Elena woke up with a start, leaping off the bed, her sweat ridden clothing and sheets sticking meekly to her delicate form, convulsing from complete terror.
Her breaths laboured, harshly inhaling and exhaling air desperately trying to regain her lost composer.
"It was only a dream." she whispered reassuringly to herself, such horrible nightmares only exist in fragmented detail, deep inside her damaged mind. More so broken at her current time frame. The stress of the Klaus saga and ordeals continues to completely screw her mental functioning.
If this eventuated into the future she convinced herself that she would check into the local asylum.
Elena brought a shaking hand up to her face to wipe the sweat beads streaming down her cheek, or were they tears? She didn't know. This had been occurring so frequently she didn't care anymore. In fact it had gotten so bad Stephen had even stopped spending the night by her side.
Elena sighed and fell back upon her bed, exhausted and desperate to have a good night sleep.
All that was left of the light in her eyes had gone, as Elena slowly drifted back into a peaceful unconsciousness.
"Elena." A familiar yet strange, deeply elegant voice whispered out in the darkness. Causing Elena to once again all too soon fling herself from her pillow.
"Stephen?" She sheepishly asked the darkness her voice faltering, easily giving away her horrified state, knowing down in her core it wasn't him, but someone that shouldn't be here.
The man chuckled darkly, as if he found the situation very amusing.
"Guess again Elena." The voice abruptly breathed out against her tempered neck causing microscopic hairs to stand on end. Elena froze unable to permit brain function, finally coming to her senses she snapped around and flung a pillow in the direction that the caressing air was produced but instead crashed into her bathroom door.
"Damn! Damon... this isn't funny." Elena called out warningly, squinting her eyes as she turned her head in an almost three-hundred-and-sixty degree action. Willing them to make out shapes in the complete dark.
"You shouldn't fight me Elena, because, you cannot beat me." The voice gently whispered from the shadows, sounding every bit laced with arrogance.
Elena could hear her desperate heart pounding feverishly against her rib cage, the sound reverberating in her ears. Causing her to hear nothing else in the dark, even if she strained herself it was all she heard. Almost positive the man could also hear her blood pumping through her fatigued body; completely certain it was what he was after.
Terrified, she decided in a spur of the moment to make a run for the kitchen. She knew the odds weren't exactly on her side, but the adrenaline started to take over her reasoning abilities. Elena sprung off her bed, throwing her sheets into the air, sprinting as fast as her human legs could take her towards the door.
The man was too fast, she had only successfully ran halfway across her floor when she was thrown heavily into a wall at the opposite end of the bedroom, creating a loud vibration through her room sending objects crashing down from near-by shelves.
The man pinned Elena there, arms at either side of her head trapping her, preventing an escape that she desperately wanted.
Elena felt the man shift her slightly; crushing her fragile figure impossibly closer into the wall, there was almost no space between the pair. The close proximity prevented her from breathing, intoxicating her with terror.
The shadow still cloaked the identity of the man holding Elena roughly to his body.
Elena knew deep down that any moment would be her last, her worst fears were being played out right before her eyes. Had Klaus really come to kidnap her for the sacrifice?
Suddenly she felt the man's icy breath brush against her tepid forehead as he began to breathe.
"I would not move if i was you, sweetheart." Warning Elena through nonverbal communication, breathing the words into her skin.
Slowly he leaned in and gently grazed his teeth against Elena's delicate neck, earning a startled gasp from the young girl.
Elena unconsciously arched her perplexed body up to the man, her cells refusing to listen to reason any more, acting completely on instinct, somehow this felt so right to Elena. Any second this unknown stranger who broke into her bedroom, frightened her, threw her into a wall and pinned her there, could easily end her life by swiftly sinking his fangs into her jugular.
And she didn't care.
A quite whimper escaped her lips as he withdrew his gliding teeth from her dainty neck.
"The beautiful doppelganger, Miss Elena Gilbert." he seductively drawled into her ear before lowering his lips once again to her throat, but this time placing chaste kisses alone her delicate skin. The man trailed the sweet kisses, eagerly roaming into yet unexplored areas, starting at her clavicle, continuing up to her jawline.
Then it hit her, she had been so absolutely distracted by this glorious stranger's actions, that she hadn't realised she knew exactly who it was all along. It had been so obvious, right in front of her this whole time. His smell, his voice, his body, everything.
The man reluctantly ceased kissing Elena and looked deeply upon her gaze, satisfied that she could only see a veil like glimpse of his features.
"Elena, say my name." he voiced huskily, snaking a muscular arm around her waist, curving her body perfectly into his.
"Elijah..." Elena breathed out his name, more like a question to her own ears, but to his masterful pair, were he could detect any slightest emotion, it was relief. It could be compared to molten gold, to hear his name roll off such sweet, taboo lips.
Elijah's ancient orb like eyes grew wide and dark with affection.
"Hello there." he kindly said to the girl lightly stroking her check with his soft finger, before capturing her lips into his.
Elijah's delectable lips parted from Elena's, after what seemed like the smallest conceivable unit of time, Elena all too eager to once again, be joined together in intimacy.
Elijah leaned gently against Elena's frame, placing his forehead upon her head.
He quietly began to mummer something inaudible into her hair, but lifted his head and then spoke his words clearer.
"Elena there's just one thing you must know."
Elena had lightly closed her eyes, over powered, every and all emotion washing through her, but nodded for Elijah to continue.
Elijah swiftly stepped back from Elena to cup her slender face with his hands, and guided her eyes to meet his.
Elijah's face suddenly contorted with dread as he spoke
"Elena, I need you to wake up."
"Wake up, I've been awake all this ti-"
Elena flung herself away from her bed, gasping desperately for air. She turned her head to take in her surrounding, it was morning the sunlight streamed brightly into her eyes, and her sheets had fallen messily around her bed.
"I was asleep..."
Elena got up slowly, sluggishly rubbing her dull head, still not completely aware of reality. She was inwardly depressed that her vivid dreams were not currently being experienced, but at the same time extremely relieved that she had not betrayed her true love Stefan.
Elena slumped her way over to her bathroom, still drunk from sleep, urgently needing a shower before school.
She stripped down, relived to rid herself of the sweaty clothing, and turned the hot faucet as far as it could possibly go.
Steam rose all throughout the small room, resembling a sauna more than a bathroom.
Elena stepped under the water stream, just a couple of degrees under scolding her skin, causing her normally olive complexion to severely redden for a couple of seconds
The water felt so wonderful against her tight, perspiring body. Relaxing every muscle that had been so tense.
The evaporated water particles crashed softly against her body, entering her pores and airways. Cleansing her inside, trying to erase the memories of her experience last night.
It took her conscious mind away from him for the smallest period of time. Memories of Elijah were gracefully dancing and twirling in the air, then fading away and disappearing into nothing, but her brain kept drawing little titbits of information for her to relive again, begging for her not to forget about the dream forever.
Elena stayed in her temporary heaven for an excessive amount of time, her fingertips resembling prunes.
Stepping out of the shower with a towel covering her lean, dripping frame she walked over to the counter. While wiping down the condensation covered mirror an object caught her attention out the corner of her eye.
Her mahogany orbs grew impossibly larger than natural as she turned her head to face it, realising what it was immediately, and what it meant for it to be in her bathroom.
Stifling a scream that turned into a gasp of terror she ghostly backed away from the object.
"NO! No!" she started shaking her head maniacally. "You...you shouldn't be here." Elena shrieked hoarsely at the inanimate object. "Y-y-you should be in Elijah's heart!" Her voice reaching an octave higher on the last syllable. Pointing her outstretched finger towards the ancient silver dagger, placed blade pointing directly at the shower on the marble counter-top. Her back harshly hit the shower as she reversed as far as physically possible from the haunting object, tumbling down onto the icy tiles. Curling her legs up to her chest attempting to feebly protecting her trembling body, fear continuously washing over her in mass waves.