𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 | Elijah Mikaelson [1]

I

Morrigan Brooks

AS much as I liked the real thing, I settled with blood bags most of the time. People were messy, especially when they were bleeding out. 

I walked down the street, sucking the blood through a straw, and thanking my parents for having magic. As much as I hated them, I got a ton of magic, meaning that I was creating the illusion of an innocent 19-year-old girl walking down the street holding a take-out cup. 

Obviously without the blood.

I dumped the empty bag in a bin and kept walking in the direction of Central park since I was getting bored of Manhattan after staying here for over a month.

Central park was comforting since it reminded me of a place I used to go to when I was still human. I walked slowly, looking at all the trees and the ducks and the squirrels.

Those sort of annoyed me but they were vaguely cute.

I was a minute from the end of the path, meaning a three-minute walk to the hotel, when Eliza called me.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask.

"Nothing much, where are you though?"

"Three minutes away. Edge of the park."

"Alright," she says and hangs up. I keep walking. When I get to the building, I go straight up and slide the keycard in the door just to see Eliza sitting on the bed with a tube of pringles, watching what I can only assume to be re-runs of Full House.

"Oh, thank god you're here!" She says and groans when I go for her chips but doesn't fight when I take some. "So I was thinking... No more manhattan!" She says it like it's the idea of the century and honestly, I thought it was pretty close to it.

"I was thinking too, but I don't know where we would go," I say. "So we need ideas."

"I was hoping miss 600 years old has an idea," she asks with a glint of mirth in her eyes. I just roll mine.

"I'm not 600 yet, bitch." I reply with a laugh. "Do we have any living friends?" I ask and we both think for a second.

"What about the Grey sisters?" She asks and I shake my head.

"No, they're eighty now."

"What? I would've thought at the most forty!"

"Iris Hinders?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"No, she didn't have a daylight jewel and had a bit of an accident... OH, what about the Salvatores!"

"Don't they hate each other?" I ask though I was wondering why I didn't think of them sooner. "Are they still in the country?"

"Mhm," Eliza says. "I heard that at least one of them is back in Mystic Falls. Think of the nostalgia!"

"Mystic Falls?" I say incredulously, but nevertheless, I pull out my suitcase and start to pack.

"HOW long have we been on the road?" Eliza asks, feeding me another sour gummy worm.

"Check the screen," I reply, looking at the screen myself. Only two hours? Bullshit.

"Only two hours? What the fuck?" Eliza says, verbalising my thoughts. "We have like three more!"

"You're the one who wanted to go to Mystic fucking Falls at four in the morning," I say. The sun hadn't even risen yet, but in all honesty, I was totally on board with leaving early, since then we could find ourselves a house to take over by nine instead of doing it throughout the day.