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😢🪁||44|| ''There's been an accident,''

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My wrist stopped hurting eventually. I spent a few moments here and there thinking about the man lying in the bushes, but not out of fear. I didn't feel bad about making him go unconscious – I felt strong. As in strong enough to defend myself.

That realisation wasn't the only thing that had changed. The whole atmosphere in the car had shifted since since we got back on the road again.

We'd never talked like this before. We'd never been this comfortable. And it pulled me in two opposite directions, whenever I gave it too much thought. Warning myself to care too much, and wanting to care – and it was getting harder by the minute to push those thoughts aside.

''Are you sure you don't want to switch?'' I asked when I saw that the car clock had passed ten.

''Positive,'' he replied.

''Fine,'' I acquiesced. ''But in an hour, I drive.''

He let out a low chuckle. ''Alright,''

I looked out the window, never really tiring of the scenery we passed. It was so different from back home, and so similar.

''What will you do when we reach Lafayette?'' Elijah asked.

I looked back at him. ''I don't know if Klaus told you, but he knew a relative of mine.''

''He did not,'' Elijah said. ''Not that I should be surprised.''

''Well,'' I continued, ''her name was Madeleine. And she... was like me.''

Elijah's head turned fast and he met my eyes curiously.

''Yep,'' I said. ''And then she became a vampire only to die. I don't know everything about it. Apparently, empaths and vampirism isn't the best combination.''

''Because of heightened emotions,'' he concluded.

I nodded. ''I don't think it's impossible. Not that I really know anything about it at all,'' I added with a small sigh. ''But I guess with a certain amount of control it doesn't have to end like it did for her.''

Elijah had his eyes on me, contemplating something. But he didn't speak, so I continued. ''She had a brother. I'm going to visit his grave.''

''What do you hope to find?''

''Nothing,'' I said. ''Well, not really. I just wanted to see it.''

Elijah nodded.

''You...'' I began. ''You weren't with him in New Orleans back then?''

''No,'' Elijah replied. ''My brother and I have had countless disputes throughout the years. That was one of them. I wasn't in the city.''

''And you haven't heard anything about it?''

''Not that I recall. Nothing important.''

Well, he wasn't lying.

Pulling out my phone, I took a look at the forecast. It was going to be both sunny and warm the next couple of days, warmer than back home. Maybe I'd packed a few too many warm clothes. Glancing at Elijah in his suit, I wondered if he was bothered at all.

I didn't know why he always wore them. I mean, I'd never seen him in anything else. Not that it was a bad thing, because he looked really good in it, and-

My mind was racing. I was really hoping he hadn't gone and developed mind reading of late. Hearing people's heartbeats had to be enough. To focus my thoughts elsewhere, I grabbed my phone and sent a text to my mum, telling her I was halfway through the second day of getting there. She answered almost immediately.