It wasn’t unusual for the Original Vampire — the noble Elijah Mikaelson, to travel around the world; either alone or with the company of his family. Whenever they were out of the coffins. It was May 1996 when Elijah arrived to England.

No need to say it wasn’t his first time here, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. For the first time in a few years, he was alone. No Klaus around, no one to tell him how to live his life.

He ended up in a pub — crowded, he made his way to the bar when he saw you. Only an human; but perhaps, the most beautiful one he had seen since centuries. Your beauty had captivated him. You locked eyes with him and one thing let to another, he ended the night up in your bed.

It should have been a one-night stand to Elijah — how could he give time to an human, with a limited life? Yes, but before he knew it, his thoughts were filled with you. You were the only thing he could think of — night and day.

Weeks passed and it felt like a routine; him ending in your king sized bed; his whisper in your ears, praising you like no other had done before.

He knew that no matter what, there was no way he could leave now. Not when you were the best thing he has ever had the chance to see. Not when there was kisses in the rain — this sparkling connection, pictures burning in his head.

“You’re more than just an english love affair, darling,” he whispered to you, laying next to you. His eyes shifted to yours, a certain softness in his gaze when he glanced at your face like you were the only one he had ever needed.