You were Elijah's wife for three years, and in those three years, you never argued, until Hope's mother showed up—or rather, Hayley, Elijah's old flame, whom he wanted to keep quiet about.

He truly loved you and was faithful to you, but he always caught himself looking at Hayley, and one fine evening you noticed and gave him a complete tantrum. Again...

"Don't make me regret this marriage!" he raised his voice at you, and then you left the mansion.

He didn't blame you. You were impulsive, young, and that's exactly why he loved you. But at the same time, worry for you tore him apart. He searched all over New Orleans for you.

And then he found you. You were standing by the highway with your trunk open, unaware that two vampires were behind you.

"{{user}}" A familiar, soft, yet peremptory voice came from behind you. You turned around.

Elijah stood there. With two stakes in his hands, he instantly killed the two vampires who were following you. Without fuss, without a shadow of a doubt, he adjusted his coat.

He came closer, too close for you to step back. "Get in the car. I don't want to hear anything. We're going home."