tvd meme » two scenes {1/2} Elijah’s entrance

(Source: defanqueen)

werewarbler:

Blaine frowned slightly, cocking his head. “You’d be surprised,” he finally said. He suddenly felt very small for some reason, even though the man before him was maybe only a head taller. There was something about him that meant he was someone to fear and Blaine recognized it. He stuck his hand out anyway, out of politeness and reassured himself that this vampire had wanted to kill him, that he probably would have by now. “Blaine Anderson,” he said with a nod, unable to stop himself from smiling. Meeting new people should always be done with a smile, he repeated in his head. “And I uh, I guess you know what I am too.” Blaine didn’t want to get straight to the point, but he figured it was easier to have that out in the open, so they didn’t have to pretend.

“I think I saw you the night of the Lockwood Ball,” he nodded, studying Elijah. There had been so much going on, but he could remember seeing people. “You were with the skinny guy with dark hair.” He pursed his lips in thought. They must have been at the center of all the weirdness that had occurred that night, but he was beginning to feel like he shouldn’t press that too much. There was no telling if it was a sore spot or not, considering from what he’d heard that someone had died. Blaine glanced up, raising his eyebrows some, his curiosity piqued by the man in front of him now. There were a lot of questions moving through his mind but he wasn’t going to voice them yet. At least not to him. He’d probably ask Gwen about it later, or Eden if Gwen didn’t know.

Elijah glanced down at Blaine’s hand, impressed that despite the fact that he was clearly at least a little afraid of Elijah, that he was confident and willing enough to initiate a proper introduction. Elijah extended his own hand, shaking Blaine’s in greeting. “Elijah. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Blaine,” he nodded before then withdrawing his hand. He nodded when Blaine mentioned knowing what he was. The phrasing also lead Elijah to believe that he was definitely triggered. “I have a very strong suspicion, yes, and my suspicions are rarely incorrect. Which means you’re aware of what I am as well. Have been since you spotted me for the first time in the Grill, I’m assuming.”  He was surprised, really, that given that information, Blaine had still been willing to walk outside by himself like this. If it had been any other vampire, there was a good chance that Blaine wouldn’t still be able to talk. 

“I was, yes,” he responded to the bit about the Ball, not really remembering seeing Blaine around. Then again, Elijah had been more than a little preoccupied that entire evening between the news of Mikael being around and his subsequent death while the elder Salvatore tried to kill Niklaus. “Tell me, Blaine. How long have you know what you are?” he asked. Everyone had varying degrees of knowledge on who and what surrounded them and simply because Blaine was supernatural himself, didn’t mean he was up to date on everything. And if he was more newly triggered, it was possible that he might not know about Klaus and the hybrids depending on who exactly he was friends with and what circles he ran in, pun unintended. 

werewarbler:

Blaine smiled at the couple in the booth as they left and started picking up their dishes. His first week at the Grill had been great, or at least he thought so. Matt and Eden had really helped him figure out his way around, and he’d gotten everything pretty quickly. But tonight he wasn’t waiting tables, just busing, so he got to people watch at the same time. He finished cleaning the table up when he spotted him. Blaine knew immediately that he was a vampire, he’d learned that much. But there was something else. Something that had Blaine on edge and made him a little scared. He spent the rest of his shift stealing looks and trying to figure out who the mystery man was, and was thankful when it was finally up. He walked to the back of the Grill and into a locker room, pulling his apron off and stuffing it in his locker. He was going to change at home, not feeling like putting on all of his normal layers.

Zipping his hoodie and pulling on his backpack, Blaine shot one last look to the corner where the vampire he’d been watching the whole night had been, surprised to find the booth empty. He frowned and moved to leave, pushing outside and stopping as soon as he was on the sidewalk. “Hello?” he asked out loud. Pursing his lips, he turned around and jumped, finding someone standing behind him. “You’re not going to kill me, are you?” he asked quietly, taking a step back.

Elijah had honestly just been out to be out. Mystic Falls was a surprisingly interesting town if you simply took the time to sit back and observe. It was a strange mesh of two completely different worlds that really shouldn’t be able to go together, but somehow Mystic Falls managed. It was like the melting pot of the supernatural and the small town world and it was truly fascinating. Some people openly accepted the supernatural world, whether because they themselves had been thrust into it or were close to people who had. Some seemed almost hesitant to accept it. Some preferred to carry on with their every day lives while living in denial. And still, there were some who were truly oblivious to what was happening around them. Elijah had been so busy studying the patrons of the Grill that he wouldn’t have really noticed the busboy if he hadn’t continued to keep looking at him. 

There was definitely something different about the kid, something supernatural. He wasn’t a vampire, that much was obvious by the steady beat of his heart. He didn’t hold himself in the way most witches seemed to, which narrowed down the options to a werewolf.  When he wasn’t being overly obvious by looking at him, Elijah watched as he moved from table to table, surprised by this boy. He’d thought he’d figured out who all of the wolves were in town a month or so ago in an attempt to track Klaus’s actions better but clearly he’d missed one. Elijah wondered if he was triggered or not. Then again, there was always the off chance that Elijah got this completely wrong and he wasn’t anything.  When the busboy went to the back, presumably because he was done with his shift, Elijah left the money for his bill and left, heading outside. It couldn’t hurt to look into this kid a little more, could it? Especially since a triggered werewolf was practically Klaus bait at this point. He didn’t end up following him for long before he noticed that Elijah, or someone, was there and Elijah figured there wasn’t any harm in actually talking to him. Appearing behind him, he couldn’t help but give the slightest of smiles when he asked if Elijah was going to kill him. “Are there often attempts on your life while walking down the middle of the side walk?” he asked.

(Source: thenegotiators)

Things had been quiet. Elijah assumed they’d been quiet anyway. Then again, he’d been somewhat of a recluse since the whole Ball incident. With everything that had happened, his family felt even more disjointed than it had when half of them had been dead and in coffins. At least then he knew where they were and what they were or weren’t up to. Though, he felt slightly bad for thinking that. But at least then he could pretend that if everyone had been alive and moving, that they’d be a family again. And the fantasy was much better than the reality. Finn had fled before anyone had even had a chance to see him, apparently. Kol was…doing whatever it was Kol did. He was being surprisingly well behaved, however, which Elijah found a little odd. Then again, it was hard to tell what sort of behavior was or wasn’t odd after a century in a coffin. 

He had hoped that once Klaus got over Elijah being undaggered, that Rebekah would be more willing to spend time with him without the threat of Klaus looming over either of their heads. But he had yet to really have an opportunity to spend much time with his sister. Even Niklaus had been unusually distant lately. The whole family had been quiet and that definitely wasn’t a word that was used to describe the Mikaelsons very often. Or ever, really. The whole situation was unsettling and Elijah wasn’t sure how he felt about it. 

And then there was the issue of what to do with his time. He felt restless. For nearly a thousand years, he’d always been busy with some sort of task, whether he’d created it for himself or was assigned it by Niklaus. And now he had nothing. They weren’t going to get rid of Nik any time soon and Elijah was still uneasy about the thought of killing him anyway. Did he want to stop the Hybrids from being made? Certainly. But what option did he have to accomplish that? Nik couldn’t be stopped. Not with Mikael gone. Not with that stake gone. This was how things were going to be for a while and there was little he nor anyone else could to change it at this point. 

After over a thousand years, Elijah’s time was finally his own. His thoughts and worries no longer belonged to a daggered family that he couldn’t get to. He could go anywhere he wanted, finally live a life of his own. Though, he truly didn’t know where he wanted to go or what he wanted to do. He’d promised a tour of the world to Lexi, a promise he planned on keeping if she was still interested. But Lexi was staying in Mystic Falls for the time being. She’d made it very clear that her sole concern was helping Stefan and he admired her dedication to her friend. 

If he was going to stay in Mystic Falls for any extra time, he supposed he should try to focus on his family, what was left of them anyway. If they weren’t going to take the initiative to seek one another out, then he would gladly take the lead when it came to trying to reunite them. It wasn’t as if he could drive them any further apart than they already were.

mikaelsonkkol:

I don’t believe so. But he was being particularly evasive—and Bekah was little to no help at all as well—so I suppose you or I could get the answer out of him if necessary.

Rebekah’s loyalties seem to skew slightly when it comes to him. Still, there’s a chance she doesn’t know either. You might have a better shot of getting it out of him than myself. I’ve more than burned any bridges that existed between the two of us. 

mikaelsonkkol:

Where is Finn, by the way?

Either still in his coffin or….who knows, really. Do we even know if Salvatore undaggered the both of you? 

mikaelsonkkol:

Small wonders as to why you were Mother’s favorite.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We all know Finn was her favorite. 

mikaelsonkkol:

I gave plenty of people a chance with more courtesy than necessary and I get Klaus’s errors thrown right back in my face. Needless to say, politeness is a waste of time.

Quick to judge, perhaps, but often correctly assumed in the first place.

I’m not sure I see the logic in living up to people’s low expectations of you based off of Niklaus when you could instead choose to prove them wrong,  but then again, I’ve always taken different approaches to these situations than the rest of you. 

mikaelsonkkol:

I have manners. I simply utilize them on only those worthy of my attention. 

How will you know who’s worthy if you never give them a chance before you’re rude to them?  Everyone in this family is always so quick to judge .