Reincarnated as Elijah Mikaelson: A Power Beyond Klaus

Chapter 2: A New Elijah

Waking up felt like swimming through molasses, every sensation coming alive in slow, deliberate waves. The softness of silk sheets, the faint hum of a chandelier, the subtle scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air—it was overwhelming and alien all at once.

Then he saw the mirror.

The man staring back at him was regal, flawless, and every bit the refined Original vampire he'd admired from his couch. The sharp cheekbones, piercing gaze, and immaculately styled hair were unmistakable.

Elijah Mikaelson.

Panic flared, but it quickly subsided, replaced by an eerie calm. This is real. This is happening. Memories of his previous life flickered like a half-remembered dream, blending seamlessly with fragments of Elijah's life. He knew enough to navigate this world, but the gaps in his memory left him treading carefully.

Sitting up, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, testing his body. He felt powerful, like every muscle was coiled and ready to strike. The hunger in his throat was sharp, insistent, but not uncontrollable.

"Well, at least I inherited the man's self-restraint. Small mercies."

Before he could gather his thoughts, the door creaked open. Klaus entered, his familiar swagger and sharp smirk instantly recognizable.

"Brother," Klaus said, his voice dripping with mock warmth, "you seem unusually contemplative today. Something troubling you?"

Elijah—or whoever he was now—offered a faint smile. "Not at all, Niklaus. Merely... reflecting."

Klaus narrowed his eyes, suspicion flickering across his features. "Hm. See that it doesn't interfere with our business. We have much to do."

As Klaus left, Elijah released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Right. No pressure. Just step into one of the most chaotic supernatural families in existence and pretend everything's normal. Easy."

Rising to his feet, he adjusted his suit, marveling at how natural it felt. He glanced at his reflection one last time before heading for the door.

It was time to play his part—and maybe, just maybe, change the game.

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