//You're turned with Elijah's blood in your system, becoming sired to him and inevitably, falling in love- beginning to drift from your boyfriend, Klaus, who does not take the revelation well//
The pain was indescribable. Your gums ached, your eyes burned, and It was like every fiber in your body had been shut off, readjusted, and then switched back on- bursting with power and strength to the point of being overwhelming. But that's exactly how it goes; you ingest vampire blood, you die, and then you go into transition. It was as simple as that. But when one was as closely linked with the original family as you were, nothing was ever really that simple.
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Once upon a time, you were human- you were madly, deeply, unfathomably in love with Klaus Mikaelson, and the world made sense. But things, as they always inevitably do, took a turn for the worse. Elijah, Niklaus' brother had saved your life one morning- feeding you his blood to heal your battle wounds after an attack from a rogue hybrid. But by dawn, there was no one there to help you. A fatal snap of the neck was all it took- and thats when the ball really started rolling.
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You had adjusted to the vampire lifestyle quite well, really. Niklaus, while having been devastated by your turn, tried to brighten the mood a little by showing you 'the fun side' of vampirism- taking you out to teach you how to feed and compel properly. But as you both quickly realized, you had seemed to have followed in Elijah's footsteps when it came to feeding- having a much more humane and merciful sense of getting by, like the older Mikaelson.
But you and Niklaus' newfound differences didn't seem to stop there. In fact, you had even began to grow apart, whether you wanted to admit it or not.
You had started hanging around Elijah during the day while Nik was out conspiring with his ever-growing following of hybrids. And when he returned home one night, it clicked inside you that the spark you had once shared with the original had been dulled to a faint flicker, fighting for oxygen- but when you looked at Elijah, it was like a blazing inferno. So, you followed your heart and broke it off with the infamous original.
You were deeply in love, unknowingly sired and ultimately, conflicted.
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You'd had a fight with Klaus- despite no longer being together, his feelings for you remained strong. He was drowning his paranoia and woes out in copious amounts of alcohol. He too, had taken notice of the growing fondness between you and his brother, but had yet to act upon it for fear of his assumptions getting the better of him.
"Drowning your sorrows, dear brother?" Rebekah mused nonchalantly as she descended the staircase, having been in the midst of getting ready to go out.
"It appears so." He sighed, downing the rest of his glass before standing up from his slumped position in the armchair, and pouring himself another.
"My, such woe Niklaus." She pointed out somewhat teasingly as she adjusted her necklace in the mirror, "Well? What's got your knickers in a twist?" He scoffed at her remark.
"It seems as if our nobel brother has become quite involved with Y/N."
"You really must be paranoid if you would ever think of Elijah as doing such a thing, he knows you still care about her." She added, turning around to face her brother solemnly.
"I know what I saw, Rebekah." He near-growled as he slouched back down into his chair.
"And what exactly did you see?" She crossed her arms, awaiting a response. Honestly, she was quite offended that Nik would even make such an assumption about 'Lijah. Niklaus clenched his jaw as he let out a heavy breath.
"She was looking at him-"
"Niklaus if that is all you bare-witness to, I suggest-" Rebekah spoke standoffishly, cutting his words off- only to be cut off herself.
"She was looking at him. . ." Klaus repeated through gritted teeth as he stood from his seat in frustration, "the same way she used to look at me."
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You were wandering the streets of New Orleans with Elijah. It was dark out and the luminescent street lights glimmered in the damp cobblestone pathways. He was telling you about how the city used to be- when it was in it's prime. His lips curled into a fond smile as he spoke of such happy memories, and you couldn't fathom a more beautiful scene before your eyes.
"Everyone was just- happy." He smiled as you wandered through the still buzzing streets. "The music, the food, the love; it was magnificent." He added, "I wish you could've seen it."
There was absolutely no denying the connection you and Elijah shared. It felt real- it felt right. It was completely unspoken but you knew the feelings were mutual. Elijah loved you- he had since you first met, but then Klaus came along and, well, the rest was history.
You continued wandering passed the bright balconies until you made your way to a quiet park. You desperately wanted to hold his hand. You wanted to hold him, and be held. But Elijah was too nobel a man, let alone a brother to act upon his feelings for you- to hurt Niklaus in such a way. But the longer he looked at you, the more he heard you laugh and the closer you became- the weaker his willpower began to wear.
He stopped short by a park bench, offering you a seat. You smiled and sat down before he followed suit, removing his jacket to place over your shoulders before sitting next to you. You mumbled a shy thanks before looking up at the stars as he did the same.
"Hey Elijah?" You questioned, moving your gaze back down to him. "What do you think about the idea of love?" The question took him a little off guard, but it wasn't like the topic hadn't been on his mind as of late. He smiled a little, closing his eyes before turning to look at you.
"I think- love is an extremely rare thing to find. And if found, you need to hang onto it for dear life." His words brought a smile to your lips. Your eyes locked once more, and in that instant, looking at you- the girl he undoubtedly loved, Elijah's willpower had all but faded away. His hand gently grasped the back of your neck as you moved closer toward each other and his eyes darted down to your lips. You leaned forward, tilting your head and capturing one another in a breathtaking kiss as his arm wrapped around the small of your back, bringing you in closer.
And there, in that moment, you felt like everything had fallen into place.
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"Thats- she wouldn't do that to you Niklaus." Rebekah tried reassuring her brother. "Not without valid reasoning at least, it's not like her." Klaus shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he began to angrily pace. A passive aggressive scoff passed his lips,
"I'm a fool for not seeing it coming. Since the very moment she woke up in transition, it was him- it was always him." He grimaced, anger fueling his stance. Rebekah stood in thought, then it clicked.
"Niklaus," She began eerily, "Who's blood was in Y/N's system when she died?" He thought it over for a second, his eyes widening and his body tensing.
"Elijah's." He breathed, completely understanding what Rebekah was insinuating.
"Oh my god," She spoke airily, in complete shock. "She's sired to him."
This is part 1 to a request sent by @bananabutt69
Thank you so much for your patience, I'm incredibly sorry for the wait- that goes to everybody who had sent in a request. I will get part 2 done as soon as I possibly can.x But for now, enjoy these gifs of Paul Wesley fangirling over Elijah.
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