Heyyyyyyyy guys. :D
So I wanna dedicate this chapter to the amazing squigglesquirrel. He's one of my closest friends at my school, and he just got Wattpad a few days ago. If any of you guys are into Doctor Who, he has a fanfic about it called 'Timelord; Alone'. I don't know ANYTHING about Doctor Who, so I can't really explain it all that well. :'D But anyway, here's the description:
The Master is back from the dead and back at his old antics; trying to get the Doctors attention, the only way he could. The Master didn't want any old attention from the Doctor. No. He wanted special attention, and he was determined on getting it.
You should definitely check it out. :D
I hope you guys like this chapter. I felt strangely happy while writing it. :')
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Chapter Eighty-Four
By the time I had found a department store, bought the crib and a few other things, and had set the whole thing up in the house, Rebekah was at the door. I set the thin mattress down into the crib, then sped down to the door.
I grinned as soon as I saw Rebekah standing there, holding Hope in her arms.
"Bekkers!" I squealed, hugging her tightly, and making sure that I didn't crush Hope in the process. I pulled away and looked down at the child, and it was absolutely amazing what I felt when I saw her. It was as if every piece of guilt that I had about killing those witches the night of her birth simply vanished, because I knew that everything I had done was to protect her.
"Here," Rebekah smiled softly at me as we both walked into the house. "Hold her."
I quickly nodded to Rebekah, feeling tears of happiness pricking at my eyes. It was remarkable how happy this child made me, when this was the first time I had truly seen her with my own eyes. I took Hope in my arms, holding her carefully, as if he she was a porcelain doll.
All of this, all of the battles that we had fought in the past year, it was all for her. And in this moment, I knew that it was worth it. I knew that she would grow to be strong and loving, just like her mother, and intelligent and courageous, just like her father.
"She's beautiful," I whispered, my voice cracking a little bit.
"Yes, she is," Rebekah smiled. "I'm going to go get Elijah," she told me, then turned and walked back to the car.
I held Hope carefully while she hummed and babbled, and walked up the steps. I went to the spare room I had set up for her, I turned on the light, smiling at the squeal that she let out when I did. Children were amused and surprised at the smallest things, which was only one of the reasons why I loved being around them so much.
Hope yawned loudly, so I took her over to the desk that I had converted into a changing table. I changed her diaper and put on some pajamas that I had bought for her, then picked her up again and took her to the crib. I laid her down, and she yawned again.
I smiled down at her and put my hand down close to hers, and she grabbed the end of my finger in her little palm.
She slowly began to fall asleep as I stayed by her, and her hand went limp around my finger. I removed it gently, then leaned on the edge of the crib.
"I will always protect you, Hope," I whispered, then turned and shut the light off and left her alone to sleep.
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Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson
Fanfiction*Wrote this when I was 14, you've been warned*. --------- People would say that the two of them had been in love for 900 years. They just didn't know it until now.
