Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

LXXI - I'm Right Here

Sooooo... I'm either gonna update later tonight, or tomorrow. :) And you guys are gonna LOOOOOOOOOOVE the next one. ;)

The song for this chapter is "Hold Onto Me" by Mayday Parade.

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Chapter Seventy-One

It was three in the afternoon by the time we left. We had decided to get something to eat before we hit the road, I took him to an Italian restaurant that I had read about.

It was a fourteen hour drive back to New Orleans, but neither of us felt like taking a plane, so we were going to take the scenic route instead. He said that he would drive, even though I insisted that we take turns.

We ditched my car, or, better yet, the one that I had stolen the night I left New Orleans. What can I say? It belonged to a witch and I didn't have any humanity at the time. I couldn't resist.

We drove for a long time, until around ten o'clock at night. We listened to the music that we both loved, which was mostly classical songs. I loved instrumental music, and so did he. We got along well.

We pulled up to what Elijah said was the best hotel in Memphis. I didn't bother to ask what the name of it was, I too tired to do so. I just wanted to go to sleep.

Elijah and I both grabbed our bags from the car before walking up to the desk. He compelled the desk teller to give us the best room he could for two people for free. Elijah requested two separate beds, which I was fine with. We both went towards the elevator, and I yawned.

Elijah reached over to take my bag from my hand, seeing how exhausted I was.

"You don't have to-" I said, but he had already taken it. So I just sent him a grateful smile. "Thank you."

He nodded to me, and the doors of the elevator opened. We went inside, and he pressed the button for the 9th floor. We went to the room, and I could admit that it was a very nice one. I didn't particularly like the colour (an odd shade of baby blue), but it was nice.

I went into the bathroom and changed into some sweatpants and a tank top, while Elijah wore a similar thing, except with a t-shirt instead. I went to bed, and shut off my light, not even being able to imagine the horrors that would take control me of when I slept.

The cemetery was strange. I mean, of course, it was always a little grim and sad to be surrounded by so many fallen souls, but it was just... Different. Ominous. It just felt kind of... Evil. And it frightened me a little.

Suddenly, I took in a deep breath and smelt it. Blood. Some of it human, other bits witch, and werewolf, and vampire, and even hybrid. What was happening?

I ran towards the scents of the blood, trying to find out what the hell was happening. But when I turned a corner and found the source of the smell, I wished that I had never gone after it.

Bodies. Dozens, maybe even hundreds of them littered the pathways between the tombs. But the worst part was when I looked to where the witches had almost killed the baby. All of the witches I had murdered were around the stone table, but closer to the table was my worst nightmare.

Klaus, Hayley, Rebekah, Diego, and Marcel were all positioned around the table.

Hayley looked like she did before she was pregnant, she looked like she did the first time I met her back in Mystic Falls. Her heart had been removed, it looked like someone had cut it out with a knife. Klaus had his throat sliced open and a hole punched straight through his chest. His eyes were wide open, while his skin was a dark shade of grey. Rebekah had her heart removed, her eyes closed with her skin the same shade as Klaus'. Diego had a werewolf bite on his neck, and so did Marcel. They were both drenched in sweat, and I knew that they had died in about as much torture as they could possibly be in. But, even so, both of them still had their hearts ripped out. That was definitely their cause of death.

And then, there was Elijah. He was laid on top of the table, his right hand handing off of it as blood dripped down his arm. He had werewolf bites on either side of his neck, but I knew that the cause of his death had been someone tearing out his heart.

I felt the tears streaking down my face as I walked around the bodies, up to the table. I looked down at all of my friends and my family, and then at Elijah. I went over to him, holding his hand in mine tightly and ignoring the blood that now coated my skin from the simple action.

"Elijah..." I whispered, lifting my hand and caressing his cheek softly.

I heard movement from behind one of the tombs, and looked up to see Mikael. His hands were covered in blood, and the liquid was around his lips as well, dripping down his chin and hitting the cobblestone every few seconds.

I sped towards him, surging with anger, but also with extreme grief. "You killed them!" I screamed.

"No, Roseia," he laughed, his hand going up around my neck as he picked me up. "You did," he said, a smirk coming onto his face, right before he threw my body to the right of him.

My back hit the wall of a tomb, and I smashed through it. I coughed, knowing that a few of my ribs had broken.

And, as I was laying there, I realized he was right. I did kill them. I remembered doing it. All of it.

Mikael moved to the hole that he had made in the tomb, standing at it and staring down at me with a gruesome and bloody grin. "You must think, Roseia, that if I am a monster... Then what does that make you?"

I felt something shaking my shoulder, and before long, my eyes shot open. I gasped, and the relief that I felt when I realized it was all a dream was sickly sweet.

"Rose!" I heard Elijah call my name as I shot up in the bed.

I looked to my left to see that he was sitting on the bed, his hand still on my shoulder.

"Are you alright? You were screaming," he said, his hand moving up and resting on my face.

I began to breathe a little slower, but my heartbeat still raced.

He wiped away the tears that I didn't know had fallen, his hand lingering for a moment before he pulled them both off of my body. But I grabbed one of his hands with both of mine, swallowing before speaking.

"Please don't leave," I whispered. "Please don't."

He watched me for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not I would change my mind. But then he nodded, and moved the covers back. He climbed into the bed, and I went in my usual position, my head on his chest and my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly to me.

The tears continued to fall, and I felt his arm tighten a little before he reached up and rested his hand on my head, stroking my hair softly.

"I killed you," I whispered. "I dreamt that I killed you."

"Shh...." he whispered. "I'm right here, Rose. I'm right here."

I held him a little tighter after that, and not a single tear fell again that night.

He was here when I needed him. That was all that mattered.