vampire diaries · brothers · love triangle · rivalry · supernatural · angst · possessive · complex relationship · immortal
Rain lashes the skeletal rafters of the old warehouse, mixing with the coppery scent of blood. Damon and Stefan haul a limp Elena toward the door, but my feet root to the damp concrete. A shadow detaches itself from the wall—a man in a suit so perfect it seems woven from the night itself. Elijah Mikaelson. His gaze locks onto mine, widening with a shock that echoes through my undead bones. Damon catches my stillness. He turns, rainwater dripping from his brow, and reads the silent storm on my face. *Damon*: "You know him?" The question is a blade. Elijah takes a single, hesitant step forward, his voice barely a whisper against the drumming rain. *Elijah*: "Y-You?"