I never told you (Elijah Mikaelson fanfic)

Chapter 8

"Elijah" Rebekah called and ran up to him. He hadn't been seen for two weeks now, avoiding everyone. Both guilt of daggering Kol and being not being able to see Amelia absolutely killed him and sent him into solitude. "I've been worried sick where have you been?"

"I've been around" Elijah said vaguely not looking at Rebekah

"I know that, Anastasia has been asking about you, I believe she's worried" Rebekah added. Elijah didn't reply. "No! So now you've gone off your little play toy? Do you have any idea what she feels for you? How will she feel when you're ignoring her without even an explanation" Rebekah huffed

"It's not that..."

"It's bloody Niklaus and his envy isn't it? What did he say to you?" Rebekah interrupted

"He said that if I left her alone he would, if I didn't then he would make her life miserable" Elijah sighed

"Oh bloody hell, Elijah don't you see if we work together we can protect her from him, you didn't need to decide that by yourself" Rebekah explained with some sort of sympathy "and speak of the devil" She looked over to a very angry looking Anastasia.

Over those weeks, she had been seeing Elijah but he had always run off or ignore her like she was nothing. She had sat in her room and tried to pluck the courage up to confront him about it.

Anastasia walked quickly up to Elijah. He thought she was going to say something but instead she raised her arm quickly until her hand met his face.

Elijah's face turned to the side and his hand immediately raised to cradle where she hit. "You could have at least told me that you didn't want to talk to me" she spat

"Anastasia I..."

"You what Elijah? you're sorry that you're bored of me? Am I not exciting enough to be in your presence" she interrupted

"Anastasia I am awfully sorry, there has been complications , I didn't mean to" he replied

"So when you looked at me when we passed each other in the halls without a smile or a wave, you were too busy to do that?" She retorted

"I'm sorry" he repeated, unable to excuse himself

"You may be genuinely sorry but you'll have to prove it" she forgave him, in some sort of way

Elijah put his hand on her forearm to console her but her mind had been opened and he could see inside.

It was Italy, a young Anastasia sat in her home in a different room. She was screaming. It scared Anastasia because what came next was unknown. Would her mother die in childbirth?

A few moments later, her father came out with Charles and her baby brother.

"His name?" Anastasia asked, just as she finished, her aunt and uncle came out of the room as well.

"We've chosen to call him Henry" her uncle said. Anastasia felt confused to why they were naming him and not her mother

"Little Henry Salvatore" she smiled, reaching up to pet his head. Everyone in the room looked at eachother

"You don't have much time Oscar, you need to go, they're coming" Anastasia's aunt demanded

Oscar knelt down to his seven year old daughter "listen Anna, we are going to leave for a while, to France but Henry will stay here"

"Why?" Anastasia asked "shouldn't we all be together, we are family"

"Yes we are, but it's dangerous here for us; you will always be Anastasia Salvatore but when we get to France, you go by Peterson and you do not have a little brother"