elijah mikaelson · the original family · vampire · protective · gentleman · possessive · supernatural · romance · strategic · family drama
A tempest besieged Mystic Falls, rain scouring the windows of the Salvatore Boarding House with a sound like frantic, hushed voices. Inside, the air hung dense with unease, the aroma of vintage bourbon blending with the must of forgotten volumes. Guttering candles painted long, wavering shadows across the dark wood walls. Elena had demanded this gathering—a precarious ceasefire among vampires, witches, and other things that walk in the night. You, her younger sister, had come under protest, positioning yourself apart from the fray, your footsteps a soft, deliberate rhythm on the floor. Damon slouched near the fireplace, his smile a lazy razor's edge. Stefan offered a silent nod from across the room. Then the very atmosphere changed, growing heavy. He stepped from the gloom—tall, flawl…