|Eʟɪᴊᴀʜ Mɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ (honourable) wrote in themandalay,|
@ 2017-06-06 23:55:00
|Entry tags:||elijah mikaelson, hayley marshall|
Elijah had been awake for less than half a hour, but he was not pleased at the predicament that he now found himself in. Las Vegas had always been a vile and deplorable place, much more Kol's style than his own, but he was now apparently stuck here. The prospect did not thrill him. The only upside to the situation was that some of his own family were here, at least; Niklaus, Hayley and Hope. There were others too, namely Caroline Forbes from Mystic Falls, but he had not seen her in several years and it was irrelevant at this moment.
What was relevant to Elijah at this moment was finding Hayley. It had been a long time since he had seen her, several years at least, and his initial reunion with her had been stolen by who or whatever had brought him forcibly to this place. He was not going to let anything else interfere with this second chance to reunite with her, even if he had to rip peoples' hearts out of their chests.
He found the room that belonged to Hayley just down the hall from his own room, the number she'd given him displayed on the door. In another situation, he might have knocked and announced himself, but she knew he was coming and he wasn't willing to wait another moment. He pushed the door open with his hand, following its swift movement into the room and letting it close with equal force behind him.
His gaze found her in the room quickly; the growing sensation of anticipation in the air almost felt like he was holding his breath. "Hayley," he exhaled, the single word hanging in the space between them, allowing himself a moment to just look at her again.