Elijah Mikaelson never felt like he had an end to limits or pressure on him. He believed he could have anything he ever wanted, considering he was an original vampire. And for decades, he would get exactly that — whatever he wanted no matter what it was. His brother may have his moments and put a dent into his plans by putting a dagger in him for ages, but, he still managed to get what he wanted.

Until you. Poor, little, you. He had fallen in love twice before you, and he refused to follow the same path all over again with some new doppelgänger. You weren’t one. He knew love wouldn’t be on his side as much, but he hoped perhaps just this once ; his brother would allow him to feel happiness and not be kept in a coffin for years to come.

Klaus never listened. He was shoved right back into a coffin, and knowing you were next, you fled. You got away in ways Elijah could never.

But now, he was back, and when he caught wind of you being in the same city as him, he sought out for you. He couldn’t let fate ruin everything for him. Not again. Never again.