this is actually kind of short but i loved this whole idea and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it ((: x

++ elijah wyd why are you so stupid

also there's some implied haylijah which was hard tfor me to write because ew notp but yeh it's there try to survive

I WON'T DO A SECOND PART

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Imagine being secretly in love with Elijah and doing anything and everything for him but he ends up using and betraying you

It was no easy thing to be in love with a vampire, let alone an Original one. Especially when he had no clue.

Since day one, since you saw Elijah Mikaelson in Mystic Falls, you had been daydreaming of spending the rest of your life with him. It was a massive crush, like high school level, and it developed into something much stronger and more serious, and in no time, you understood you were in love. His deep eyes, his teasing smirk, his muscular arms, his gentlemanly manners and his low, sexy voice - he never left your mind, really, even when he left Mystic Falls.

Of course, such feelings towards more or less of a "villain", wasn't appreciated, not by your friends nor by yourself. You knew you and him could never have anything, it was like a celebrity crush, one you'd never get to pursue, but you knew that your feelings for him were real. You just couldn't talk about them to anyone. You kept your wild imagination to yourself, and cried over his beauty when you were all alone.

But, a miracle happened. You made your way to New Orleans, and somehow ended up in the middle of the Mikaelsons' messes. You didn't know how you got so lucky, but in a few weeks, you found yourself spending most of your time with the Originals, and bonding with each of the siblings. Though, the most evident spark ignited between you and Elijah, and you had a reason to believe your dream was slowly coming true. Would you become Mrs. Elijah Mikaelson, after all?

"Y/N, I wish for you to join me on my visit to Marcel and his so called army. Would you care to come with me?", Elijah suggested on one day as he strided down the stairs, offering you a warm smile while fastening the buttons of his jacket. You jumped up instantly, more than happy to tag along, and after putting your book aside, you went to the front door where Elijah helped you with your jacket. After you exchanged more smiles, the suave Mikaelson opened the door for you, and you stepped out.

It was raining that day, the sky was gray and you instantly brought your hands above your head to protect your hair from becoming a frizzy mess. You ran to Elijah's car, and took a sharp inhale when you touched the cold, wet door which you then opened to step inside the chilly vehicle. You seated yourself on the leather, and when Elijah had done the same and turned on the car and the heating, he left the mansion behind and began driving towards Marcel's place.

You sat there with an adorable smile on your face, your hands resting on your knees that kept on bouncing up and down with excitement, your eyes looking around the views. You were cute as a button, so innocent and beautiful, and Elijah couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his heart as he glanced at you, frowning slightly while driving a tad faster.

You really didn't know his true intentions, but if you did, you would have never gotten into that car.

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"Here, Y/N. Come on", Elijah smiled, and nodded towards the abattoir where you knew Marcel was residing. You had been there once or twice, though just sneaking around with Rebekah, but never properly like now. Elijah wrapped his arm around your waist, and a jolt of electricity only his touch caused, ran through you and you had to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to control the satisfied smirk from spreading out. You had never been this close to him, so you certainly enjoyed every second, from his magical scent to his tight grip on your hip. He was so flawless. Yet with the most awful plan in mind.

You and him entered the abattoir, and he gave you an apologetic look before calling out Marcel's name. "I have brought the girl, as you wished", Elijah spoke, confusing you with his words, but before you had time to ask what he meant with that, you were surrounded with Marcel's vampires, and in fear, you went closer to the Original but he pushed you away. You gave him a shocked look, and then turned to the vampires, not knowing what to do since you had never been taught to fight them - you were just an innocent human who had been thrown to the wolves, or in this case, vampires.

"Elijah?", you asked in confusion, tears rising in your eyes as the pieces started to slowly come together in your mind. The Mikaelson avoided your eyes, ashamed of himself, and for a rather good reason, too. You swallowed thickly, and then glanced at the vampires again, afraid that they'd attack you at any given moment, but your attention was eventually drawn away when you heard Marcel speak up.

"Oh, poor Y/N", he shook his head as he approached you, his smirk widening with each second. You tensed, and took a step back, but he easily collected back the distance you desperately tried to create. "Elijah didn't tell you why he really wanted you to come along? If you thought it's because he likes you, I doubt it", Marcel continued, his voice making you want to vomit because of the poisonous tone and the even more hurtful words. It felt like being stabbed in the heart.

"Or, if he likes you, then clearly not enough. Because, I got Hayley right here", Marcel said, and gestured one of his minions to toss the werewolf girl in for everyone to see, "and I told Elijah that if he wants her back, he needs to give you to me, so I can make you one of my vampires."

You couldn't believe your ears. Your heart broke, tears fell onto your cheeks, and you understood that Elijah had used you, betrayed you, lied to you. He had only hurt you - you had given your everything, you had done everything he asked you to, and this was where it got you. He never liked having you around. He never needed you. He just wanted Hayley. You were never important or helpful, only when you could be traded for the werewolf.

Anger and hate raged inside of you, beating the sadness eventually, and you gave a vicious look to Elijah who tried to offer you an apologetic look, but you couldn't care less. He was everything you wanted, but he didn't want you. But there was someone who did - Marcel. So, you turned to face the vampire, and slowly nodded as if to agree with his plan. You stepped towards him bravely, swallowing your tears and standing in front of him with a determined look on your face.

You hadn't even been turned into a vampire yet, but it was safe to say the old Y/N was long gone.

"I'll do it", you breathed out, knowing that becoming a part of Marcel's army would be a sure way to ruin the Mikaelsons. If they didn't want you on their side, then you'd go on the other. You nodded one more time to confirm your words, and Marcel broke into a smile as he wrapped his arm around you, laughing loudly and giving Hayley the permission to go to Elijah.

You felt nauseous when they hugged, and Marcel could tell. "I know you kind of want to rip his limbs off right now, and I promise, with me, you'll have the chance to do that. I'm your new friend. I won't betray or hurt you. Welcome, Y/N", Marcel whispered and turned you away from Elijah and Hayley so you wouldn't have to look at them for any longer. Heavily sighing, you gave Marcel a look of gratitude, even if he was the whole reason this all happened, but at least he was willing to give you a chance at making Elijah regret his decision.

Maybe it was partly Marcel's fault, but Elijah could have found a way to save both you and Hayley, or just give up on Hayley entirely. Obviously he just didn't care about you enough. But, that was where he was wrong, and one way or another, you were going to make him see that.

And as you walked away with Marcel, he already regretted what he had done, aware that the most innocent people could be the most ruthless, and you were about to become a perfect example of that.