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Light Years Apart

Elijah swallowed at the sight of the vein which pulsed with warm, delicious blood. He needed to control himself. The child before him, Davina, was not an option to sate his hunger.

"You are the one they call honorable." Elijah heard the girl calmly speaking to him. But he only registered her words peripherally. The forefront of his thoughts was occupied by his hunger and the need to suppress his basic desires to not harm her.

He stood behind an antique chair, his grip on it slightly tighter than it normally would have been. Elijah looked away from the pulsing vein and instead searched out her eyes before he could tempt himself further.

To Elijah's surprise what he saw was not the face of the young witch, there was someone completely different before him. The gorgeous woman only a few steps away from him looked at him with trust and a heart stopping warmth in her brown doe-eyes. It was impossible. She couldn't be here!

He realized that he must be hallucinating, seeing a face that wasn't the one actually before him, and sent a small smile to reassure Davina.

When asleep he dreamed of HER. Now that he was awake his hunger prevented him from easily dismissing the image from his mind, even though he knew that his vision was not reality.

No matter, he thought to himself, then answered the girl before him. His answer came a lot slower than it normally would as he struggled to regain his grip on the real world.

"Yes. That's what they call me." For only a second he looked down from her face, trying to see the actual girl before him, not the woman he desired so much.

Finally! He saw Davina, not his hunger-induced illusion, and almost sighed in relief. Elijah continued the conversation,so tentatively started, with much greater ease . He needed to tread very carefully with the young witch, thus he decided that honesty was needed if he wanted to achieve his goals.

"And yet, I followed my brother here to New Orleans to engage in a war." Elijah felt that he was able to completely control himself.

"So I ask you," He released the chair and walked around it to sit down elegantly on it. "does that sound honorable to you?" His action had a dual purpose. On one hand people always felt much more comfortable in his presence if they were able to look down on him while speaking and not up. Secondly, while sitting it was much easier to disguise how tense he was.

"You don't look well." The girl said, rather flippantly. She was very confident that if necessary she could best him. To some degree the girl's naiveté entertained Elijah, but a greater part of him was irritated by her behavior.

In the next moment the vision returned, he could only see HER again. She was not much older than Davina when they first met. Yet, her experiences and her awareness of her vulnerability in the supernatural world made her much more mature. He had never seen her as a young girl, only as a beautiful young woman who, with time, would become magnificent.

Elijah forcefully shoved the image to the back of his mind. He had to concentrate on the girl before him, not on a woman far away from his reach. Davina needed a little reminder that a hungry vampire is a very dangerous creature. If she wanted to live a long life she shouldn't be this careless around one, even though she was a powerful witch.

"Well, only this morning, I had a mystical dagger embedded in my chest." Elijah said, concealing his irritation at the girl's self-satisfied smile. "So I would say I am holding myself together quite well."

But Elijah was aware that he needed the girl's cooperation. She was the most important piece of the puzzle in this war.

"Davina, I believe that you and I have the power to end a war between witches and vampires before it truly begins," Elijah leaned forward as he tried to convince the girl. "I by keeping my brother in line, and you by behaving as your true self. Not some tool for Marcel or the witches."

Her expression and body language told Elijah that he had caught her interest. The hope for freedom to do as one wishes was always a powerful motivator in a negotiation; he could offer her this.

"And why should I trust you?" Davina asked him. Elijah was pleased that they were already at this point. She didn't questioned his ability to deliver whatever she could ask of him. Also, she proved that she wanted to be her own person, not some weapon the two sides fought for.

"Well, for one thing, in spite of a ravenous hunger I have not tried to take your blood." Elijah stated. He was sure she knew how much this meant, as she currently lived by rules set by a vampire.

"Why not? I'm the only one here." Again she spoke in that same flippant, slightly provoking tone. Now, Elijah understood. This was Davina's test of trust, if she should continue speaking with him or do something more drastic about his presence.

Again his vision shifted. Elijah wasn't seeing Davina anymore, instead he saw HER. She tested him too, but she asked for something he wasn't willing to initially give. Trying to get back to reality, he stared at a spot on the floor in front of him. As long as he saw her, he wanted to go to her, touch her, feel her soft body in his arms. Elijah concentrated on dispelling his fantasy by answering Davina's question.

"Even in my present condition, I would not feed from a child." It worked, the vision of HER retreated and Davina again stood before him.

The girl took a sharp ended thin metal object and came closer to him, until she was directly in front of him. Elijah knew immediately what she was planning and it sent his mind spinning again. As Davina pierced one of her fingers and pulled away the needle-like object with a drop of blood on it, Elijah could only see HER.

He couldn't even count the times he had dreamed of HER offering him HER sacred blood. He was aware that particular dream would never become a reality. He slowly reached out for Davina and gently touched her wrist directing the blood into his mouth.

No longer able to fight the fantasy, Elijah decided to indulge himself, just for a moment. He let his imagination have free reign as he visualised what he would do to HER, if she had been the one here with him, instead of Davina. The imagined scenario was vivid in his mind.

- o - o - o -

Elijah brought up his other hand and slowly took the needle from her hand to let it drop on the floor. Gently he took both her delicate hands in his larger ones and looked into her eyes while he lifted them to his lips. After kissing each of them he stood and placed her delicate hands on his chest while his framed her face.

At her smile, Elijah leaned down and finally kissed her. After a moment she opened her mouth to him as his tongue licked her lips asking for entrance. As she gave a soft moan and melted against him Elijah embraced her even tighter and started to kiss her with unrestrained passion.

Elijah moved his hand from her face into her long silky brunette tresses and pulled slightly. Without further prompting she exposed her neck even more to his hungry gaze. Elijah latched onto it, licking, sucking and biting with blunt human teeth; lavishing her with sinful delights he had her writhing and moaning senselessly against him in seconds.

Elijah lifted her up in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist immediately. As he carried her towards the bed they didn't break the wild kissing even for a moment.

He gently laid her down on the soft mattress. She was a goddess and he'd worship her like one, show her bliss. Sheer, excruciating ecstasy, until she could only think of her want of him.

- o - o - o -

Davina observed the Original vampire's every reaction. He was fascinating. She had never met someone like him. But as her hand moved closer to him, she saw his expression completely change. And the change wasn't because of the small drop of blood coming closer to his mouth.

His lips parted and the hunger in his eyes ceased to be for her blood. Davina had never seen lust like this, at least not directed toward her. For a moment her heart stuttered at his smoldering gaze, then she realized that the vampire before her was seeing someone else. The emotion in his eyes wasn't for her.

Davina had to suppress a shiver at the feel of his fingers gently touching her wrist, directing the blood to his lips. He didn't lick it off; he just let the needle touch his lips. He hesitated a moment before letting her wrist go with a final, barely noticeable caress.

When it was all over she was intrigued. Who could it be that the Original fantasised about touching this way?

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