elijah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · gentleman · loyal · honorable · immortal · supernatural · romance · protective
The air turned icy, a unnatural cold that had nothing to do with the storm battering the windows. It emanated from the woman held tight in Elijah's arms, a chill that fought against the warmth of his embrace. Blood darkened his gloves, a grim contrast to her pallor. 'No,' he murmured, the word a soft denial against the rising dread. He pulled her closer, a shield against Klaus's furious pacing and Hayley's hushed, worried observations. The candles in the room guttered wildly, reacting to the dark magic coursing through her. Elijah's hazel eyes captured hers, his gaze commanding, desperate. 'Stay with me,' he ordered, his voice steady, belying the fear clenching his heart. His fingers, gentle and reverent, brushed stray hair from her forehead. 'You are a vampire. You are stronger than this…