Harry's PoV

Harry was in his room. It was the basement but it was his room. The house wasn't very big; it was the biggest on the street but since the Henderson's were not rich they lived in a beat-up neighborhood. He was listening to some music, pretty loud when his hearing caught something. He paused his music. This better be worth pausing MCR!' He thought to himself. He walked up the stairs and as he got to the top step the door was knocked at. 'At least they knocked and didn't just walk in.' Harry didn't want Elena's gang to walk in, he'd kill them on the spot- maybe not Jeremy they sometimes got high together. He got to the top of his stairs just as the door was knocked at, so not Elena, she would walk in, or Jeremy because he would text him instead of knocking. 'I'm not sure who else it would be. The Salvatore's don't come here because of what I am, Caroline is scared of us, Tyler doesn't want to be seen in this part of town and Matt is an acquaintance so we rarely talk- we nod to each other in the halls.' If he was being honest, he couldn't stand anyone of them when he wasn't high and when he was he just didn't care about anything, not that he cared anyway.

The knocking continued, "For fuck sake! I'm coming." He shouted, his British accent coming out clear. He only moved to mystic falls a few years ago, most of his family had British accents still. He refused to lose it, his accent being the only thing left of his father.

Harry reaches the door and the smell of the death coming from behind it. "Death can't fucking knock!" He mumbled. As he opened the door he was meet with a handsome man, Harry definitely wasn't checking him out. He was dressed in a suit, his jawline could cut your finger- Harry snapped himself out of his trance. "Hello, how can I help you?" Harry was trying to act like a normal human being, he may be a little high right now. When he was with his family or Save the Elena squad he didn't care, but his neighbors have already called the police and social services many times and he didn't need more. His family was the only thing he had going for him.

"Hello. I'm sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to bring this to your attention." As the (British) man was speaking he lifted a basket up. There was a baby laying in it fast asleep.

"For fuck sake," He whispered to himself. "Come in." He probably shouldn't have invited something that smelled that strong of death but Harry just guessed he was a vampire or very close to death, Harry didn't care if he got hurt but if his family did he'd kill this man, it didn't matter how pretty he was.

"I apologize that this may come off as rude but why was there a baby on your doorstep?" The man asked.

"My mother finds it funny," Harry said with a fake smile, picking the baby girl up from where she was laying in the basket. "Hello love." He smiled down at the child in his arms, "You might have to share my room, there isn't any room for you." As he was talking the baby opened her eyes, "beautiful." He whispered.

"She really is, do you have any ideas what to call her." The man said after a bit, he was surprised the man he was talking to a few seconds ago was now showing this much emotion.

"I only have 2 sisters so there are many names to pick from," Harry said. "I know this will be rude but I don't really care." The man smirked finding this amusing, "but what was a man like you walking down this street?"

"A man like me?" The still nameless man said.

"Yes you look well educated and you look rich, why would you come to this dump?" Harry had half an hour before his siblings got home so he wasn't worried.

"I was on a walk, my siblings were arguing about who had to go to school, it a lot different from England." The man said he didn't look like he was telling the truth.

"Yes I know I wouldn't be in school if I was still there. What are you?" Harry was blunt, that's who he was. He didn't care, he had no feelings for others expect his family.

The man looked shocked, maybe because of how blunt he was but he wasn't really bothered. When the children get home they will want to know why you can smell death around, he didn't want to worry the children.

"I'm Elijah to start with since it would be rude for you and me to continue and not know each other's names. And I am an original vampire." The man, Elijah said.

"Well hello, I'm Harry. I am a shapeshifter and a little extra. And I am telling you this because id like to be friends with you, I'm a psychopath." Harry said, he knew he was being straight forward but if he wasn't then this man may want something like the Save the Elena Squad. "May I ask what you can do that the other vampires can't?" He knew there had to be something different from them if he was one of the first.

"Since I'm an original I can't die, the stake that was the only thing that could kill me and my family, we burnt all the wood."

'He can't die!' And since he had no filter and was still a little high, "You can't die!" He obviously said it out loud.

Elijah laughed while nodding. He though to himself, 'This man is funny.'

"Why are you in mystic falls?" Harry asked after he had come back from the immortal part, 'most other vampires like to think they are more important because they can't die but they can! This dude can't!!'

"I was trying to save a girl from getting killed by my brother but I am now starting to change my mind," Elijah said, he didn't say the girl's name but Harry knew who he was talking about.

"You mean Elena?" Elijah nodded. "If I was you I wouldn't help her. All the Save the Elena Squad have tried to get my family to help but I know for a fact they don't care if others die, as long as there precious Elena survives."

"I don't want my brother to get what he wants. That is the only reason I'm doing it. I don't care if she survives."

"What does your brother want?" Harry needed to know, this was getting interesting.

"When we turned we found out our mother was not faithful to my father and the result of that was Niklaus. His first kill was when we found out, he became a hybrid. When our mother found out that her secret was out she wanted to fix it, she put a spell on him. The spell is more of a curse, it blocked his werewolf gene from coming through."

"How long has his werewolf gene been blocked?" Harry was starting to understand why this Niklaus was so hell-bent on breaking it.

"We are over 1000 years old." Harry was shocked. Not at how old they were but that this guy has gone so long not being himself, it was kind of sad. The baby had been awake for the whole conversation, laying in Harry's arms. Not making a sound. Harry kept glancing down and smiling at her.

"I kind of understand why he is so desperate to break it," Harry said. Elijah was kind of glad that he had someone to talk to about anything. "He hasn't been himself for 1000 and his own brother doesn't want to help him anymore."

"I just can't forgive him anymore. He has staked all of my family and I'm the only one left." Harry now knew the thing about his siblings arguing was a lie. "He has thrown them in the sea." Well, that was a shock.

"I doubt he has actually done that. If he is like me I'd do anything to protect my family. And I mean anything. So maybe he believes staking them is the best thing for them." The baby in his arms was playing with his fingers, for Elijah, it was an adorable sight.

Elijah was surprised. This man that he had just met gives the best advice. He was about to carry on the conversation when the door opened.

"Shit."

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Word count - 1388

Date published : 23/02/2020

Edited : 10/03/2022