A/N: The Vampires Diaries and Elijah are not mine. I'm not connected to the show in any way nor am I making money from this story. I hope you enjoy it!
Elijah took another swallow of his whiskey, staring resignedly into his glass. He paid little attention to the other patrons in the seedy bar, though he could feel them staring at his designer suit, wondering why he wasn't at a stuffy gentleman's club with equally well-dressed, stuffy men. If they only knew what was really sitting ten feet from them.
Elijah's thoughts were as dark as the bar's lighting as he thought of the events that had unfolded during the previous days. Hundreds of years spent hating his brother for keeping him separated from their family only to have what should have been a joyous family reunion crushed by the revelation that his own mother wanted him and his siblings dead for being 'abominations'. How convenient for her to forget that we are abominations because of her actions, he thought wryly, swirling his alcohol. Finn's betrayal had been surprising and wounded deeply, but it was nothing compared to the heart-wrenching pain of being condemned to death by the woman who gave him life.
And Elena. Sweet-faced, lying Elena. She looked him right in the eyes while stabbing him in the back. What a fool he was to trust another Petrova doppelganger! He should have known better after what happened with Katerina but those soft brown eyes did him in every time. Elijah chuckled blackly. She's more like Katerina than she'll ever admit. He tossed back the last of his drink and motioned for a refill to accompany his ever-darkening thoughts when he was interrupted by a sultry voice in his ear. "Hi there, handsome."
Elijah turned to look at the source of the unwelcome intrusion. Perched on the stool next to him was a typical bar tramp, dressed in what barely qualified as clothing, hoping to find an easy target due to his inebriated state. His mouth opened automatically to decline her company when he stopped himself. Why should he continue to live by the strict moral code that had guided his every action for the past 1000 years? Why shouldn't he allow himself a breach in his normally impeccable conduct and take this woman to the alley behind the bar, fuck and drain her like an abomination would? It had been long enough since he had the pleasure of a woman, and he could never completely temper his constant desire for human blood. Elijah agreed to the ridiculous price she wanted for her services immediately, knowing full well that he would leave her broken body in the dumpster to be found by some unlucky bar employee taking out the trash after closing. He could hear his conscience screaming at him from a distance but he silenced it. If he was going to die for being an abomination, then he would damn well deserve it.
After all, when you know you're about to die, why not live a little?