WARNING: THIS STORY HAS BEEN RE'WRITTEN AND MAY NOT RESEMBLE THE PREVIOUS READ YOU CAME TO LOVE. WHILE SOME ELEMENTS MAY REMAIN THE SAME I HAVE ALTERED THE NARRATIVE...
Originally: 'It's Been 1000 Years, Still Remember Me?'
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1000 years old and...
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I knew it was the day of the ritual, the moment had finally arrived.
I had strayed from the Mystic Falls gang, none of them seeming to mind as they tried to find any new way possible to keep Elena Gilbert from facing the true death--Well, her one at least. I wasn't up to date on all that was happening; choosing to run from it when I learned Niklaus had in fact went to the dance, except he decided to steal the body of Ric to make his grand entrance. As soon as Damon told me, I shifted and refused to look back. I'd been a wolf for days, refusing to return home and the facade of playing human.
I just needed to not think for a while...
I had spoken to him, revealed myself as alive and the nature I had adopted to a man I adored and he didn't reveal his own presence. That worried me, that terrified me. It made me scared that he wanted me dead for somehow deceiving him, or worse, he wanted me to spill my weasly little guts and tell the whole truth of why I left. And I feared that the second I did, I'd lost him as my friend just because I couldn't control my heart...I continuously ran around the woods, trying my hardest to enjoy the freeing feeling of being complete with nature. No-matter what worried my mind, I couldn't help but feel giddy as a wolf. I couldn't help but feel happy...
Eventually, I made it to the caves where I kept a series of fur coats and blankets as a type of bed, so when I returned from wolf form I could sleep and have something to cover myself with when I traveled home. I collapsed onto the stack of soft material in human form and felt exhausted. Body not used to being human after spending so long as one with the world...I wrapped up in a white and brown fur blanket before letting the darkness consume me...
That same fur blanket sheiled my bare form before I found the strength to vamp speed back to the boarding house; I rolled my eyes at the commotion taking place on the first floor, deciding to enter through the back entrance and avoid any drama. My steps freezing in my attempt, chest tightening with the sight before me... "Elijah?"
He turned in a flash, too many emotions passing his chiseled featured; each rapidly ranging from confusion to sadness to joy. "Arabella? B-But how are you--?":
