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!
Warning: This fic is pure, unadulterated smut! You have been warned!
Elijah Mikaelson paced back and forth in the common room of the Mikaelson compound. He was worried, nearing a panic.
His wife, Eternity Mikaelson, had gone out that morning, according to Hayley, whom had witnessed her leaving the compound. More like sneak out. She hadn't told anyone where she was going or for how long. She had simply vanished.
Now, Elijah wouldn't have been so worried if she had only been gone an hour or two, but night had fallen upon New Orleans, meaning his lady had been gone all day! It was more than worrisome, it was downright terrifying. Lately, there had been a number of enemies from beyond the stars gunning for Eternity, seeking her demise.
On her last mission, of which Elijah had bore witness to, she had defeated a big time demon boss who's followers were a vengeful bunch and would not rest until the murderer of their king had been brought to justice. Eternity's status as their Universal Queen didn't matter. They only wanted blood - her blood.
The Original knew his bride could handle herself against her enemies, but they had encountered this particular bunch of demon gangsters on one occasion that had left the ethereal beauty exhausted and half dead by the end of the battle. It had worried Elijah then too, as he had never seen her like that before. After that, he had made her promise him that if she went out, she was either not to go alone or to tell someone where she was going. She had agreed, but it seemed she had broken that promise when she left that morning without a word to anyone.
This left Elijah to pace and worry, pace and worry.
Freya entered the common room with Hayley and her husband, Elijah's brother, Niklaus. They all looked as concerned as he was.
"I tried to do a locator spell, the strongest one I could possibly find," Elijah's older sister told him reluctantly, "but I couldn't find her. Unfortunately, Eternity is of a different magic, a different energy. She cannot be found by mortal magic. I'm sorry, Elijah."
He couldn't say he was surprised by this news as he had figured as much. He knew that the Mikealson witch would fail, but smiled softly at his sister in thanks anyway. Then he carried on pacing, while the others watched helplessly. He tried to think of a way to find her, as there had to be a way, but his mind was too rattled to think clearly. She could be anywhere, captured, hurt, or...dead.
Suddenly, Niklaus approached him, placing his hands upon Elijah's shoulders. He looked him dead in the eye and said, "Brother, you need to calm yourself and then you need to focus."
He sighed defeatedly, "Niklaus, how can I? She could -."
"You and Eternity have a connection of mystical proportions," his little brother interjected gently. "If you calm yourself and concentrate, perhaps that connection will lead you to her location, allowing you to find her, wherever she might be. Either you can try that or else remain here and go slowly mad with worry."
Elijah sighed again, but this time, it was less defeated. Maybe his brother was on to something. Perhaps if he did concentrate, acted like an otherworldly immortal, he could find her location. Such an attempt was certainly better than waiting around the compound, letting his worry drive him to madness, as Niklaus said.
Nodding in thanks to his brother, the older Original mobilized, heading out into the city to find his wife with renewed determination; though he was unsure of what he would do once he found her.
If he found her, he corrected.
On his way out, he overheard Niklaus amusedly said, "Wherever she is, if Eternity isn't already getting her ass beat by her enemies, I'm sure my dear brother will be turning it black and blue."
"Oh shut up, Klaus!" Hayley's voice followed in exasperation.
Perhaps, Niklaus, Elijah thought, Perhaps.
Elijah journeyed to the center of the French Quarter, standing on a rooftop as he looked out over the city in the dead of night. He took a deep breath, trying to push the worry that plagued him from his mind. He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to feel for the woman he loved - the woman who was going to be in so much trouble when he finally got his hands on her.
He had to believe that she was alive and well. He couldn't believe otherwise or else he wouldn't be able to find her this way...or any way.
Soon, after a few starts and stops, he finally began to pick up on the heat of a life force - her life force! Joy and relief filled him as it meant she was indeed alive! He left the rooftop and followed the heat signature that pulsed through him, the one connecting him to Eternity. He let it lead him through the Quarter and then out into the greater New Orleans.
It took him to a seedy part of the city - the underworld, to be exact, a place full of degenerates, both human and supernatural. He followed the trail curiously, wondering just what Eternity was doing in a dank, dark place like this. It was a curiosity that only grew as Elijah reached his destination; a club, black with pink neon lighting, but no other markers to tell him exactly what kind of place it was that his wife had wandered into. He did discover that this place was one for supernaturals and humans alike, as both were being admitted by the large sized bodyguards at the front door.
Because of his status as an Original, Elijah was permitted in without question, treated with the respect of royalty. He entered, curious still, as he watched patrons of all species, of all walks of life mingle. All eyes turned toward him as he walked by, but that wasn't all that strange and occurrence to him, because of who he was. He and his family were infamous amongst all the races - witches, vampires, werewolves, and humans alike.
Everyone there was dressed in formalwear like him, except that everyone around him also wore lacy masks over their eyes, giving them all an air of mystery. The men were dressed in their finest suits, while the women were dressed in scantily clad dresses that left little to the imagination.
Then his attention was drawn to some of the patron subgroups. The men were still dressed in their suits and masks, but the women that accompanied them were disrobing until they were only dressed in their lacy lingerie. He watched with mild curiosity as the men lead their women over to special areas in the more shadowy parts of the club, where various 'equipment' hung on the walls or sat on the floor, including tables and chairs.
It was a sex club, Elijah concluded right away.
As he moved further along, he kept an eye out for the white-haired beauty he sought, feeling it was even more imperative that he found her. He demanded answers for why she had come to a place such as this, especially without his knowledge. He wondered why she hadn't told him about this secret little place of hers.
Was this some kind of secret fantasy of hers? If so, had she thought he'd be judgmental? Think poorly of her of attending such a place? Be angry with her? Unlikely, as Eternity knew he was up for anything, regarding her, especially when it came to sex. If she wanted to be tied up, made to submit in front of others or to make him submit, all she had to do was ask. He'd deny her nothing.
Determined to find out what was going on, he could sense her, feel her near by. It was then that the already dim lights went dimmer and an announcement was made that a performer named 'Queen E' was going to take the stage.
It couldn't be...
Elijah noticed the stage in the center of the room. It was a large square shaped platform made of shiny black marble. It was empty, except for a single metal chair. Curious, the Original pushed through the crowd that had begun to gather and waited for whoever this 'Queen E' was to take the stage, not that he didn't already know. The name was dead giveaway. Only a fool wouldn't know who that was.
A few minutes later, loud, sexually charged music began to play and Elijah's wife appeared on the stage, dressed in a hot pink corset, leather shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and fishnet stockings with a pair of black platform heels. She also had her hair up in a messy updo with a top hat.
Eternity was captivatingly stunning, as always.
She sat down in the chair and on cue to the sexually explicit pop tune playing over the speakers, she began to perform for the crowd, singing at first only and then getting up to dance to the music in a perfectly choreographed routine, like a professional. Others took the stage to back her up, putting on a show that had the crowd cheering.
Elijah couldn't believe what he was seeing or understand why he was seeing this. Just what the hell was going on? Why was Eternity on stage, dancing erotically and singing such vulgar lyrics? Was this all some sort of nightmare? Had he fallen asleep at his desk again and was dreaming all this? Because that was exactly how he felt, like it wasn't real.
Then angry outrage took hold as his wife began to interact with the crowd, hopping down off stage to hang all over some of the men, acting like a whore for these degenerates. She pretended to be free for them. Of course, it was all an act, simply part of the routine, but Elijah didn't give a damn. His lady was out of line, behaving so abhorrently. It was certainly beneath her to act this way, as an otherworldly immortal, as a queen, and definitely as his wife.
Elijah watched her as she retook the stage to finish the musical number. Once it was over, she disappeared again, while the crowd went wild.
The Original noticed a backstage area and sped toward it, knowing he'd find his wife there. He found her walking back to the dressing room at the very back of the long hallway that made up the backstage. He followed her into the dressing room, taking note of how at home she seemed to be at this club, as if it wasn't her first time.
She was definitely hiding something from him and he was ready to find out exactly what that something was.
Slipping into the dressing room, Elijah stayed by the door, watching her, waiting for her to notice him. Yet, she didn't seem to see him there, as she stood in front of a full length mirror, gazing at herself. She looked exquisite in her skimpy little outfit, he had to admit. He certainly would have appreciated it more if it had been for his eyes only and not an entire crowd of people.
While he was angry and confused, he was also very relieved to have found Eternity unharmed. Upon seeing her, he had wanted to go to her, to sweep her up into his arms and kiss her senselessly in his great relief. However, he refrained as that wasn't an option right now, robbed by this secret she had been keeping. His bride had a whole lot of explaining to do.
"Hello Sweetheart," Elijah called to her, to make his presence known.
He watched as Eternity stilled, closing her eyes tightly, and then opened then to gaze back at him through the mirror's reflection with fear and annoyance. "Elijah," she breathed. "I'm so glad you found me. I was hoping you would."
She had said that with sarcasm.
"Is that right?" He replied tensely, his jaw tightening in his anger, especially over her annoyed attitude. "And what may I ask are you doing here in a place like this, dressed like a cheep whore?"
She turned toward him finally and frowned, "I'm on a mission, of course, and I'm simply playing the part, you know, to blend in."
Her flippant attitude caused his blood to boil. He had spend the greater part of the day worrying over her disappearance and she had the nerve to be so frivolous toward him. Elijah growled, his hands tightened into fists at his side as he worked to control his fiery emotions. Fortunately, he was a master of control and soon, had himself completely composed. His hands loosened and he flashed an unamused smiled at her that always meant to strike fear in others.
"Oh, Sweetheart, I could kill you right now," he murmured, looking up and sighing exasperatedly. Then he looked at her again, as he said, "Do you know how worried I've been? Do you know what's been going through my head all day? I thought you were hurt...or dead."
Despite her attitude, Eternity had enough sense to look remorseful, averting her gaze. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? Oooh, not as sorry as you're going to be," muttered Elijah, darkly. Then louder, "You promised me that you wouldn't go anywhere without telling someone or sending word, forcing me to come find you. And where do I find you? Here, at a sex club!"
He paused and sighed again, trying to calm his rage. "You have broken your promise with whatever the hell this is," he spoke coolly, gesturing around them. "Now, you are coming home with me, one way or another, Sweetheart. Your mission is over for the time being."
Her eyes shot up and glared daggers at him, at the authoritative way he spoke to her. "I think not, Elijah," she said defiantly, unmoving. "The mission is not yet over and I am going to finish it, whether you like it or not. You cannot stop me."
All of a sudden, there was an interruption in the form of the loud sounds of cracking whips and cries of pained pleasure. Curiosity got the better of Elijah and he went to investigate with Eternity close on his heels.
Reaching the end of the hallway, he stopped. He watched as various couples stood on stage. The ladies and a few gentlemen were in all kinds of compromising positions. Some were standing, some sitting, and a few others were bent over a table that had been set up, all of them tied up and at the mercy of their partners, who whipped and teased their companions. This was all done in front of a captivated audience.
"An exhibition," Elijah observed, then turned to his wife, "Sweetheart, please tell me that you have never partaken in these activities behind my back, without my consent or knowledge."
Eternity bristled defensively, "Of course not! I would never!"
"Well then, how is it that you seem so comfortable here?" He asked her, shoving one hand in his pants pocket to keep himself from lashing out. "You seem to know this place well. So, if you are not partaking in this debauchery in secret, then what?"
Again, his wife averted her gaze and she clamped up, not wanting to tell him apparently.
"Eternity," he warned.
Still, she didn't answer him.
In an act of fury, Elijah grabbed hold of Eternity and slammed her into the wall harshly. She gasped from the force, before locking eyes with him. He gripped the back of her neck firmly as he stepped into her, peering down at her threateningly.
"You will tell me," he growled, speaking lowly, "one way or another. Shall I send you to your room, tie you up, lock you away, until you give me an answer? Or perhaps, as Niklaus so crudely put it, should I beat your ass to get one out of you? We are in the right place for such discipline, it would seem."
"I didn't think that you would be into this sort of debauchery, love," she smirked in her defiance, though she squirmed delightfully.
Elijah grinned slightly, "Oh, my dear, you'd be surprised what I'm into. I'm a thousand years old, I've been around the block a time or two in my day. I certainly know my way around a sex club. Now, are you going to tell me why you're here or should I get creative? Maybe I'll take you out there on stage, make an example of you in front of all those people. How about that, Sweetheart?"
Eternity shivered and squirmed in response to his words, despite herself, particularly that last bit. "Be careful, Elijah," she breathed, trying to sound defiant, but only ended up sounding lustful. "Remember, it is I that allows you control over me and I can very easily take it back."
He grinned humorlessly at her, "I do not think that 'allowed' is quite the right word, Sweetheart. You freely gave up control long ago, giving me free reign to take the lead, to have all the power over you. You reap what you sow, Sweetheart. So, answer me or else I'll get creative."
His lady licked her lips and then sighed defeatedly, "I have been coming here for weeks, on said mission, because there is word going around amongst the witches that their young people have been disappearing from their homes, being brought here against their will. One came to me in tears and grief, asking for my help, to find and stop the man that is doing this. Of course I agreed and have been working an angle, trying to hunt the bastard doing this."
Elijah stared at her in disbelief. That sneaking little minx! Not only did she sneak away to deliberately put herself in danger behind his back, but she had also done so complete under the radar. How had she managed to get away from the compound without he or someone else there finding out? After all, there was a total of eight people living there, most with supernatural senses, whom could have heard her or see her leaving at any given time. Even if she had magically transported herself, there would have been a magical signature that could have alerted the household to her escapes from the compound.
"If you've been coming for weeks," he replied, "then how did you manage to not alert anyone to your escapades, until now?"
"I'd rather not say, my overprotective husband," defied his lady. "I cannot let you in on all of my tricks."
Elijah was about to demand that she answer yet again, when she stopped him by placing her fingertips on his lips. He gazed at her inquisitively, waiting to hear whatever she had to say.
"Listen, in truth, I haven't had any luck finding my prey," Eternity told him. "This night is my last chance, as it is the largest night for the club. If I cannot find them tonight, then I'll come home and I'll stay put. I promise."
At her talk of promises, he growled, pressing into her with their being nose to nose, "You and your promises. You broke one already. Why should I believe you will keep this one?"
"You'll just have to trust that I will," she shrugged slightly, speaking in a small voice, barely holding his gaze due to the dark way he looked at her.
Elijah sighed with uncertainty and licked his lower lip, just as he heard a particularly hard crack of a whip and a sharp cry from the performers. He turned and gazed out at them, contemplatively.
An idea struck him. A decision was made.
Oh, this was going to be fun...
To Be Continued...
