temps perdu (elijah/klaus)
It’s usually on nights when the moon is nothing but a thin, bent silver line on the vast blackness of the sky that Elijah watches the grains of sand run backwards in the hourglass of his mind. Half a millennia easily crossed. Fleeting like human heartbeat.
As he slowly pushes his fangs into milky-white skin he remembers intense eyes watching him over the freshly drained body of the always smiling village maiden Rosemarie had been once upon a time.
But he does not allow himself the weakness to miss sharing compelled humans with Klaus. Nor the intimate touches that followed.
Nothing could make him forsake the path he has chosen but even so he will not forget that for him too there was a time before Katerina.