*Elena, Should I Be Concerned?*

Set in 3x14, begins when Elena and Elijah have their champagne glasses.
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Anyway, from the rooftops of London it was...wait. Just kidding! That's Mary Poppins.


Chapter One: Warning

"Elena? Should I be concerned about my mother's intentions?" Elena looked away from Elijah and noticed Esther smiling at her, as if she knew exactly what Elijah was asking and Elena wouldn't tell him the truth at least until after the ritual was complete. Elena then spied an approaching waiter and stopped him. She gave her companion a warning glance and asked the waiter to hold their glasses. The young man quickly complied and patiently held their glasses as he glanced around the room. "Trust me," she muttered as she quickly turned before slipping her arms around his neck and placing her lips upon his. He silently complied and played along, cupping her face with one hand and gripping her waist with the other. "Don't drink," she murmured against his mouth before pulling away to retrieve their glasses and dismiss the waiter. The tapping of a glass echoed through the great hallway and Elijah turned to face his mother as she called for a toast. Heeding Elena's warning as he turned back toward her, he then pretended to drink.

Once the elaborate ball, and her fight with Damon, were over, Elena immediately drove home. When she entered her bedroom, as expected, Elijah sat in usual place by the window.
He had closed the curtains and dimmed the lights as to not be seen. Elena walked over to her vanity and began removing her jewelry. She studied Elijah's appearance through the mirror; his tie was gone, the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was staring at her. Elena met his eyes for a moment and she quickly looked down, focusing on placing her earrings in the proper box. When she leaned back up, she jerked. Elijah was standing right behind her. He smiled slightly at her clear flinch and reached up to gently remove the pins from her hair. "For what reason did she need to speak with you in private?" he calmly asked for the second time that evening. Once all the pins were free, he stepped away and allowed her to slowly turn to face him. She looked up at him as he gestured for her to begin her tale.

Once it finished, Elena braced herself for a great reaction, but there wasn't one. Where she expected violence and anger, there was only loss and resignation. Unbeknownst to his siblings, Elijah had eventually given up on his hopes of reuniting his family to be as they were. His hopes were crushed again and again each time Niklaus would dagger their siblings. But this, this was too much. Elijah turned away from Elena and returned to his seat by the window. Elena cautiously moved to keel in front of him. "Elijah," she whispered with sympathy, "I am so sorry." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "They are not bonded, so I know that they will be safe tonight," he said quietly. "I will make this revelation known to my other siblings in the morning. I cannot face them tonight knowing that this false reunion will become a bloodbath." Elena gently placed her hands on his cheeks and his eyes opened slowly to stare deeply into hers.

"You can stay here tonight," she said. "If anyone comes looking for you, this is the last place they would ever think to check. You would be kinda safe here." Elijah took another deep breath and gave her another smile. "You, sweet Elena, are too kind for your own good," he said, aghast with how she was acting toward him. "First by warning me of the blood in the champagne, now by offering your home to me as a type of temporary sanctuary." Elijah was utterly appalled by how compassionate she truly was to him at the moment. He wanted to savor the heartwarming contact. Despite the misfortunes forced upon her by himself and his family, she still found it somewhere inside of her to trust him. He gave her a slight grin and took her hands in his. He stood, pulling her up with him, and said, "Come. I highly doubt you'll be wanting to sleep in that corset." Elena smirked mischievously at him and replied, "Why, Mr.
Mikaelson, if i didn't know any better I would say you're trying to get me out of my clothes."

Elijah smirked playfully, something that he absolutely had never been since his time with a human Katerina. "And if I am?" he asked in a husky, seductive tone. The entire atmosphere of the room changed. "What are you to do to defend yourself?" He slowly stalked toward her, his inner beast figuratively jumping for joy when she stepped backward. He advance upon her until she had backed herself into a corner, literally. He placed one hand by her head on the wall and the other brushed the hair away from her throat before settling on the crook of her neck.
He bent and began leaving trails of light kisses and small, seductive nips along the skin of her throat. He smirked when he smelled her sudden arousal. "A mere human girl against an Original who's lived for a millenia. I would say that the odds are hardly in your favor." Elena trembled as Elijah slowly ran his tongue up and down her carotid artery. Elena had no idea when this game of seduction began, but she knew that it was a game that she was losing.

"Eli...jah," she whispered breathlessly. "Yes, lovely?" he asked between he assault on her neck. His hands had relocated themselves to rapidly changing places on her body. He had wrapped his hand from the wall around her waist and it moved repeatedly with his ministrations. The other had slid down the front of her body to brush his fingers along the swells of her breasts. He heard her struggling to form words and smirked. That meant the inner monster's plan was working. "W-what if I was okay with th-that?"she asked timidly, her question ending in a sharp gasp.
He had begun teasing her, scraping his fangs over her skin lightly. "Then I would tell you that you only need to do one thing for me," he replied calmly. He pulled away and heard her little whimper of protest. He grinned at the confused look on her face and leaned forward to lightly brush his lips over hers. "Finish playing this game with me."


And...that's the first chapter. Hope you guys liked it. If not, oh well. This isn't your story. It's mine. You know the drill. Read and Review, no flames, next chapter will be up if I get at least one review. BTW, it's the first story, so be nice.