Chapter 4 The Truth

Elijah's Point Of View

Elijah Mikaelson has been around for around a thousand years. There have been some who have caught his attention over the years but very few have ever stayed in his thoughts throughout the centuries. First being Tatia the original doppleganger. The next was Katerina Petrova. The third and final one was Lexia. She had captured his attention but he was still off about the love topic so he never went for it. Another reason why he left but also because of his father. Mikael was hot on his brother's trail and he had to protect his family. So he left but with the small part of himself that held feelings for her. He had left a note behind that he was leaving because he couldn't say goodbye in for a moment he didn't need to be thinking of all this now. Should he?

No...Yes?

Ever since his eyes lay upon hers, the past they shared together came straight to mind. He never regretted meeting her that night nor has he ever forgotten about the woman. But he wasn't right for her. Was he? An Original who had the hardest time with this kind of thing. Cutting off his thought he took another sip of his bourbon letting the rest of the contents slide down his throat. "Bartender...Another one." He placed the glass onto the counter letting the male pour him another glass before bringing it to his lips taking a small sip before his brown hues looked back to the beautiful blonde sitting over to the right. He found her straight hair suiting for her but he also remembered how she would go out of her way to give herself that curly look.

"Change your hair style up, I see." He comments as a sly grin moved to his lips. "Is it?" He asked her before looking down to his drink. "I have to say it is good seeing an old face." He says to her. He was more than overjoyed to see her again but at the same time a danger lingered over throughout the entire city. He remembered how close they were but things had changed more so over the past nine months. He's closed himself off more now than ever before. His eyes moved to the hand that was upon his was her's Lexia's. He silently gave her a thank you in his mind. However the look he gave her could prove he was thankful for how much she cared for how he felt. Raising an eyebrow at her when she said, 'I've been staying out of trouble.' "You sure about that?" He asked in a teasing tone. There it was that giggle of hers. Something the Original hasn't heard in a very long time. "You do get bored of small towns easily, don't you?" He asked before nodding his head softly. "Well...I'm happy to see you again Lexia...Truly I am."

Lexi's Point Of View

Lexi knew that he held feelings for her even way back. It was obvious but he never acted upon it. She never regretting being turned. In fact she had embraced it and was happy that her life had been saved by Elijah. He had rescued her. Even when they were apart he had left such an impact on her that she had never been the same. She recalls that day that he had left. The day her whole world turned upside down. She had found a note left for her. Reading it with tears in her eyes as she cried. Cried because he was gone. She knew he couldn't bring himself to say goodbye to her. She was not one for personal goodbyes. He told her that his father was on his and his brother's trail and he had to go. He didn't want his father finding her for he couldn't keep his promise to protect her and he couldn't live with himself if anything happened to her. He wanted her to be happy and safe.

She carried that note with her. Whenever she felt lonely and missed him she would take it out and read it hoping that it would make her feel better but it made her miss him even more so. They shared a connection. They shared more than that. She had feelings for him. She had a feeling there was more to his leaving than just his father. You see love is a vampire's greatest weakness. A vampire feels emotions deeper than any other creature. Could the reason being for him not wanting to act on his feelings towards her was because he had been hurt by someone and afraid to be hurt again?

She watched him as he blinked as if he remembered their past that they shared. She had been so happy back then. Ever since he left it was if a piece of herself was missing. As if she hadn't been living. He completed her. He was right for her. They were so alike. It was as if they were made for one another. He wasn't just her maker. She could see he was struggling with something. He has feelings for her. She can see that. Just who hurt him so badly. That was what she wanted to know. She wanted him happy but he obviously wasn't. He was right for her. If only he could see that. If only he could believe it.

She could only watch as he finished his second drink and asking for another. Just why was he drinking so much? This wasn't like Elijah. Something was definitely bothering him. She waited as he laid his brown eyes upon her once more. She knew that he liked her hair curly. Tonight however she wore it straight. She vowed to curl her hair just for him. "Yes I have Elijah but I do know how much you like my curly hair." She smiled and noticed him looking down at his drink for a brief moment. "I must say the feeling is mutual. I have missed you so much Elijah." Her hazel eyes looking into his brown ones. She could see an inner turmoil of sorts. Like he was fighting his inner demons. She'd help him. She was there.

She had no idea of the danger that lingered in the city. It didn't scare her. As long as he was there nothing else mattered. He's changed as if he has put up walls. Walls that were not there once but are obviously now. She assumes to protect himself. He's shut himself off from those he cares about. She's determined to break down those walls. She will see the old Elijah that she grew to love. Couldn't he feel it? Couldn't he feel the pull, the attraction between them? She smiled as he looked down at his arm and her hand placed upon it in a comforting gesture. It was the least she could do. Her hazel eyes watching him as he said thank you to her in his mind. There was more to her gesture than just one of comfort. She found him for a reason.

She finished her drink and placed her empty glass upon the bar. Before she could call to the bartender he came over refilling her drink for her. She let out another giggle. "Well for the most part I have. I know shocking to say the least. However I did have Stefan's approval of what I did to his brother Damon's favorite black leather jacket." He knows she grows tired of small towns. "Yes I do Elijah. Small towns aren't my thing but if you were in a small town I think I could make an exception." She smiled showing her dimples as she blushed taking another sip of her new drink. "I'm more than happy to see you again Elijah. I will have to give you those letters I wrote since they were meant for you. I'm not about to go anywhere. I can tell you are. It's all I ever wanted for you."