I walked into the house with Damon.
“Stay with me.” He said. I nodded. He turned and saw Elijah standing there in a suit. He walked over as the mayor saw him, and beckoned him.
“This is Damon Salvatore, one of the founding families of Mystic Falls. And this is his younger sister Mira Salvatore.” The mayor introduced us.
“I know Mr. Salvatore, but I can’t say I’ve had the honor of meeting Ms. Salvatore.” He said and kissed my hand, “the pleasure is mine.” I nodded to him, “thank you. If you don’t mind, I think I will get a drink.” I said and nodded to the three before walking away. I walked past Alaric giving him a glance to follow. He did and I turned to him as soon as we were out on a deserted balcony.
“That’s Elijah Mikaelson?” I asked. He nodded, “yeah…you’ve never met him before?”
“My brothers made it their job to keep me as far away from him as possible.” I answered.
“With good reason…” Alaric said, “what does he want with Damon and the mayor?”
“Damon said something to do with a deal. He won’t tell me anything else.” I answered. Alaric nodded, then glanced to see John standing trying to talk to Jenna, he looked back at me, “be careful.” I nodded, and then he left. I took a deep breath and turned to leave only to see my path stopped by someone. I quickly looked up to Elijah.
“I…don’t believe this is the refreshment table.” He said his voice smooth as he looked around.
“I’m afraid not.” I said and moved past him walking back into the house, finding what I was looking for. I picked up a cup of water and put it to my lips drinking slowly.
“If you’re a Salvatore.” Elijah said walking over, “why haven’t I seen you before this?”
“Protective brothers. They don’t exactly trust you.” I answered sighing.
“I do not know why they make me out to be the villain when I am not.” He said.
“You’re an original, who was going to take Elena, cannot be killed, and for the record it is not exactly clear whose side you are on. So please forgive us for being weary.” I said before walking away. This time he didn’t follow. I began talking to another guest at the party, after a while I heard a sudden groan. I quickly looked around, the sound came from the mayor’s office. Excusing myself I rushed to the doors and opened them quickly. Damon was bent over the desk groaning in pain from a pencil in his neck.
“Damon!” I exclaimed rushing over to him.
“I’m an original, show some respect.” Elijah said standing at the edge of the desk, he held a white handkerchief. I snatched it out of his hand glaring. I held it against Damon’s neck as Elijah left.
“What the heck did you do?” I asked looking at the wound.
“Hey, I am the one who got stabbed.” Damon said standing.
“Can we go before you get stabbed again?” I asked. He nodded and handed me the keys, “you’re driving.” We got out of the house without being too noticed and went straight home. Damon was in his room drinking blood and brooding.
I was in the library going through books when I heard a knock on the door.
“Damon door.” I called through the house but got no response. The knock sounded again. I walked to the door looking over a book with a worn old red cover. Opening it I saw Elijah standing there his hands in his pockets, he looked up at me, “hello Miranova.”
“Mira, is just fine.” I answered, “what do you want Elijah?”
“I have come to make amends.” He said with an appealing voice, “may I come in?” I stepped aside gesturing loosely with my arm for him to come in.
“Damon, company.” I called then turned to Elijah, “make yourself comfortable.” With that I went to my room and sat down with the book. After a while I didn’t hear anything, so I ventured back out into the library looking over other books.
“This is quite a collection you have here.” A familiar voice said from behind me. I turned quickly and saw Elijah leaning on the wall. He walked over to me and picked up a book, “Shakespeare?” I nodded slowly, he walked around flipping through the book, “do you enjoy reading?”
“I do.” I answered softly.
“What do you like to read?” He asked sitting on a chair near a table.
“Classics, fiction.” I answered turning back to the shelves.
“I prefer Shakespearean literature myself.” I heard him say. I nodded looking over books, “I assume you have finished talking with Damon, so what are you still doing here Elijah?”
“I was wondering if you would like to have coffee with me.” He said softly. I looked at him, “why?”
“I think you’re enchanting.” He said walking closer, “and I wish to know more about you.”
“Enchanting?” I repeated the word skeptically, then let out a small laugh, “they always said you were a silver tongue.”
“It has come to my attention, that you know nothing of me, except of what you have heard. Some of it may be true, some of may just be rumours set in motion, and so I wish to set them straight.” Elijah said. Gently he grasped my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly, “I hope you consider my offer.” With one last smile he left silently leaving me with a decision to make.