So I went to see Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 a while ago, and liked the empath idea, so I kind of got my inspiration from there (so it's not a crossover or anything, and Evangeline doesn't have antennas...). And I've always liked Elijah, so I figured, why not put the two together :) Super short prologue, but I've got more material that I'm working on so the chapters will be longer.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries.

''One can be he master of

what one does, but never

of what one feels.''

Gustave Flaubert

I had felt it. This... this itch. It was as if my subconscious had been reaching out, trying to touch her – trying to help. I think I was too young to understand, but I remember wanting to make my mothers sobbing stop. And when I touched her – I did.

I was five the first time it happened. My father had just passed away, and my mother couldn't understand why she felt so peaceful all of a sudden. Until a pattern emerged.

The second time, I was seven. I had been angry with a friend at school; and in the midst of an argument I pushed her. In all honesty it hadn't been a push, actually more of a tap. Nevertheless, it wasn't the tap, or push as she called it, that made her cry – it was what I wanted her to feel. She wouldn't stop crying for a whole day. As said, it wasn't more than a mere touch, but children can be quite sensitive so no one got suspicious.

It was when I was eleven that my mother sat me down and straight out asked me if I knew what was going on with me. It'd been after yet another passing of a family member. My grandmother's death had left my mother in a sobbing mess for days and days. One night, when I had gone to bed, I couldn't sleep because of how her cries pierced the thins walls of our house. I'd crept out from under my covers and went into her room. I'd found her curled up crying on the edge of her bed, still in her day clothes. And I had touched her. And she'd stopped crying. And then I went back to bed. The morning after, she'd sat down next to me at breakfast, looked me in the eyes, and asked.

I told her the truth. I didn't know. I had no idea how I could do the things I did. She'd reached out her arm and said: ''Can you make me happy?'' I'd looked at her as if she was crazy. She'd repeated herself, and I'd touched her. Nothing had happened. She'd urged me to do it again. I'd tried focusing that time, and without even digging too deep a funny thing that happened at school popped into my mind. My thoughts and focus had been interrupted by laughter. My mothers' laughter.

Over the years since then, my mother and I had conducted similar experiments. I don't know what I am. I don't know how I got this ability. All I know is that I... I can take pain away from people. I can make them cry and I can make them laugh. I can calm them down and rile them up. I can make people... feel.