Between Dreams and Reality

A/N:Okay, this is an Elejah fic that takes place after 2x08. I'm working on the plot but this is its first chapter. This was originally my English assignment with editing and I'm glad I didn't post this a week ago because my teacher looked online to see if I'd plagiarised anyone….or myself xD. Anyway enjoy and please review? They make me happy

I awoke to find I had left my window open again. A small breeze wafted over me and I shivered from the cold. I rose gracefully from my bed and walked over to the source of the wind, my feet catching on my pyjama pants. I was fully prepared to shut the window when I heard a noise. I looked out to find a man standing below my room. He smiles ruefully at me and it takes me a second to realise he's holding a dozen white roses. I smile back and whisper words that come to me almost automatically.

"You shouldn't be here, what if Jeremy caught you?" He chuckles.

"I couldn't resist, I had to see you. It's a risk I'm willing to take." He holds out his arms to me. "Come out, fair maiden, or I shall come in after you" I look behind me before sprinting to the front door. I open it slowly, being sure I don't make a sound, though I know no-one will follow me. I turn to find him at the bottom of the stairs and I can't seem to close the door quickly enough. I take small, silent steps, taking great care not to trip. I realise that I have forgotten shoes but it doesn't matter as the night is warm. As I reach the bottom he takes me into his arms and kisses me tenderly. I laugh at his antics and he smiles at my laugh.

"You look beautiful" He murmurs into my ear and I shiver; only this time it's not from the cold.

"Thank you" I whisper breathlessly and look up at the sky, away from his captivating eyes. I see a crescent moon and there's not a cloud in the sky. He steps back and takes my hand, bowing his head slightly.

"Would you like to dance, Miss Gilbert?" I accept his offered hand with a smile. He spins me slowly and I laugh softly. He grasps my waist with one hand, and supports my wrist with the other. He is gentle but I find strength in his embrace. We start to move slowly, turning in small circles. He spins me and I fake a yawn. He looks affronted and I giggle.

"Am I boring you, Miss Gilbert? Well I shall have to do something about that won't I?" He lifts me up and I squeal. He smirks as he spins me quickly and then dips me, catching me with one hand on my back and one tangled in my hair. I start to snigger before he clamps a hand over my mouth.

"You must learn to be quiet. Who knows who is watching?"

"Oh, yes, because everybody likes to convene across the road at 2 o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday. Our whole neighbourhood does it" He rolls his eyes at my cynicism and I smirk at him. He sets us both down on the concrete driveway before kissing me passionately. The sensation isn't new to me, but I feel breathless every time.

"Finally she stops talking" I smack his arm lightly.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me again!" As always, he obliges.

"Elena!" I groggily open my eyes to find Jeremy standing over me looking concerned. "Thank god you're awake! You were thrashing around like crazy and screaming and i-" Wait, screaming? Oh that must have been when we were dancing! I shake my head and laugh.

"I'm okay, Jer, thanks for checking up on me." He nods gruffly before leaving me alone with my thoughts. I think back to my dream, and my mystery man. He has featured in my dreams for several weeks now, since I was taken by Rose, but I can never figure out who it is. It must be Stefan, because there's no-one else who I like. Well there's Damon, but I doubt he would be so gentle. It could be Tyler; mystery man had almost the same hair, except a little longer, with piercing eyes…

"No" I say aloud to myself. I love Stefan, and mystery man or not that isn't going to change. A knock at my door startles me. I turn to find its Jeremy again.

"Hey, Stefan's waiting downstairs for you. " I smile at the thought and hurry to my closet. 10 minutes later I'm descending the stairs with wavy hair that I couldn't be bothered straightening. I spot Stefan at the bottom and rush into his arms. He smiles and mouths "Hey" before kissing me fiercely. I was expecting the rush I normally get, but today it never came. Instead I pulled back, feeling almost ashamed. Stefan looked at me and cocked an eyebrow.

"You okay, Elena?" I tried to smile reassuringly but it came out as more of a grimace. Instead I faked a yawn and told him I was tired. He seemed to believe me as we walked out of the house and down to his car. He opened the door for me as usual but the car ride to his house was silent. I started to think some more about my dream, but I stopped because I was reminded that Stefan was with me as he put his hand on my knee. I had an urge to brush it off but I suppressed it. We arrived at the Salvatore boarding house a while later to find that Damon was gone. Stefan turned to me with a wicked smile on his face.

"We have the house to ourselves, Elena. How about we have some fun?" He smiled at me cheekily and I tried to hide the fact that I was crying inside. I nodded quickly to hide my true feelings and he started to kiss me passionately as we climbed the stairs. We moved our way into his room and fell onto the bed. He shed my clothes quickly and I tried not to wince when I saw his drop on top of mine. He started to move down my body and I whimpered. He grinned as he thought it was from pleasure when in reality I was dying inside. It felt so wrong, I thought I loved Stefan. I feared that if I continued to think about it, I would cry, so i switch off and begin to dream.

I find myself in a room that looks like mine. Someone enters behind me and I turn. I look up into his eyes and he smiles.

"What are you thinking about?" he comes closer and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You" I whisper automatically, as if it's the most obvious answer in the world. His smile broadens. "What are you thinking about?"

"You" he murmurs into the shell of my ear and I shudder. He kisses me and I can feel every ounce of his passion coursing through my veins, weakening me. I feel like I know him, and though I shouldn't feel safe with him, I do. I deepen the kiss and he steps back.

"We shouldn't" he sighs but I know he's only saying that to save my dignity. I dive back in for another kiss and he pushes my chest away.

"Elena, please" he's begging now, I know it's only a matter of time before he'll succumb to me. I place my hands on either side of his face and kiss him soundly again, hoping, praying that he won't refuse me. He pulls back once more and my heart falls.

"Are you sure?" he whispers after a pause. I can only smile and nod my head. He wastes no time in stripping me bare, my body acting of its own accord as I unbutton his shirt. Unable to move, he lifts me up and positions me down on my bed, a heavy sense of euphoria washing over me as he kisses me all over and whispers sweet nothings in the shell of my ear. I moan aloud as he goes steady then quicken his pace. I mumble incoherently and he kisses my forehead. Suddenly I cry out, the sheer intensity of the moment becoming too much as I come undone.

"ELIJAH!" I scream and he collapses on top of me.

"ELENA!" Stefan cries out and I can feel he is close. He rubs my sensitive nub and I fall over the edge, screaming.

"ELIJAH!" I moan as I come undone. As I come down from my high I peek at Stefan, praying that he didn't notice my slip, but he is too engrossed in his orgasm to care. Once he is spent, I quickly dive off him. I make a lame excuse that I need to use the lavatory and run towards the stairs. I find Stefan's shirt near the lounge room and slip that on before running out the door. I contemplate running home when I spy Damon and Andie pulling up. I watch as Damon goes inside and Andie hangs back looking for her purse. When I'm sure that neither Salvatore will hear me I creep over to her.

"Hey, Andie" She jumps before turning to me.

"Good God Elena, you scared me. Wow, err, that's a nice shirt." She chuckles slightly and I shush her. She gives me a strange look and I sigh.

"Andie, can you please do me a favour?" She nods. "I need you to drive me home without telling Stefan or Damon." She looks confused before finally relenting. I jump quickly into her car and urge her to hurry up.

"Okay missy, you have some explaining to do!" I really wish I could tell her but I fear that if Damon compels her he will find out everything. Instead I tell her that Damon teases me after Stefan and I 'Do the Dirty' and I didn't feel like dealing with Damon. I text Bonnie and Caroline to meet me at my place and turned off my phone so Stefan can't get a hold of me. I almost felt bad for leaving, but after screaming Elijah's name, I couldn't face him. As I arrived home I thanked Andie and raced up into my room. I was almost to my door when Jenna came out.

"Hey, Elena, I'm glad I caught you-wow that's an interesting shirt?" I blushed as Jenna wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. I start to feel sick thinking about what just happened. Thankfully Jenna continued.

"So, a few guys from the Historical Society are meeting at the grill tonight and we've both been invited. Yeah, I know, not the highlight of my life either but at least one of them is really cute." I smile at Jenna's antics. I suppose it couldn't hurt to be a little more involved with my family history. I agree before humouring Jenna and asking the man's name is.

"Okay, so it's a little old school but so is he. He's super sweet and really hot, like the kind of 'I-make-steel-melt' hot and he is a little younger than me but that doesn't matter right? I mean I'm totally not interested since I'm going out with Ric but I doesn't hurt to look-" I laugh at her ramblings and tell her to give me his goddamn name already.

"Alright, alright, his name is Elijah .Oh and wear something pretty!" She concludes before flouncing downstairs. I stand there in shock before returning to my room on autopilot, thoughts racing through my mind. "His name is Elijah." "I couldn't resist, I had to see you". "You must learn to be quiet. Who knows who is watching?" "What are you thinking about?" "You" "Elena, please" "Are you sure?" "A few guys from the Historical Society are meeting at the grill tonight" "His name is Elijah"

I scream unconsciously and I hear footsteps coming toward me, but I drown them out. Someone picks me up off the floor while another one tries to talk to me, but I can't hear anything other than his name or see anything other than his face. I feel like I might collapse from the sheer intensity of his gaze and I wish I could stop looking. I want him to be real, but I wish he'd never entered my dreams in the first place. I wish he didn't haunt me, but I'll surely die if he leaves. I'm so engrossed I don't even register Damon and Stefan arriving and screaming at me to wake up. All I can feel is him. Elijah. He's my perfect nightmare. So I stop fighting and let his power engulf me and carry me down to hell.