Fandom/s: The Vampire Diaries

Title: Heart of Ice/Soul of Fire

Description: Elijah Mikaelson is back, but he is gone. He isn't the honourable Original that Elena Gilbert knew. Not anymore. And he wants her to join him in the darkness, but she doesn't want to. She can't...

Pairings: I can only guarantee Elijah/Elena at the moment.

Main Characters: At this time I am only sure of Elijah Mikaelson, Elena Gilbert.

Rating: T for language, violence and some sexual situations (may change)

Author: ElejahMikaelson.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own the Vampire Diaries or any of the characters in this story, I do however own the plot.
When Elena woke up, the back of her head felt like it had been split open, the pain radiated from the left outwards; making her brain sluggish and slow as she tried to figure out what had happened last night and where she was now.

She swallowed thickly and looked around the room she was in; it was pitch black and, from the feel of it, concrete. She tried to stand but felt something pull on her wrists. She cried out at the harsh sting of the vervain burning on her skin and fell back onto the floor.

When her eyesight began to adjust she could just about make out the shape of a doorframe on the wall opposite her. She could now see the shackles around her wrists and the heavy chains attached to them. Smaller chains were placed around her ankles.

She tugged at the shackles by her feet, hissing when they also burned her hands.

"Hey! You can't do this!" She pulled at the chains again as she yelled. "Oi! You can't leave me down here! Who the hell are you?"

She screeched when the door opposite her opened and the lights were turned on. The sudden brightness burnt her sensitive eyes and her hands flew up to shield them from the harsh rays.

"Do be a dear and be quiet Elena, it is way too early for your yelling right now."

Elena knew that voice.

When her eyes adjusted she saw all the proof she needed of who was opposite her.

"Elijah?"

Her voice was a small whisper and she could feel her body tremble as she looked at the eldest Original. Then she remembered.
Elena said goodbye to Caroline outside the Grill and headed down the same route she always took to get home. When she reached the alley she felt the presence of someone following her, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she quickened her pace.

Suddenly she saw someone appear in front of her. She jumped back and let out a small yell, her hand over her heart, before she recognised the man in front of her and smiled at him.

"Elijah! You scared me!" Suddenly a thought crossed her mind and her brow furrowed. "What are you doing in Mystic Falls? I thought you were with Klaus, in New Orleans?"

"I was, yes. Then I decided that a small trip was in order." There was something calculating and predatory in his gaze and she didn't see any of the usual softness that was normally present when he looked at her.

"Are you okay Elijah? You seem…different." His smile was almost sinister and lacked the usual kindness that she had loved to see when he was still around.

"I was wondering if you would notice. My half-brother didn't realise anything was amiss until my hand was already in his chest cavity." Elena was unable to supress the small gasp and she skittered back a step. "Don't worry yourself, lovely Elena, Niklaus's heart will have re-grown by now."

Elena's lips parted and she stared at the Original in front of her in pure shock and astonishment.

"Don't look so surprised Elena. After all, it was you whom I conspired with to kill my brother."

"What do you want from me Elijah? Are you here to kill me too?" Yet again he was only a few inches from her body and he gently brushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she took a shaky breath. "Come now Elena, Niklaus isn't actually dead. Besides, I've always liked you, why would I kill you?"

She chose to ignore his statement and asked her first question again. "What do you want from me?"

"I'm curious about some things." Elena tilted her head in confusion and her brow furrowed. "That's all? You're just curious?" He hummed in confirmation and continued playing with the lock of hair wrapped around his finger; she realised it was her coloured piece of hair.

"Are you afraid of me Elena?" Her eyes searched the Originals face for a second before she slowly shook her head. "No."

"Do you trust me Elena?" She searched his eyes for a second longer than she had before and she nodded slowly. "Yes."

He smirked at her darkly. "You should be careful who you trust Elena." Her brow furrowed.

The last thing she heard was the sickening sound of her neck snapping.
"What are you doing Elijah? Why are you doing this to me?" The Original crouched in front of her and fingered the same lock of hair he had before he had broken her neck. "I told you Elena; I'm curious." Her breath was shaking and she could feel her body trembling as he continued to play with her hair.

"What did you do Elijah? Why are you acting like this? What's gotten into you?" Elijah smirked at her and brushed his thumb over her cheek, tilting his head at her. "You should know Elena. You have done the same rather recently if I recall..." Realisation dawned on her and her eyes widened.

"You turned it off…"

Her voice was quiet (a whisper really) and he nodded in confirmation. "I did."

"Why?" He shook his head quickly and shrugged a little. "I thought you were dead Elena. I was stupid enough to let myself fall in love and then I thought you were dead." Elena's mouth fell open at the revelation and she stared at the man in front of her in awe. "But that doesn't matter anymore, does it Elena? Because I don't feel anything anymore, I don't care anymore."

Elena swallowed thickly and shook her head slightly. "I-I didn't-" He put his finger over her lips and nodded. "I know. I didn't want you to know. I had hoped you would be able to live a normal human life, at first. When you turned I had hoped you would at least ask for my help; that you would want my help." He chuckled to himself and shook his head. "How stupid was that? I actually thought you gave a damn about me!"

"I d-" His hand wrapped around her throat and he put some pressure on her windpipe. "Don't lie to me Elena!" He bellowed right in her face and she shrieked, attempting to scuttle away but only hitting the concrete wall behind her.

Elijah smirked at her fear and, with one hand, pulled her legs down from where she had tucked them up against her chest. He straddled her legs; his knees on either side of her hips and grinned at her wolfishly. "Do you still trust me now Elena?" She didn't answer and he tightened his hand around her throat; cutting off the majority of her air supply. She gasped and flailed in his hold. "Answer me when I ask you a question, Elena." His hand loosened enough for her to answer and she took a deep breath.

"It-it's different now. You-you're different. You don't care about anything anymore." He bent his face closer to hers and hissed in her ear. "Answer the question Elena, stop deflecting. If I gave you my word on something, right now, would you trust me?"

She shook her head slowly, feeling her eyes beginning to water. "No. I-I wouldn't." He hummed appreciatively and moved back to look at her again. "Now there is the truth."

"Elijah please-"

"Are you afraid of me Elena?" He cut over her plea, ignoring her words. "No." Elijah chuckled and shook his head. "Stop lying to me Elena; you're completely transparent sweetheart; I can see right through you. Are you afraid of me?"

"No. I'm not lying to you, I swear!" He tilted his head at her. "Then what are you afraid of? Because you are lying to me right now."

"I'm afraid for you." Elijah smirked at her and twirled the hair on his finger. "Afraid for me?" She nodded vehemently. "Yes! Because I know that, when you turn it back on, you are going to regret everything you've done. Heavens knows I did and you will too! I don't want that for you Elijah."

Elena stared into his eyes imploringly. "I regret everything I did when I had my switch flipped! Everything! I killed people, I hurt you. And I regret every moment of it!" His large hand tightened around her slender throat as he completely cut off her oxygen supply.

"Enough! I will not have you trying to flip my switch for me."

Elijah's voice was a low hiss and Elena flailed in the vampires grip, her small hands came up in an attempt to pry his large, coarse hand from her throat.

He chuckled at her pitiful attempts. "I am much stronger than you Elena. You cannot fight me off."

For the first time ever Elena watched in fascination as the veins under Elijah's eyes darkened and raised and his sharp fangs elongated, she noticed with - some curiosity - that they were longer than hers. He bared them at her (not threateningly, just in a display of his power) and she squirmed in his hold. He was still straddling her hips and the hand around her throat moved and fisted in her hair.

Elijah pulled her head to the side and he bared her neck to his gaze. His fangs grazed the column of her neck and she shuddered against him.

"I just want a taste; you always smell so delectable darling. It's such a tease, you have no idea how many times I have wished I could skin my fangs into you." Elena whimpered and tried to move away, but, even if she could somehow get his hand from her hair, he was still straddling her hips. She couldn't go anywhere if she tried.

"Don't worry yourself my sweet; it won't hurt; in fact you will only learn how pleasurable blood sharing can really be." He purred in her ear before he began suckling on the skin on her neck.

"Elijah, you-you're not yourself. Stop it…please."

"Shhh…" He didn't remove his lips from her neck as he continued to raise her blood to the surface of her skin. "It's okay." She shivered upon feeling his lips move against her neck as he spoke. His tongue flicked out over her skin before his fangs pierced her neck (more gentle than she expected from him, he was acting rather bipolar without his emotions though so maybe she should have expected it) and he began taking slow, leisurely pulls of her blood.

She let out a small whimper at the feeling of his fangs in her throat. His free arm moved to her back and he pulled her body even closer to his. Her chest was pressed as close to his as could be and he could feel every shiver that ran through her body as he continued to feed from her.

His hand drifted to the small of her back and crept under her shirt. Elijah moved his hand to her chest and he cupped her breast through the fabric of her bra. The Original slowly massaged her breast, as he did he released his grasp on her brunette locks and that hand slid down to mimic its brother. He ground his pelvis into hers and revelled in her responding whimper.

The younger vampire could feel her life force waning as Elijah continued to take large gulps of her rich blood. He groaned against her throat – her blood was unlike anything he had ever tasted before; it was how he imagined ambrosia would taste.

The Original could feel Elena's life slipping away from her as he drank her exquisite blood but he didn't care, he would stop before he drained her (maybe). His hands continued to massage her most sensitive spots and her breaths were coming shorter as she lost energy and was pleasured simultaneously. She slumped in his hold as he continued to pleasure her body in ways she'd never imagined could be pleasurable and she reached her peak (how was that even possible? He hadn't even done anything).

She saw her vision gradually go blotchy and she could feel herself slipping away. She murmured his name, so quietly and slurred that it sounded like a wordless mumble. When he had almost drained her dry he pulled his fangs from her throat. He lapped at the small drops of blood (not really existent at all) that leaked from her wounds until her they closed, several minutes later. Her vampiric healing finally kicking in – his fangs had prevented the wounds closing up until that point and her blood loss was the reason it took so long after he was finished. His hands remained over her chest and her head fell forward onto his shoulder – her exhaustion rendering her unable to keep her head up and alert.

"See Elena? It's not all bad is it?"

He murmured into the crook of her pale neck and, almost lovingly, stroked the hair on the top of her head as she rested on his shoulder. "We could be so good together, all you have to do is turn it off Elena. Join me." His voice was low and enticing, pleading for her to turn it off and join him in the darkness.

It took her a moment but she finally managed to gather the strength to reply.

"I…can't…Elijah. I-I…won't…do…that to…myself. Not again…" She heard him growl (felt it rumble in his chest) and she felt him thread his fingers in her hair, then he yanked her head from his shoulder so she was looking at him again. He snarled at her.

"I could compel you, you know?" His vice was harsh and he glared at her. She stared back, eyes half shut.

"But…you won't." He smirked at her. "Quite right; I won't. Because I want you to know that this was your choice. I want you to know that you were not forced to join me. Because you will change your mind."

Elena shook her head as much as was possible with her limited energy. "I will never…join you…on this, Elijah. You have…to understand."

"Oh, I understand all right." He sneered at her. "I'm not good enough for you am I? I'm not one of your precious Salvatore's so I'm not good enough for you. I have come down here and I have tried to get along with you. I could have tied you up down here and bled you dry, a lot more painful than this I assure you, and I could have compelled you to do anything. Hell, I could have killed you the second I saw you last night!" He spoke through clenched teeth and his veins had become prominent again as he grew more agitated with her. His hand tightened in her hair and she let out a sharp gasp in pain.

"You ungrateful, little bitch!"

Then he slammed her head into the concrete behind her. She gasped, his face contorted into a snarl, she felt blood soaking the back of her head and then she passed out (again).