Title: The Elixir That Renews
Author: Toriblue aka Grace_prsure
Rating: M - It's a safe bet that every part of this story is going to have mature content.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
(part 1 of ?)
Consider this an AU that takes place five years in the future. To protect her loved ones, Elena leaves Mystic Falls after the events of episode 3.15. We'll just pretend there weren't any extra Original-killing stakes. The interaction between Elena and the rest of the Originals may seem a bit OC but try to keep in mind that she's spent five years in their presence. She's developed a certain comfort level with all of them (even Klaus).
This fic is in response to a VD kink prompt. The challenge was for Elijah to experience pon farr. For those of you who aren't familiar... "In Star Trek, pon farr is a psychophysical condition affecting Vulcans, in which Vulcan males and females go into heat every seven years, going into a blood fever, becoming violent, and finally dying if they do not mate with someone with whom they are empathically bonded." I just couldn't resist stripping Elijah of his control. For the sake of this story, Originals (only) experience this condition every 100 years.
FYI, Klaus doesn't explain to Elena that Elijah will die if the mating isn't completed. In Klaus's mind, there isn't any reason to explain that fact to Elena because it's a foregone conclusion that Elijah will complete the mating. Also, he doesn't want to give Elena an 'out' ...let her pretend she gave in just to save Elijah's life.
"Passion is the elixir that renews" - Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
"Have you ever seen Animal Planet?" This discussion isn't going quite as he had planned. He thought he had explained the situation in terms a human could understand but Elena seems less than enlightened.
"Elijah won't hurt me!" Even after all they've done to each other, she still can't bring herself to question his honor.
"He won't have a choice in the matter." What part of 'biological imperative' did she not comprehend? They've been circling each other for years. Elijah won't be able to resist claiming her.
He tilts his head - notes the rigidity of her spine ... wonders if he should continue wasting his time. She's a spunky little thing ...he'll give her that. He knows that Elijah will give her infinitely more. He would enjoy being a fly on that particular wall.
"He'll hurt you and he'll love every minute of it." She's shaking now but he's sharp enough to read the signs. Fear and excitement - two such similar emotions. She's so tempting with her soft cheeks and liquid eyes. His brother will defile every inch - nothing left but soft cheeks and liquid eyes.
She looks confused when he hands her the dagger. "If you catch him off guard, you may have a chance." Then the horror comes.
Her palms sting from the bite of her own nails. "Elijah has the control of a Tibetan monk." There - better - she sounds calm. Not at all like she wants to gouge his eyes out with a spoon.
He'll never understand this girl. He vividly remembers what it was like to press his erection against her ass - the way her neck gave way under his teeth. Sucking her down...her own blood filling his cock. How can she still be this naive about vampires?
"You can either stab him or fuck him ...your choice, Love." This kindness is for Elijah. He knows she won't use the dagger. That might mean something to his brother ...after ...
This conversation is ridiculous! She's so angry she's practically panting. "Elijah isn't even attracted to me!"
Well, this is a twist. The fact that Elijah turns into a giddy school boy (a sight that provides endless entertainment for him and his siblings) whenever she's within 20 yards has somehow failed to register with Little Miss Oblivious. Where exactly has she been for the last five years?
"Elena, you may be the goddess of his idolatry but he still wants to bend you over furniture." She's as red as a yet-to-be-plucked strawberry but beneath the very obvious embarrassment, he detects something more promising.
Her arousal is a heady distraction but it's one he can't afford. He's indestructible but that doesn't mean Elijah couldn't make him pray for death. Elijah would gut him like a catfish for even considering the possibilities.
"Just try not to get killed." Will Elijah turn her? Does it even matter? His army is thriving. If his brother wants to keep her ...maybe this could be a flag of truce.
Three hours later, she's still trying to figure out why Klaus bothered to warn her. Even more distracting is the question of why Klaus is so sure that Elijah will be drawn to her. She doesn't doubt he was being honest regarding Elijah's condition. She just can't convince herself that she'll be the object of Elijah's fixation. In the six years they've known each other, Elijah's never given the slightest hint that he was interested in pursuing anything physical with her.
She's seen him around other women. He's confident and flirty - casually charming. If he had wanted her, she's honest enough to admit (at least to herself) that he could've seduced her with ridiculously little effort.
She's worried for him. She knows how much Elijah values his control. When Klaus began describing the changes Elijah would suffer through, she immediately started to panic. Elijah is her rock ...her truest friend. She would not survive the loss of him.
She wishes she still felt the righteous indignation that had shielded her during their confrontation. It was much easier to argue with Klaus than to contemplate how she will react to a feral Elijah. Will he even recognize her while he's in pursuit of this other woman? Unbelievable pain accompanies that thought. Elijah has always seen her. Until now, she'd never realized just how much she has come to rely on his unwavering regard.
If she was smart, the knife would be tucked under her pillow or at least within easy reach. Earlier, her hand had tingled when she touched the blade...making it obvious that magic was used to forge it. It wouldn't kill him but it would undoubtedly slow him down. She just can't fool herself into believing that she will ever use it. Even if she was the one that he wanted, she knows that violence would be the very last response she had to an amorous Elijah. Until he claims his mate and regains his equilibrium, she'll just have to avoid him.
In the land of dreams, there are slices of time - pockets of clarity to which he tries *and fails* to cling. The man struggles to form the letters of her name - like a warning - the animal rifles through images and scents...dark hair ...swollen lips...rewinding the past - replacing innocent memories with darker delights.
The dress had been ivory. It fell to her ankles in soft folds of silk. The top tied around her neck - halter style - leaving her back completely exposed. When she danced, the slit on her left leg shifted - exposing far more skin than she probably realized.
He had spent all night grinding his teeth. Counting - 8 men - 16 arms holding her - If he had the ability to hide his feelings, he'd be the one pressing his body against those dangerous curves. If it had ever even existed, the time when he could casually touch her and then walk away - it had long since passed. Dancing was strictly prohibited.
He had quickly left the room before she could make her way over to his side. Her intentions had been clear but he could not afford to partner her. She'd always had far too much faith in his control.
The dress had been ivory. It fell to her ankles in soft folds of silk. The top tied around her neck - halter style - leaving her back completely exposed. When she danced, the slit on her left leg shifted - exposing far more skin than she probably realized.
8 men - their screams filling the air -16 arms - soundly ripped off. The feel of her breasts crushed against his chest - her total disregard of the carnage - he twirls her around the floor.
He quickly guides her to an empty room - allows her to spin away only long enough to lock the door. The convenient placement of the couch - the easy give of the cushions - The way her legs spread as she falls.
He awakens at the sound of his brother's entrance. From the look on Niklaus face, he can tell immediately that he's not going to like what he's about to hear.
Niklaus calmly explains that the chains will be removed in 8 days - the precise moment when full immersion occurs. He then proceeds to describe - in great detail - how she smelled during their meeting - her desire to be touched.
"Brother, you'll be doing that girl a favor. She's obviously never been fucked properly."
Elijah internally swears, as soon as this is all over - he'll make Klaus eat his own tongue. "You know I can't be allowed near her!" His hands instinctively pull against the restraints at the thought of having access to Elena's body. He'd barter his own soul for the chance to drown in her flesh - but he won't trade her life. Even if Elena consented to sex, that wouldn't be enough to satisfy the hunger.
"I'd turn her ...I wouldn't be able to stop!" It's imperative that Niklaus understands the risk.
"Good ...it's about time you stopped treating her like a piece of Riedel."
As always, trusting Niklaus had been a mistake. It had just never occurred to him that they would be at cross purposes when it came to Elena's safety. Niklaus needed her alive ...human ...at least, that's what he had believed.
Lying about his condition is futile but he has to at least make the attempt. "It doesn't have to be Elena." He'd happily fuck and drain a thousand women before allowing Elena to fall under his fangs.
"Your body isn't going to accept a substitute - not after finding Elena." The words fall between them - loaded and deadly.
"I'd rather die." He would. The thought of Elena hating him for the rest of eternity - there would be no greater hell.
"Yes, well ...I would rather you didn't." There is no mockery in Niklaus words. His brother has no intention of allowing him to die - with honor or otherwise.
"Please!" This is the first time he's ever begged his brother for anything. Elena's life is worth far more than his pride.
"Elijah ...the girl's in love with you. Stop whining and enjoy it." After shooting him a final look of disgust, Klaus exits as abruptly as he had entered.
TO BE CONTINUED