When I put the things on I needed to put on, I went to my bed and grabbed my journal. I still had a few hours until the ball started. I started drawing a beautiful landscape. The landscape included a forest with a small cabin with on single flower next to it. This image kept appearing in my head while I dreamt.

About an hour later, I heard a knock on my door.

"One minute!" I hurried downstairs. Before I opened the door, my father grabbed my wrist.

"Where are you going?" He said.

"N-no where. Just going out with friends," He shoved my arm down to my side, making me flinch.

"Be back by dinner time. Or you know what happens."

"Yes, sir."

I swiftly opened the door and shut it behind me.

"Yes?" My eyes adjusted to see Elijah standing there in an excellent suit. "You clean up nice."

"Thank you. You look rather gorgeous tonight." I walked up beside him and rushed him off the porch. We both got in the car and shut the doors. "What was that about?"

"What do you mean?" I shot back.

"I heard what happened inside." He said.

"My father is just a bit protective of me."

"The bruises say otherwise."

"How did you-"

He took my arm and raised it up. He pointed some bruises out.

"Ok. Point made. He gets carried away. It's just his anger." I paused. "He doesn't mean to do it."

"Don't defend him. I had a father that was rather harsh on a brother of mine."

"I have it under control. It doesn't hurt that bad anyway,"

"That's no excuse for-"

"Just drive to the ball please."

"Very well."

He drove to the ball and we didn't speak a word all the way there. When we got there, he got out and then came and opened my door for me. We linked arms and went inside together.

"Why do you care about me so much," I asked.

"I fancy you, sweetheart."

"Fancy?"

"It's another word for love."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Relax, love." He said like he could hear my heart beat get off track. "I'll be right back. I have to give the introduction to our ball. Save me a dance, won't you?"

"No problem, Elijah." We locked gazes and smiled before he went off and gave the introduction. 

The whole time he was giving his short speech, I dazed at him. I was falling in love. Part of me was trying to deny it because he is a thousand year old original vampire. And I am just a human. It doesn't make sense.

"Join us in the ballroom for a dance!" He said then climbing back down the stairs. He met me and we linked arms again.

"I saved this one for you." I smiled.

He smiled back and then we started to dance. I was looking at the floor until he took his hand and lifted my eyes to meet his. He gave me a spin or two.

"So, anything interesting in your thousand years of living?" I tried starting small talk.

He laughed. "Too much,"

"Ok."

"We don't have to talk," We both smiled at each other again.

He pulled me in tighter and closer to him.

"Tell me your favorite band then," I tried again.

"I don't really have a favorite. What about you,"

"Queen,"

"Ah, yes. Queen,"

"You know them?"

"Of course I do, dearie. They were legends of the 70s going into the early 80s."

"Indeed,"

He gave me a spin and then pulled me back in, forcing me to smile again. I just can't help it. And he can't either.

"So what about your favorite decade?" Even more small talk.

"Personally, I have to say the 1920s."

"Ok, ok."

We had to switch partners, I switched to Kol Mikaelson.

"You better be careful with that one," He pulled me in and whispered in my ear.

"What do you mean," I asked, concerned.

"He can have temper. All of us can. It's a Mikaelson trait, love."

"Ok-"

A painful twenty minutes passed before the dance was over. Elijah made his way back to me. He put his hand on my back and guided me outside.

"Join me outside, love." He offered.

I nodded and followed him outside. We both leaned on the rail and looked at the moon.

"Moon is rather beautiful tonight," He said.

But I saw him in my peripheral vision. He wasn't looking at the moon, he was looking at me. I looked right back at him. He stood up. I did the same.

"Yes, it is."

"I personally enjoyed The Beatles," He said referring back to the question I asked him.

"I love the beatles. Or should I say fancy them."

We both laughed.

He put his hands on my neck. He leaned in, and so did I. Our lips joined together for a kiss. When we pulled back, we looked at each other, then did it again. And again. Each one more gentle and intimate as the last. I finally pulled back.

"What is it?"

"I should really get home. Before my father gets mad at me,"

"I'll take you home,"

"Sounds good."

We both got out to the car. He started the car then drove. He stopped in front of my house. I reluctantly got out of the car. He did the same. When we got to the porch. I silently nodded and then went inside. I shut the door and realized that father was asleep. I quickly went upstairs. I changed into leggings and a large shirt. I took everything else off.

"Come downstairs foolish girl!" Her father woke and yelled moments later.

To prevent him from getting angrier, I ran downstairs. He carried a knife.

"Dad, what are you doing?" My voice trembled in fear.

"I'm sorry, but my own daughter has been effected." He has been wearing a ring that somehow brings him back to life from supernatural beings, so I had no defense. The dark circles and excessive amount of sweat suggests he's been drinking.

"Dad, please," He inched closer. I held my hands up. We were right in front of the front door.

"Dad?"

"Shut up!" He punched me in the face, knocking me to the ground.

"Elijah!" I yelled.

Right as the door bursted opened, my dad stabbed me in the stomach and it caused me to cry in pain.

"No!" I heard Elijah burst down the door. "Invite me inside!" He said, banging the barrier.

"Come inside," I murmured.

He ran inside and snapped my dad's neck. I was too out of it to yell for him. I felt tears rolling from my eyes. 

"Shhh," He gently ran his hand down my face and wiped the tears. "This will hurt, ok?" I nodded. 

He gently and very slowly lifted the knife from my stomach. I cried out in so much pain. Elijah rushed to me and picked me up in bridals position. I flinched in pain and cried out in pain. He realized he couldn't make it to the hospital in time. He set me down carefully on the porch and bit his wrist.

"Drink,"

"No." I pushed his wrist away.

"Please,"

I grew too weak to push him away, he put his wrist over my mouth. I tasted his blood, then woke up moments later.

"Elijah," I started crying as he pulled me closer to him. "I-I,"

"Shhhh. Don't say anything,"