SEE NOTES - CHAPTER 1
(part 2 of ?)
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Note 1: This is going to be a long story. Obviously, I plan to explore the Elijah/Elena dynamic to its' fullest potential i.e. smuttiest level. :D However, I also really want to explore the family dynamic between Elena and the Originals.
Note 2: Elijah isn't the only one being affected by the pon farr. Elena may act a little less than humane as a result of their connection (for now). Don't worry - she'll calm down a bit once she finally gets to straddle Elijah.
Note 3: I don't (by any stretch of the imagination) speak Italian. Only I *and babelfish to a lesser degree* can be blamed for Elijah's rape of that lovely language. As I'm assuming you'll want to know the English translations to his comments ...scroll down to the bottom of the chapter ...
(Year 3)
She finds him tucked in his cave. He dominates the space. Mahogany behemoth - as large and intimidating as the predator seated behind it.
She carries her text book - manufactured questions ...just an excuse for invasion. Who better to ask about the Italian Renaissance?
Butter cream and white polka dots - skirt swinging around her hips. She feels like an advertisement for a 50's housewife. She hopes he notices the white sandals - the way they elongate her legs - the delicate straps wrapped around her ankles.
She's learning Italian but he speaks far too quickly - intentionally, she's sure.
"Siete il pi crudele lo prendete in giro mai avete incontrato."
"Slow down!" He only smiles ...continuing - rapid pace - no quarter given.
"L'un giorno lo elemosinerete spargerlo attraverso questo scrittorio. Quando quel giorno viene, I' il ll non permette mai che vi nascondiate ancora."
As always - no chance of deciphering him. She focuses on his lips. She wants to feel his words slide into her mouth ...pure poetry ...or maybe just a dirty limerick.
"Gi apparteniamo l'un l'altro."
Like a kaleidoscope - one slight turn and the picture changes...
He's tired of waiting - watching but never having. The Italian flows effortless - slow seduction for which he has no further patience.
He's positioned behind her - near the bookcase. She stretches her body across the surface of his desk - innocent reach for a stapler. When he catches a glimpse of tiny lace panties ...no conscious thought connects to action.
He uses his chest and hips to push her further down. She doesn't breathe as he nuzzles the back of her neck - burrowing into the ponytail. He absorbs her scent like a line of cocaine.
His hands force the material up - a belt of white polka dots now ringing her waist. The flesh of her thighs - his palms curve - then cut. He thinks she'll taste like cinnamon ...soon he'll know. First things first... He needs her - rough.
His fingers a dark contrast ...stretching her panties - drenched in musk. They slide front to back ...linger in the back. His thumb circles but doesn't penetrate - yet.
"Has anyone ever had you this way, Elena?"
She wakes up to the feeling of her hips grinding against her own mattress. His name caught in her throat - tears coating her pillow.
She's taffy - stretching further and further - needing to wrap around him before she breaks apart.
His brother knew exactly what he was doing when he connected the chains. He feels an odd sort of gratitude as he works his belt open - grips his own flesh.
It's been three days of unrelenting arousal...dreams that leave her increasingly desperate. The turning point comes when Kol serves his usual innuendo - no volley back - no kill shot...taking him down. His hair and eyes ...Elijah's. The way things are going, soon even Rebekah won't be safe around her.
She would honestly prefer to visit Lucifer himself. Satan may require his pound of flesh but Klaus will bleed you slow.
"Are there a certain number of times he has to..." She really doesn't want to finish that sentence. The lecherous bastard shouldn't need the words anyway.
"To what are you referring?" The smile that is spreading across Klaus' face reminds her of nothing so much as a rotting jack o' lantern.
"Are you perhaps referring to how you'll be heels up until he fulfills every dirty fantasy he's ever had involving you and those luscious thighs of yours? Come to think of it, his plans for your mouth are probably also quite detailed. How's your gag reflex?"
"Were you always this much of a deviant?" That's not a rhetorical question - she truly wonders if he was born this perverse.
"For the sake of argument, what will he do if it's not me?" She cringes when she realizes how that sounds.
"What would he do if he didn't already have a big ole yen for you? He would find the nearest hot body and ride it until it collapsed dead from exhaustion. If he was feeling particularly generous, he might turn it." Of course, that last part is an utter lie. None of them would ever turn one of their fuck feasts. He's sussing her out - needs an idea as to just how much angst they'll be forced to deal with once she wakes up with her shiny, new teeth.
She should only be feeling sadness for this mysterious woman. That emotion is definitely present but it's not the predominant one. Bile rises with the thought of what she'll be forced to do if Elijah decides to turn this woman. To watch - day after day ...to be replaced so completely. She thinks it speaks to her moral decline that she's more worried about losing Elijah than protecting the woman's life. She's never felt this possessive of anyone.
"Is it possible to influence his choice? If a particular woman was made available..." Her humiliation - truly complete.
"You mean, would it be possible for a particular woman to tart herself up ...perhaps sway the savage beast? Did you miss the part where I gave away the ending?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Sweetheart, the only question here is whether or not the woman he chooses, we'll call her ...Belena...accepts the transition with a modicum of grace. Based on what you just suggested, I can only assume that you'd rather lose your pulse than watch my brother shag another woman."
Put that way, it sounds completely insane. No less true though.
"It's a happy coincidence that your desires are perfectly aligned. He'd rather die than fuck another woman." Those words should not fill her with joy.
Then something occurs to her - something that should've been obvious as soon as he mentioned the two possible outcomes for the woman in question. Death six feet under or living death as a vampire ...either option would ensure that Klaus loses his golden blood bag. He'd never allow it.
He knows how she feels about Elijah. Has this all just been a game to him? Watch the little human scramble to seduce his brother, or even more amusing, get her to confess her love to him during his transformation? She feels small - sick - a slowly decaying animal.
No - she won't speculate. She just never thought she'd come to a point in time when lingering in Klaus' presence is preferable to facing Elijah.
He can see the precise moment when she makes the decision to confront his brother. As much of a fuss as she tossed up during their first talk ...a large part of her had wanted to believe him. Sure, he could take the time to allay her fears - convince her that he really doesn't care if she turns. That would be the decent thing to do. Thankfully, coming from him, decency would just seem suspicious. The video has already been installed. He can't wait for the show.
Though she had never believed they could be together (Stefan an ever-present specter between them) - She wishes she had at least offered him the truth. It was real - it was love. She'll always regret Damon.
A guilty part of her psyche feels like this might be payback ...courtesy of the universe. It seems only fair that she experience the crushing pain of unrequited love. To peel her skin back - expose her internal organs. There is no one more capable (both literally and figuratively) of ripping her heart out.
When Klaus led her to the East corridor, he had braced himself for impact. His brother had specifically chosen this portion of the house for its' proximity to the dungeon (they really need to come up with a better name for this room). Elijah was meant to hear every sting from her tongue.
He knew his brother would paint the situation in the worst possible light but had assumed - obviously erroneously - that Klaus was fond of his genitalia and would prefer for it to remain attached. One of the drawbacks to immortality was being able to survive being gelded - multiple times. For a few minutes, he allows himself to wallow in the images his mind produces ...Klaus ...a wasteland of desiccated skin and protruding cartilage.
"For the sake of argument what will he do if it's not me?"
Klaus obviously didn't adequately explain his condition if Elena is questioning the identity of the woman.
"Is it possible to influence his choice? If a particular woman was made available..."
Did Elena just pro-actively offer to be turned? There's a difference between altruism and blatant stupidity. What did she mean by 'made available'? He has a feeling that their definitions of 'available' are dramatically different. When he finally takes Elena, she most assuredly will not be lying back...oh-so-passively thinking of England. She'll be his - not the martyr in his bed.
No - he has to stop thinking this way. Elena hasn't been turned. She still has a chance. The problem is - she doesn't seem to want that chance. How is he supposed to fight his own desire and her iron will?
His brother is drawn tighter than a nun's knickers - wait ...bad comparison. A nun's knickers are actually quite easy to remove. Those girls live and die on their knees.
As much as he would love to be physically present for the Elijah & Elena Hour, he knows she'll never fess up if he's in the room. He owes them at least the illusion of privacy. Not that his brother is fooled in the slightest - Elijah is pointedly staring at the painting of Bedlam (where the camera is not-so-cleverly hid). He thought it was a nice touch!
"Before she gets in here, I want you to know that I've withheld an important piece of information from her." As his brother, he can only be proud of the glare that Elijah directs his way.
"Pardon me while I take a moment to absorb the shock."
"No need for sarcasm - you'll be thanking me soon enough."
"Should I take that to mean that you'll soon be announcing your engagement to Damon Salvatore? I find those scenarios to be of equal likelihood."
"This really isn't an attractive side of you. No matter - I'm sure you'll be right as rain as soon as you're properly introduced to Elena's girly bits."
It's extremely fortunate that he doesn't require enamel - he's sure he's ground it all away. "What haven't you told her?"
"I omitted the fact that you'll die if you don't consummate this little union."
What possible reason would his brother have to withhold that information? He has to realize that Elena would agree to just about anything to protect someone she cares about. That information is the perfect leverage.
"I thought you should know the real reason why she's willing to spread her legs and bare her neck. I don't want to spend another five years watching you sniff around her ankles - it's just too pathetic."
He's truly speechless. This is the first time in centuries that Klaus has done anything for him - anything to remind him of the connection they once shared. Klaus is right - for a moment ...he's tempted to offer thanks. That impulse passes quickly.
"Besides, she's bound to grow bored of you. After a few decades, she'll be begging me for some touch."
"I don't think conventional psychiatry is equipped to handle this level of delusion. Perhaps electroshock - such as a cattle prod to the groin."
Klaus doesn't get the chance to respond. Elena has just entered the room.
TO BE CONTINUED
Next Up: Elijah & Elena come to an agreement.
1. You are the cruelest tease I have ever encountered.
2. One day you will beg me to spread you across this desk. When that day comes, I'll never allow you to hide again.
3. We already belong to each other.
