Chapter 3 The Past
Elijah's Point Of View
Elijah knew her from the moment his eyes set upon the blonde angel that she was someone he had turned personal. Three hundred or so years ago he met Alexia Branson one night as he was passing through towns. This woman had caught his interest. One night he was in the local pub where he heard something moving along outside. He had heard a cry for help or some groans making him grow curious as to what was happening outside. Taking his leave he went out back to find a few men over the woman who he had seen the prior day. Being the person that he was he saved her. However he had to turn her. It wasn't something he normally would do.
Ever since that night he felt like it was his job to watch pver and look out for her. The more time he spent with her though he felt something towards her. But never the less did he act upon what he felt. Hence him being who he was, an Original with a dark yet dangerous past. It was something he never wanted for the woman. He wanted her to live a full and happy life. Last time he remembered seeing her she had that very curly blonde hair. However tonight it was super straight. There was no trace of any curls. He happened to notice the small blush upon her cheeks.
Nodding his head softly to her reply, "Well...That's a valid reason...I do hope you find what you are looking for." He speaks to her in a soft tone. He wasn't in the best of moods but at the same time he was happy to see the vampire. He looked away when she asked him if he was all right. No he wasn't but he was coping. "I'm all right Lexia...But a lot has happened over the past few months." He tells her. He pursed his lips feeling her hand upon his arm."So...what has the famous Lexia Branson been up to?" The Original asked wanting the topic to switch off of himself.
Lexi's Point Of View
Lexi's mind wondered back to that time. She had met Elijah a few days prior to that awful nightmare of a night behind the pub. She had been out numbered by some powerful strong men. She tried to fight them off but they kept hurting her. Somehow her cries and calling out for help were heard. Elijah had come to her rescue when no one else did. He had no choice but to turn her in order to save her life. That was over 300 long years ago. He would do anything to protect her, to make her happy. She had been drawn to him. They had a connection. It couldn't be just because he was her maker. It was definitely more than that. All she wanted was for him to be happy. They were a lot alike. Both of the wanting the other to be happy. Their time apart all she could do was think about him. The harder she tried not to the more he was on her mind.
She had written to him. No one knew not even Stefan. It was her secret and it made her feel a little bit better. She hoped that someday she could give him the letters she had written since she had no known address to send them or she would have. She smiled back up at him her hazel eyes looking into his brown ones. She blushed as he tucked a piece of stray straight blonde hair behind her ear. She had straightened it but when they had been together she had curly blonde hair that fell in ringlets down her shoulders. In all the time she had known Elijah he never acted upon his feelings for her. He was a gentleman but she felt it was more than that.
Love is a vampire's greatest weakness and she felt that if he let himself become vulnerable that he would end up hurt. She could never hurt him. She'd rather die than to hurt him. She knew that he had a darkness inside him. Everyone did. She was the one person who could keep his demon inside at bay. She watched as he looked away from her for a moment as if he was scanning the bar for trouble. She felt a sense of relief wash over her when he said that he was ok. "You know Elijah you can tell me anything. I'm glad that you are ok." She had a feeling something was wrong though. She knew he was protecting her like he always did. She just wanted to help him dangerous or not but she wouldn't push. She noticed he changed the subject bringing it back once more to her. "I've been staying out of trouble." She let out a giggle and blushed. "However as nice as Georgia is there was just something missing. It was almost as if a piece of myself was gone. You know I haven't been the same since we last were together." It was the honest truth.