Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

CLXII - Entries

I totally don't even have an excuse

I just got really sick for like 2 months (100 day cough, fuck you common cold)

And I'm also in grade 12 which is kicking my ass

Sorry guys but I hope you like this chapter :)

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Chapter One Hundred & Sixty-Two (If I counted correctly, who tf knows at this point)

I went into the room Elijah had confined himself to. Klaus had left a while ago, but we were still waiting for Rebekah's call.

I felt tears rushing to my eyes when I saw him there. His body was twitching and coated in a layer of sweat. He seemed to calm when he saw me; or at least, he forced his body to.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. How could I have ever left him?

"No, I am," he replied, and his hands trembled.

I went to him and sat down on the bed and took one of his hands into mine.

"I want you to be happy," he said shakily. "If that means leaving here and never returning, then do it. If that means finding a kind and honourable man, then do not fight it-"

"Stop," I hissed, holding his hand tighter. "Stop this. This is not a goodbye. You know that."

"You cannot spend the rest of your life saving those who cannot be saved."

"And you cannot tell me how to live the rest of my life!" I argued, my brow furrowed and my eyes burning with tears. "You cannot tell me who I do and do not love. You cannot tell me what I will and will not do regarding them. I love you, Elijah Mikaelson. I have always and will always love you. Do you not know me well enough by now? I won't stop until I bring you home."

He gave me a saddened smile. "And you are my home, so I suppose you have made your vow."

"You will not die," I said. I knew that these were the very words he spoke to me the night I was changed into a vampire. "I won't let you, Elijah."

"Rose," Freya said from the doorway. "It's time."

She turned and left, and as I stood to go to the table outside, he pulled me back down again.

"Wait," he whispered, his voice becoming weaker. "I need you to do something for me."

My lips parted. He should know that he need never ask. "Of course. Anything."

"There is a journal in the compound. It is the one I never let you read. I need you to find it. Read it. Read it every time you lose hope. I need you to do this for me."

"I will," I said, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I will, I promise."

He leaned up and kissed me once on the lips, softly and chastely before I returned it with all of the passion I had left in me. We pulled apart, and I took him to the table.

I would save them. I swore that I would. I would not break that promise.

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The vampires had left the compound. Not even Marcellus remained when I went there. I could feel Klaus. He was in the building somewhere, but Rebekah said that he had been stabbed with Papa Tunde's blade. I wanted to go and save him, but I knew that I couldn't. I had to fool Marcel for long enough.

I found the journal easily enough. I took the others as well. I thought he might want them when he awoke. I found other things around the house that the others might want and took them too, then drove off to the edge of the city to meet Hayley.

We had the caskets placed into a transport truck and left New Orleans. It hurt to do so, but it was required.

We went to a motel to rest for the night. Hayley was shaken up, but she put Hope to sleep and eventually fell asleep herself. I went outside and found a bench on the grounds, where I opened the journal to the very first page.

Summer, 1118

She is dead.

The one that we have loved with all of our hearts for four years is now dead. Roseia is gone.

It is interesting. Niklaus once told me that one does not know what they have lost until the thing in question is gone forever.

How will we go on? I have studied our kind and our nature for a long while now, and yet, I find myself at a loss for that answer.

I hope she will be content wherever she is. I hope she will enter a world far more beautiful and kind than ours.

Summer, 1118

By the grace of the gods, our lovely Roseia has become a hybrid. It is believed that she was the first witch to have the blood of each Mikaelson sibling in her system at the time of death, so she is the first hybrid to ever be created next to Niklaus. None of us know what happened, nor do we question it.

She has made it through.

My only hope is that she never leaves us ever again.

Fall, 1118

She is absolutely extraordinary. The way she moves, the way she speaks, the way she acts. Everything about her is perfection and I don't know how I could not see it all before now.

And yet, I feel I cannot say this. Perhaps Niklaus would be jealous. I know not the degree of his affection towards the lovely Roseia.

Even so, I feel I must say it in a way that I now know I cannot avoid.

I love you, Roseia Sothaide.

I found myself wiping away the tears that had fallen down my cheeks. The journal entries went on and on, each of them saying my name. His affection only seemed to deepen over the years, and while I had hoped he had truly cared for his other lovers, he would state that they were distractions and that he would always find himself thinking of me wherever he was. He tried to fight his own heart, and two years ago, he finally gave in.

I would find a way to bring him home.

I looked to the transport truck, feeling his presence. Then I looked to the stars.

"I love you, Elijah Mikaelson."