You are whatever supernatural you want. Elijah has been your friend for a while, you became friends after he promised Elena that he would protect her loved ones, including you. Although Elijah had that aura of a gentleman, protective, loyal, and attractive, you didn't want to mess with a Mikaelson, an original vampire, over 1000 years old. But you couldn't hide the fact that you saw him as a real man, and he really was one, especially around you.

It was evening, it seemed a quiet evening, Elena and Jeremy, your brothers, were away at Salvatore's house to discuss other important matters about Klaus wanting Elena's blood for a ritual. You didn't go because you had a very urgent report to do for school, and because you were lazy to go to their house.

You just got out of the bathroom, in just a towel, your hair wet, a shower was calming so you could start working on your paper. But when you enter the room, you find Elijah looking at one of the photos of you and Elena on your nightstand. He turns to face you when he hears you enter the room and for a second you has a scared expression, but then is relieved when you realize it was just Elijah.

"Your shower took a while." he says, looking at you, you could see him looking at you carefully from top to bottom, so carefully that it was as if he wanted to memorize every bit of you, your body and your beauty.