Author's Notes:

I have finally caught up on all the Vampire Diaries episodes. As I thought about it later, reflecting back on the series, I came to realize that I had quite a fondness and liking for Elijah and his character arch. And I'd be lying if I said Daniel Gillies' awesome portrayal and utter hotness didn't help sway my perception. So, my muse I long thought dead sprang back to life and here we are, me attempting my first fic in this neck-of-the-woods.

I'll admit I don't quite know where this is going yet, myself. This is just something I'm writing with little to no plot – a breather from my fictionpress story that is the exact opposite, possessing a very complex plot.

This is unbeta'd, so excuse the mistakes and if you catch any, let me know so I can try and fix it. Thank you in advance.

If you don't like the pairing Elijah/Elena then don't read. I don't want flames for non-canon when I already warned you. And if you read anyway and don't like it, well then you are seriously lacking logic.

RATED M: For language, violence, alcohol consumption (legal and illegal), possible illicit drug use, and graphic sexual situations. You've been warned now, so don't complain later if any of these things come up. And for those not of appropriate age (under 17) I recommend you heed this warning; I don't like the thought of corrupting young minds.

AU: Alternate Universe, you'll see what I mean after the first chapter or two if this doesn't give it away already.

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"I don't think about my legacy, if indeed, I have one."

Louis Farrakhan

Part I:

The sharp sound of glass shattering when it hit the ground seemed to echo. Shards of jagged ruby pieces littered the tiled kitchen floor, now the only remains of a century old family bowl. Despite having just destroyed her great-grandmother's wedding gift, Elena Gilbert was unable to bring herself to care. Her veins were thrumming with adrenaline; she was vaguely aware of a buzzing sound in her ears. Having her eyesight narrow due to the fight-or-flight response left only one thing for her to see, for her to be conscious of.

There standing just beyond the threshold of the opened door, silently waiting to be invited in, was the reminder of everything she wished to forget. For the past two months, she had been on the run: from her impending sacrifice, from a conniving psychotic lookalike, a vengeful ancient hybrid, and from him. Even as she fled and hid away, Elena had managed to keep the strangling ominous feeling of doom in the back of her mind. Until now. She did not want to face her fear or fate, not just yet. And still – in light of her attempt at distancing herself from everything and one involved – it came. He came.

"Elena," his cultured voice saying her name brought her back to the current moment, where she was standing in the middle of her kitchen-slash-dining room frozen to her spot out of shock and terror. "It's time we had our chat."

With just one sentence, the man had managed to instill the dread she had been so viciously fighting against. She could feel the taxing, debilitating claws of his words sink into her and loge there.

"No –" his voice, calm as ever, said when she twitched toward the back door "— you will stay your ground for once and listen."

Her voice caught in her throat, causing her articulation to falter in her reply. "I – I have nothing to say to you and I don't want to hear your excuse or reasoning."

"Elena, allow me the chance to explain," he stepped up to the door, leaning on his palms just outside the invisible boundary he could not cross, "Klaus is on a false trail . . . for now. We have time."

Elena shook her head, refusing to fall victim to more lies. The cliché saying, "Once bitten, twice shy," was fitting, on more than one level. She had let him in and trusted him, even after she knew the truth about what he was. He had taken something she gave blindly and unconditionally and abused it. The mistake would not be made twice.

"You were going to kill me – don't make that face! Whether it was by your hand or not, you still conspired to have me sacrificed, murdered, by your brother. Either way, you're just as guilty as Klaus." She spat the last statement in his face, an accusation she dared him to refute.

A twitch on the left side of his jaw was the only hint that she had pierced past his façade of indifference. His dark brown – nearly sable – eyes considered her with an intensity that used to make her blush.

"You know nothing," he stated coolly. "You know not of my intentions or desires, clearly."

Elena could not fight the shiver that ran up her spine when he said "desire" in his amalgamated accent of both old and new origins. Goosebumps blazed down her arms and along the back of her neck, causing the short hairs there to stand on end. Oh, she knew of his desires. It was only two months ago that they had been indulging themselves in the decadence of their combined passion. Just the memory of their last encounter had her flushing, her thighs rubbing together to fight off the wetness that appeared between them.

When she focused on him once more, she could have sworn that despite the distance between them and that his dark irises made it difficult to see them, his pupils were dilated. The flaring of his nostrils caught her attention and confirmed her suspicion. He scented her arousal.

"Elena," he crooned in a low register that dripped seduction, "invite me in."

And just like that, she snapped out of her lust induced haze. She may still have been new to the conscious world of vampires, but an idiot she was not.

"I think you can stay where you are for now. After all, aren't you the one that said never to invite a questionable person into my home? I think I'll take that advice you so helpfully gave me, Elijah."

The vampire pursed his lips, pausing to weigh her words.

"Fine. But as I'm sure you've come to know, I'm a patient man. I'll wait you out if I have to, you'll have to leave this be damned cabin eventually, sweetheart."