make. He could pick her out singularly in any shape or form.

This was the girl he was in love with.

This was his girl.

His hand reached out unconsciously, his palms twitching, his fingers tingling, pulsating and aching for her touch.

He knew the extent to which she was afraid, the way she had quivered when he had called her name had given it all way.

Hayley blinked.

It was him.

Her mind snapped back like and elastic recoiling.

She involuntary let out a heartbreaking sob unable to hold it in any longer.

He'd found her.

He really had found her.

She found herself rushing towards him, his arms waiting for her to making him complete...

And they fit perfectly.

They collided with full force, their hearts in both their chests punching through at each other, Hayley's arms wrapping around him gripping him as tightly as she could. Elijah engulfed her casing her against him, his hands running up to cradle her head. His senses were ambushed by her scent and he breathed in deeply, taking her in like a drug. Hayley sobbed heavily unable to stop and Elijah for once was also unable to retain some of him own tears. They clutched against each other as one body too afraid to move even an inch apart.

After what seemed like forever, Hayley appeared from the crook of his neck her eyes piercing into his with a love so deep, her slashed hands flat on his chest, his arms firmly and protectively around her waist...

Then in one briefest second of allowing her to inhale Elijah's lips were then on her own and this was a kiss anything but tame. He consumed her claiming her completely. Lips crushed aggressively, desperately, frustratingly while tears dashed from their eyes. Hayley battled him to the highest extent she could, exposed to the capacity to which Elijah was capable of loving. The passion in his ever part, his every pressure was one before this moment unimaginable to her.

His kiss spoke words, spoke promises, vows. His touched cried screaming to her his every emotion. Blaring to love and be loved. The thought that she had nearly lost him, he thought that they had nearly lost each other chilled them to the core but the flame of this reunion burned as bright as that of New Orleans.

Hayley suddenly stiffened and Elijah's lips withdrew. He pulled her close, surveying her with all the concern in the world. He held her tightly and she looked up at him with a deathly dread.

"The baby." She croaked and he eyes screwed shut afraid to hear what Elijah would say. Her baby. Where was her baby? She had handed her to him, and she wasn't with him. What had happened to her?

Hayley's body racked with a terrible maternal desolation and she screwed her eyes shut, closing up into a bud.

Elijah shook her when realising what she was doing.

"Hayley. Hayley!" he called to her soothingly. "She's fine." He told her. "She's more than fine." He found himself smile with an admiration.

Hayley looked up at him sharply on hearing this. She searched him reassurance her face frozen with worry.

Elijah kissed her impulsively cupping her face in his hands.

"I promise to you she is alright, she's with Klaus, he won't let anything happen to her, she's safe Hayely. She's wonderful." He spoke with all honesty.

Hayley sighed with a snivel of relief. She then fell into his arms once again and Elijah covered her caressing her softly.

"Take me too her." she croaked into his coat.

"I need to see her." She stuttered.

Elijah nodded comforting her.

His hand moved to lift her off the ground ready to take her home but Hayley shrieked in pain.

She stumbled away from him, Elijah's eyes following her with worry.

His automatic response was to reach her but her hand shot out in front of her warning him away.

Elijah's eyebrows furrowed as he halted watching her confused and worried.

Hayley cried out in agony once again falling to her feet.

"Hayley." He called nearing her, yet she stopped him once again.

Hayley's breathe shortened and her fingers curled in the mud her fists and teeth clenched.

Elijah's pupils enlarged and his pulse shot up as he realised what was happening. He looked up to the sky and found his theory correct.

The moon was full.

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