This is just a random idea I had and I thought I'd write it down. I hope you like it!

Chapter 1: Giving in

1993

Elijah strolled through the streets of Cambridge; he hadn't been to England in a long time. It was seven years to the millennium and he could feel his urges building up. He could hear the blood pumping through the passers as he tried to stay calm at rush hour. He sat at a café in 'student town' as he watched young hopefuls tore through their revision books. The caffeine didn't even touch his urges, he had to let loose. If you cage the beast, it'll get mad and escape. He thought to himself. He sighed as he finished his tea and left a tip.

Walking through the streets he began to hunt for the perfect human to devour. Only one in over three hundred years. What harm would it do? The monster within was clawing to get out, this was the only way to tame it again.

He singled out a young woman: no older than 23. Her hair was dark brown and filled with curls, her baggy blouse was shoved into her light blue jeans. She walked at pace through the oncoming crowds, Elijah kept his distance but watched her closely. As she reached the end of the path she hopped into a white mini, she was greeted rudely by the driver. Elijah kept close behind and followed them to what he presumed to be their home. As they stepped out of the car the woman's face was filled with misery and pure anger.

"How could you leave her alone John!" She barged past him and into the house. The front door slammed and the house filled with screams and curses. Elijah moved closer to the house so he could hear his supper.

"It's not even mine you whore! Whose is it?" The cries were from the woman

"Don't call her 'it'! And I never cheated on you! I HATE YOU!" Elijah could hear things being thrown around the room, he began to feel the buzz before the kill. He was knocking on the door when his conscience began to niggle in his brain. These are innocent people Elijah.

The man named John answered the door with a snarl; he turned to the woman and began to curse her name as he looked at her pacing the room.

"Is this him?!" Elijah rolled his eyes before compelling the man to let him enter. He then removed his jacket and pulled up his sleeves. He wasn't a messy eater but he didn't was to risk ruining his jacket.

"Who are you?" John stepped to close for his comfort. I guess she can wait.

"I'm sorry" These words were the only thing his humanity could come up with. All he wanted to do was feed and then get the hell out! He wasn't like Kol and Klaus, playing with food was immoral and disgusting. The monster was ready to pounce; Elijah took a deep breath before he bared his fangs.

Plunging them into the pathetic man, he never felt so alive. To his surprise John fought back, elbowing his stomach the shocked man ran towards his screaming girlfriend. As he tried to protect her he smeared his blood across her. Her body began to tremble as Elijah stepped forward, visibly angry.

"Get the girl…" He whispered to her as Elijah ran towards him. The woman obliged and ran down the hallway and into another room. As Elijah drained the remaining life, his attention was drawn to the missing woman. He concentrated on his hearing and heard a heart beating rapidly. Following the smell of blood and fear it led him to a door.

He smashed against it, the wood splitting. As he entered the woman attacked him, slapping and scratching at his face. What was she protecting? Within a flash he held her hands behind her back, she continued to put up a fight but cried heavily.

"Please! I won't tell a soul!" If Elijah was himself he would've listened, but the monster ignored her pleas.

"Indeed…you won't" He pushed her curls away from her neck and sank his fangs into her. She screamed with frustration and with a final burst of energy she released her anger on him. He continued to drink as she elbowed, kicked stumped and spat at him. As the final drops entered his mouth the true Elijah fought his way back and caged the monster. Dropping the body he realized what he'd just done, he stepped back ashamed of himself. As the moments gone by re-entered his mind, he stood and stared as the barely breathing woman. She tried to crawl across the floor, with one last breath she murmured in sorrow.

"Lydia…" Her body became limp and Elijah's mind began to process the terror he'd just created. He had to cover it all up.

Running into the kitchen he opened the cutlery draw, pulling out a long kitchen knife he smeared some of the woman's blood on it and then placed it in John's hand. He went into the bathroom and cleaned off the blood that covered his face and hands. Looking through the various cupboards he grabbed a full whiskey bottle and sat on the leather sofa. He sighed to himself.

"If Klaus ever finds out…" He took a swig before palming his face. He remembered all the times he persecuted his younger brothers for being immoral monsters, if they ever found out they'd never let him live it down. Half way through the bottle he heard a faint heartbeat. He set the bottle down and walked close to the dead bodies, but it was coming from somewhere. Was it a pet? He walked back into the room where the woman lay lifeless. Concentrating harder he knew it was coming from this room. He opened the wardrobes and looked into bathroom that was attached. He froze and turned towards the double bed, stepping closer he heard the whimpers before the crying. Falling onto his knees he rested his head on the floor to investigate underneath.

He gasped and quickly stood up. Standing beside the wall he began to smack his head against it. Rubbing his temples the whimpers turned into full blown waling. He returned to the bed and carefully pulled out the source of the crying.

A baby no more than 3 months wriggled in his arms. He could tell it was a girl as her pyjamas were a pale pink with butterflies sown onto the front. Sitting on the bed he lightly shook the baby to comfort her. She stared into his deep brown eyes inquisitively; she had big blue eyes that shone brightly, as she stared her crying stopped and all he could hear was her soft breathing. She giggled and grasped at the air in front of her. Elijah looked down at the baby's dead mother, and decided to try and find the little girl's room.

To his surprise there was just a basic cot, no teddies, so paintings, nothing. Just a bag filled with baby clothes, nappies and bottles. Elijah sighed, even his siblings had better in the 10th century. He looked down at the happy little girl who was oblivious to the horror in the rest of the house. Her giggling and deep dimples panged at his heart, if he'd known he would never of even stepped foot inside the house. Laying her down into the cot he searched the house for a small suitcase or a large bag, luckily he found what he desired. Returning to the room he began to shove all her belongings into the suitcase. Looking towards her he smiled as she played with her feet. He roamed the rest of the house, looking to precious belongings and trinkets. He couldn't have an orphan not know where she came from. Pulling open draws he found pictures of all the family, grandparents, possible aunts and uncles, the lot. He threw them all into the bag below him. He grabbed anything and everything that could have personal wealth, diaries, jewellery and even a patched blanket. Standing back and looking at everything that was shoved into the bag, he knew it was ridiculous. Before he could return some of the stuff the little girl began to cry. He rushed into the room and picked her up.

"Shhh. It's ok" In truth it wasn't and Elijah knew he had to do something. Placing her in the car seat that lingered by the front door, he carried both the baby and the bag to his car that was parked near the house.

As he sat in the driver's seat, he knew he couldn't take her to the police. It'd be too suspicious, and he defiantly couldn't keep her. There was only one person he could even think about, he pulled out the latest craze. The mobile phone. And slowly dialled the numbers.

"Hello?"

"Hello Renay it's Elijah here" He rubbed his temple and then rested his hand on the baby's stomach.

"What's up? You're not having any trouble with Klaus again?"

"No, no. It very important and…embarrassing" As the baby gurgled he could sense Renay tense up

"Elijah Mikaelson what have you done?" He took a deep breath and looked into the little one's blue eyes.

"I've done a really bad thing…" He heard her sigh with sympathy over the phone.

"Ok. Come to my house and we'll talk about it"

"Thank you Renay. I don't know what I'd do without you" He hung up the phone and put the car in ignition. With a final sigh he began the short but long drive to his dear witch friend's house.

"When you said you did something bad I never thought this!" He felt like a child being scolded by its mother. She paced the room and frequently took glances over to the little girl who was snuggled in his arms.

"Do you know her name?" Elijah thought hard for a moment, remembering something.

"Lydia…" As she stirred in response Renay began to melt at her cuteness. She then shook her head to snap herself out of it.

"And what do you expect me to do?" He showed the answer on his face "Oh no! No, no, no!"

"Please! You're the only one I can trust and I know you'll look after her" She sighed and then plonked herself on her armchair.

"Look…I collected all the stuff from her house, baby things, photographs, anything that she can use when she gets older to connect her to her parents! Just please!" Elijah was desperate now. She looked down towards Lydia and then reluctantly nodded her head.

"Fine! But as my duty you have to suffer!"

"Agreed. Torture me and then I'll go" She shook her head and then sat forward in her seat.

"You have to be a part of her life" His eyes widened in response

"But that's the whole reason I'm leaving her with you!"

"Fine…Go find another witch who will help a vampire willingly. All it is Christmas and birthday cards, and occasional visits. It's for you more than her or me. She'll be a reminder of what you did today, and every time you see her smiley face gleaming up at you instead of her parents you'll promise yourself never to do it again " She was right, there was no other choice and she would be a reminder. After a long pause he then nodded, Renay couldn't be persuaded, she was the most stubborn witch he knew.

She smiled as he passed Lydia over into her arms; she giggled as Renay made funny noises and pulled faces. Before he left he took a final look towards the family he just created, he knew she always wanted a child and now she had one. He left without a sound and left them in peace.

Lydia was snuggled up on the sofa beside a teddy bear from Renay's childhood. As she slept peacefully Renay looked through the suitcase that Elijah had brought with him. The beautiful charm bracelets and baby bracelets reflected light from the sun that peeped through the gap in the shut curtains. She picked up one of the many photo albums and carefully looked through the recent pictures.

"Your mummy's very pretty little one" She shed a tear as a photo of mother and baby slid from the back; she picked it up and turned it over. There was scribbled and panicked writing on the back.

To my sweet and dearest Lydia-Willow Kingsley,

Whatever happens you must remember that I love you, and I will forever! And whatever you decide to be when you grow up, me and your father would be extremely proud of you. It brings tears to my eyes to know that I'll never see your first steps, hear your first words, buy your first school uniform or take you to your first day of school. We'll never discuss boys, or have the raging arguments about exams and you not doing your homework! I'll never see you get married or even see my grandchildren. But I'll relish in the joy and happiness that I have spent with you in 3 months, and the 9 months of you in my tummy! And even writing this now, your beautiful blue eyes looking up at me…

With all my heart

Mum xxxx

As she finished reading her heart dropped and tears poured down her face, she made a promise to herself. She would protect this baby with her life. Standing up she walked over to the fireplace where a picture frame sat. She removed the pathetic picture of her and her ex-boyfriend, and put the precious photo and note in it. She took a deep breath and put the frame onto the coffee table, she made herself another promise. She'd never forget that brave woman.