Disclaimer: I do not own Elijah or any elements from the Vampire Diaries/the Originals. I do, however, own my OC Eternity and any elements from my up and coming novel. Please review! I'd appreciate it a lot! Thanks and happy reading!
Author's Note: This fic is a rewrite of the fic 'Love is Madness'. I made the decision to remove it from my roster of on going fics, as I felt it was subpar and that I could do better. So, here it is, the new version of that same story, for those whom have been following 'Love is Madness'. So, welcome to 'Love Me Apocalyptic'. Enjoy!
She haunted him - a woman from a distant era of his past.
She was everywhere he looked, especially in the past few days, with her brilliant shining grace drawing his attention to the illusion of her apparition. She wasn't there. Not really. She couldn't be - an impossibility.
Then one night, the flesh and blood version of her had come to him, while it rained harshly outside.
Elijah Mikealson had been taking a moment alone at Rousseau's, after some family drama that had taken it's emotional toll on him - the love triangle between Niklaus, Hayley, and himself. He had Hayley for himself, but had lost her to his brother Niklaus. Apparently, her feelings of cooperative co-parenting where Hope was concerned had developed into more - into a deep love neither of them could refuse or deny. Therefore he was drinking away his sorrows of lost love, when the shimmering flash of white had caught his eye.
He had been surprised to see her there, looking as lovely as always. She was dressed in a short mini sweater dress that clung to her curves perfectly. It was casual, but not overly so. Her ankle length white hair was partially tied back, while the remainder hung loosely around her, showing off the creamy expansion of her neck and displaying her silvery hoop earrings. She wore heels to accommodate her short height, making her shapely legs seem longer.
Her sapphire eyes were as piercing as Elijah remembered, in their ability to see through another, see everything there was to know about them. Her plush rose pink lips smirked at him, as if daring him to make a move toward her as she stood near the entryway.
Every man and woman in the bar stopped to stare at her in wonder and in lust. Even Elijah found himself affected, but that wasn't a surprise to him. He knew well the kind of effect she had on others, but none was he more aware of than the one she had upon him. He wanted her like no other and she had only just arrived - both at the bar and back into his life.
And she was back in his life. Why else would she be there than to be a part of his life in some fashion? If not for that reason, then she wouldn't have been there at all.
Wonderful, he thought with bitter amusement as he downed the bourbon Camille had given him.
Then she made a move toward him, when she saw that he wasn't about to come near her; though it wasn't because he didn't want to. He did. His body was drawn to hers automatically. In fact, it had taken everything not to reach for her as she neared him at the bar, where he sat perched upon a chair.
"Hello Elijah," she greeted him boldly with a mysterious and not entirely pleasant smile.
"Eternity," he replied curtly. "What do you want?"
Eternity's grin only widened, "Is that how you choose greet me, after not seeing me for a century and a half? Surely, you are not still cross with me, because of the past. I had thought you would have moved on after all this time."
Another drink was put in front of him by one of Camille's fellow bartenders to whom he nodded thanks to, before saying to the stunning woman beside him, "I have not forgiven you as of yet nor do I know if I ever will. You did betray me and mine when you nearly killed my brothers, of whom you had claimed to care for."
"Pity that you remain bitter," she shrugged. "Although, in all honesty, it is not you that I seek anyhow. I actually only came to ask you if you knew where I might find your wayward siblings. Well, in truth, only one. Niklaus? I have urgent business I must attend to concerning the hybrid. So if you'd be so kind as to point me in the right direction, I'll excuse myself and let you carry on drowning your sorrows."
The cryptic way Eternity spoke set Elijah on protective edge toward his brother. He couldn't trust her, not after what she had done in the past to jeopardize his family's continued existence. Anyone who dared to threaten his loved ones was an enemy and would remain so until they proved otherwise or were executed. The latter was impossible. Therefore, in Eternity's case, it was to be the former.
In calm, cool rage, he turned on her deftly, despite the fact that the drink was making him hazy.
He grabbed hold of her and sped away to the rooftop of a near by building, pushed her violently into the protruding wall of the roof exit and holding her there with his hand pressed against her collarbone. She didn't make a sound as he did this nor did she flinch. She only stared with the vaguest hint of amusement in her sapphire gaze as she waited for him to speak.
The cold heavy rain fell down upon them in big drops as they stared at each other. It soaked Elijah through his suit and dripped from his head, trailing down the exposed skin of his face and neck.
The water from the sky soaked through Eternity's dress, making it cling to her more provocatively and turning the fabric transparent. The sight of the water trailing almost teasingly down her neck and into her cleavage did nothing to quell his raging lust - his automatic reaction to this ethereal work of art he held in his grasp.
"I do not know what you want with Niklaus, but I do know you won't be going near him," Elijah growled venomously, as he resisted the urge to fist her hair, pull her nearer to him, and kiss her hungrily. "I'll descend upon you before you ever dare to get close. Nobody hurts my family and gets away with it. Nobody."
Eternity was unimpressed by his threat. In fact, she outright laughed, "Oh, I should laugh myself sick! What are you really going to do, Elijah? What can you? I am beyond you in every way. You are no match. Therefore, your threats and intimidations are meaningless. Though, if I could be permitted to explain, I would tell you -."
Angered further and weak willed, Elijah silenced her with a needy kiss, before he growled in a combination of anger and sexual frustration. "You mouthy little vixen," he muttered, his face near hers and his hand moved to wrap securely around her throat to hold her still.
She gazed at him, surprised and lustful.
The temptation was too great, he realized, and he wasn't in the right mind to care about his lack of self control. He wanted her. So, he would have her.
Elijah's mouth descended upon Eternity's with all the heated passion he had in him, and she accepted his kiss without resistance. Clinging to him, her hands fisted into the soaked fabric of his suit jacket sleeves as they kissed passionately in the monsoon around them. His tongue dove into her mouth to taste her, something he hadn't been able to do in over a century.
The memories of that joyous time in his life that he had thought had been buried came flooding back to him. He loved it. He hated it. He wanted to experience that happiness again. He wanted to bury it six feet under. Joy and nostalgia mixed when to war with his bitterness and anger, as he lifted Eternity up so that her legs were wrapped securely around his waist. His hand dipped between her legs to find her bare heat, dripping with her own desire for him.
Elijah groaned into her mouth at the feeling of his fingers sliding inside, her slick walls clinging to them as he began to thrust his two digits in and out of her depths. He remembered her body well and knew exactly how to touch Eternity in order to drive her mad with want. He kept his pace steady, rubbing his thumb over her clit as his fingers moved.
It wasn't long before she was writhing, her hips moving in time with his fingers, until she was nearly ready to fall over the edge, which he denied her by pulling his hand away. He smirked evilly at her groan of disappointment, then kissing her lips sweetly, as he quickly reached down to undo his pants one handedly - an easy task for one as experienced as he was.
Once he released himself, Elijah did not hesitate in slamming into her body without mercy. That first thrust erased Eternity's disappointment immediately, taking her by pleasant surprise. She clung to him even tighter as he began to move swiftly, setting a punishing pace as his mouth latched onto the column of her throat, suckling and bitting the flesh there. He reveled in the sensation of being joined with her. It was exquisite, it was divine. It fulled his warring emotions, driving him on.
"Elijah," Eternity was soon panting in his ear as one of her hands cupped the back of his head, while the other clutched his shoulder. "More! Please, more!"
Not one to disappoint, the Original did as the lady wished. His thrusts turned brutal as their passion climbed to new heights, until she was practically screaming into the rainy night air. The blinding need that had come over him was so great that Elijah knew he wouldn't last long. Not that it mattered. This was all lust, passion, and blind fury; a quick romp to quell the maddening want he still possessed for the woman he was riding unforgivingly.
Then the end came. Eternity's walls clamped down on him as her whole body seized, triggering his own release. Instinctively, his vampire visage came forth and his fangs sank into the pale woman's neck as he spilled into her, causing her to orgasm a second time. Her walls, which had slackened around him the quakes ceased from her first orgasm, gripped his still hard cock all over again as she once more shouted into the night. All the while, Eternity let him feed from him as she pleased, both knowing he couldn't kill her.
Her sweet, almost candy flavored blood filled his mouth and he savored it. He drank heartily, addicted to the taste and the increase in power and strength the magical crimson liquid affirmed him.
God, how he had missed it. Missed her...
With that last thought, Elijah was brought back to his senses and immediately he pulled away from Eternity completely, as if he had been burned. She had to act fast and catch herself before she fell to the ground, slumping awkwardly against the wall as she stared at him in confused wonder. He gazed back at her disturbed and appalled by how easily he had lost control over himself, how badly he wanted to give to old feelings.
Without a word, he straightened himself until there wasn't any indication that he had just had his way with the ethereal beauty before him. It was as if he was erasing their encounter, pretending it hadn't happened at all. Then with one final glance at Eternity, he sped away to somewhere safely away from her.
Little did Elijah understand then that there would never be a safe place for him to escape to. As he would soon find out, Eternity had returned for a purpose. So it would seemed that she wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.
She was here to stay.
To Be Continued...