#elijahc

Elijah, normally burdened by guilt from his past and even the promise to his family yo do whatever it took to keep them together, had no memory of who he was. Elijah Mikaelson was now Elijah Smith and already had plans to leave for Manosque, France in the morning. Still, he had found himself in New Orleans, a city of good food and better music. He couldn’t pass either of them up- he was starving. He was blissfully unaware of what he was and had been for a thousand years. His hunger grew though, and would soon not be able to ignore it. Still, he played a jazzy, up-beat tune, smiling as he had a joke in his mind had just reached the punchline.