Well, I wasn't anticipating continuing this but I think there is still a little story left to tell with maybe one or two more parts after this. This will no longer follow canon after 4x18. Enjoy!
Part 2
The next night Elena's knock on the door is much more quiet. She isn't quite sure what to expect. Will he laugh and slam the door in her face, or will he yank her inside and pin her up against the wall? Or, worst of all, will he jab his fist through her chest and rip out her heart? It's a dangerous game she is playing, but also an exhilarating one. Last night's tryst with Elijah is difficult to fit into Elena's mental calculus of the eldest Original. She knows the air of finesse and politeness is a facade covering a dark, dangerous interior. Yet, Elijah no longer seems predictable to her. She hadn't seriously been expecting him to fall for her little seduction, but he had once again called her bluff, and she had enjoyed it. She slept in her car last night, unwilling to go back to the boarding house and face the inevitable drama that would ensue with Stefan and Damon once they caught Elijah's scent on her. So she's back again, just as Elijah predicted.
"Elena," he smiles politely as the dark oak door swings open, "Come in."
He looks relaxed, he shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbow and top button undone. No homicidal rage; she is safe for another night it seems. "I was just about to have a bite to eat. Would you care to join me?"
She shrugs and shoves her hands into her pockets. She can smell blood in the next room, hear the gentle breath of a human. "Alright."
In the sitting room where they fucked only hours ago a pale redhead is sitting listlessly on the couch, a disoriented smile on her face and dark red oozing slowly from wounds in her neck.
Elena raises her eyebrows. "I didn't think fresh was your style," she tells him.
Elijah settles on the couch next to the girl. "One tires of blood bags. Besides, I cause them no undue suffering." He sweeps the girl's hair from her neck and whispers something into her ear before resuming his feed.
Elena sees only the barest hint of Elijah's vampire features as he turns back to face her. "Come," he says, gesturing her towards him. He scoots away from the girl and leaves a space between their bodies for Elena. She sits down and looks to Elijah, who nods. Elena laps gently at the source, inhaling deeply. It has been a while since she ate. She latches onto the girl more vigorously, shoulders relaxing as the hot, coppery blood flows down her throat.
Elena gasps mid-pull as she feels Elijah's warm breath tickle her shoulder, followed by a sweep of his tongue. Blood trickles down her chin as he lets the girl go and tilts her chin back to allow Elijah more access to the crook of her neck. His hand, settled on her lap, slides down the inside of her thigh. His mouth ascends the column of her throat to lap the blood off her chin.
"I'm a messy eater," she says lazily, unapologetically.
Elijah makes an amused humming noise and kisses the corner of her mouth. "You are indeed. What do you say we take a bath?"
Elena raises an eyebrow. "Do I get a massage?"
Elijah smirks. "Maybe if you're good." He gets up and compels the human girl who scurries quickly out the door, and then extends a hand to Elena. She takes it and follows him up the grand staircase.
Elijah lets them into one of the bedrooms. It's decorated lavishly with dark furniture and obviously priceless works of art, a smattering of papers and sketches laid over a table.
"Is this Klaus' room?" Elena asks, looking around suspiciously.
"Indeed," Elijah replies, standing close behind her. "I haven't had the chance to set up my own room here, and Niklaus has the best bathtub. Besides, I rather relish the though of desecrating his bed with you," he says, voice low.
"You promised me a bath," she smiles coyly over her shoulder at him and wanders into the bathroom. Klaus' tub is marble and built into the wall, even more luxurious than Damon's.
"Later, then," Elijah says, striding in after and turning the taps.
Elena shucks her clothes as the water fills the tub, cognizant of Elijah's eyes tracking her movements. Completely naked, she pads over to him and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He permits this and slides his hands confidently down her back, pulling her firmly against him. Elena stands up on her tiptoes and leans up towards him, searching his eyes with hers for something, she isn't sure what. She sees the dark lust and it excites her. Instead of dwelling on it she kisses him, and this time it's a slow burn and all she can hear is the sound of the water cascading into the tub and her own breath as she exhales hotly into him.
He is the one to pull away. "The water," he reminds her, and moves to turn off the tap. Then he shucks his pants, cock jutting proudly, and slips into the tub. She follows him and settles in against his chest, sighing as her tense muscles dissolve in the near-scalding water.
As promised, he kneads her shoulders firmly and for a time they sit in silence. "Not that I mind," Elena says finally, "but what exactly is it we're doing? What's with the show of hedonism, Elijah?"
She feels Elijah shrug behind her and hisses as he works a particularly tense knot. "I'm enjoying your company, Elena. You are free to go or stay as you please. Do I need to have an ulterior motive?"
"Aren't you worried that you're taking advantage of me?" she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "That I would never do this if my emotions were on? That I'm betraying Damon?"
"I know what it's like to turn off your humanity, Elena. It doesn't make you a different person; it only reveals another facet of yourself. The things you do now, the things you say and think, you had those same thoughts and desires with your humanity on. There is darkness in each of us. You are simply being honest about yours right now, and I find that refreshing."
"Because Katherine was a liar," Elena states.
"Yes," Elijah, without anger.
"How do you know I'm not also a liar?"
"Because you are not Katherine, Elena. Do not forget that."
"I won't if you won't," she retorts.
"Let's be frank, Elena," he says, unwilling to engage that particular subject. "You're using me. You want to avoid the Salvatores. You want to gain my favor to ensure I won't use the cure on you. But most of all you want to feel," she yelps as his fingers tweak her nipple.
"And you're using me," she breathes, "to distract yourself from Katherine's betrayal, because being good and loyal has gotten you nothing and nowhere."
He hums darkly behind her, his hand snaking around her front to reach between her legs. She yelps as he slides a finger abruptly inside her, his palm brushing her throbbing clit. "Elijah," she moans, thrusting wantonly into his hand. He wraps his other arm around her waist and holds her firmly to him as he slides a second finger inside her, water rippling as he pumps gently, not enough to get her off. Her eyes scrunch closed as she focus on the pleasure, only her perfect mouth chanting for please, please, more. Finally he gives in and works her clit in earnest as she pushes back against him, feet braced on the end of the tub, thighs shaking. She comes with his name on her lips, hot tendrils of pleasure making the world go blissfully blank for a few brief moments.
As her vision returns she is suddenly aware of his cock pressing insistently into her back. With her vampire speed she whirls around to straddle him and kisses him hard. Water sloshes over the side of the tub. He groans into her mouth as her slick heat grinds against him. "Why don't we take this somewhere more comfortable?" he says, nudging her legs to lock around his waist. She gives a delighted little whoop as he lifts them both out of the water and walks them, both dripping, out of the bathroom. They tumble onto Klaus' bed, Elena below him, her ankles still hooked around his waist. She presses her body up into his, relishing the feel of skin on skin and his reassuring weight above her.
"Naughty Elena…" he breathes, inhaling her scent deeply. "Whatever will I do with you?"
"Fuck me," she says simply.
He acquiesces, sliding smoothly into her and driving in and out firmly, not too fast, but completely. He sinks his teeth into her breast and laps messily at the wound. When she opens her eyes again she looks up at his face and gasps at the sight of his face, eyes dark, monster in full show. She gasps and only wraps her legs more tightly around him.
She wakes up much later wrapped firmly around Elijah who appears to be asleep, eerily long intervals of time passing between his breaths. She gets up as quietly as possible and pads into the bathroom, futilely trying to run a man's comb she find through her tangled waves. She retrieves her phone out of the pocket of her jeans and checks it. Dozens of missed calls and text messages, mostly from Damon, some from Stefan, some from Rebekah in New Orleans with Klaus, no doubt wondering what has become of her partner in crime.
She hasn't been back to the boarding house in nearly three days and hasn't slept properly in nearly as many. She really needs to find her own place, she muses, tired of being the object of Damon's long-suffering glances. She would consider shacking up with Elijah as long as their easy truce continues, but it's only a matter of time before he finds out about Kol and she wants to be nowhere near here when he does. Would he listen to her explain? Kol was going to chop of Jeremy's arm and probably even kill him, though Elena could surely have incapacitated him instead of spurring Jeremy to drive the white oak stake through his heart.
Better to leave town, then. Mystic Falls has become more trouble than it's worth. She relishes the thought of leaving behind the memories and the hurt and gorging herself till she's blind with pleasure out in the wide world.
She picks up her purse and heels off the floor and pauses for one last glance at Elijah's sleeping form. Maybe it could have been right for them, too, in another time and another place under different circumstances. Elijah is the only person she knows cares about her who doesn't simultaneously want to change her. He accepts her, just as she is. Maybe her curse is that she loves too easily. Never mind that, now.
Elena pads as quietly as she can down the stairs, no thought in mind now other than stealing a car and driving as long and far away as possible.
"Well, well, well, naughty Elena sneaking home before dawn. Do you think so little of my brother?"
Elena squeaks as a hand catches her in an iron grip, yanking her around to face him. "Klaus," she says, voice wavering. Even without her emotions she is capable of distress, like a frightened animal.
"Evidently you do," he continues, "he wouldn't be fucking you if he knew about that which you have neglected to tell him. And in my bed? Really?"
"Klaus, please, you have to let me go – "
"Neglected to tell me what, Elena?" Elijah has appeared in the doorframe, evidently woken by the commotion. His hair is rumpled and his face is drawn into a grimace. "Though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at this point."
Elena looks back and forth between the two brothers, mind racing. She wonders if Elijah will kill her or just let Klaus shove the cure down her throat and take her away to be his blood bag for all eternity.
"Go on, Elena," Klaus shoves her roughly down onto the couch and angles his body to block her escape.
Elena takes a deep breath. "Kol's dead. Jeremy- we killed him - but he was going to chop off Jeremy's arms!" she protests, looking desperately at Elijah.
Elijah has heard nothing past Kol's dead. The words reverberate in his head. No wonder he has been unable to reach Kol of late. Another brother gone. Kol, for all his snark and scheming was once just a little boy with whom he clashed wooden swords in the village. A shot of white hot rage courses through him. Every tender feeling he's ever had for Elena, disappeared. How could she come here and lay with him in a lover's embrace knowing what she's done? The doppelgängers, they are all the same -
Elena screams as Elijah lunges at her and squeezes her eyes shut, genuinely expecting her last moment. There is a noise like a thunderclap and Elena opens her eyes to see the two brothers tumble across the room, locked together like battering rams. Klaus summons his hybrid strength and slams Elijah against the opposite wall, glass shattering as picture frames shudder in his wake. "No!" Klaus commands, snarling, warning Elijah to stay back. "I know you want to kill her, brother, as I do, but you know I have a vital interest in our little doppelgänger, at least for now," he says, standing firmly between them.
Elijah's chest heaves as he looks at them, fists clenched. "Why are you here, Niklaus? I will not let you waste the cure on her," he spits.
"Kol was right about Silas, Elijah," Klaus starts, recounting the tale of his run-in with the ancient immortal. Elena watches them closely as they converse. For once, Klaus seems submissive in the wake of his older brother despite the fact Klaus has just made a hole in the plaster with Elijah. And yet, Elijah listens carefully to Klaus, content to negotiate. "No doubt you do not wish to see hell unleashed on Earth," Klaus finishes.
"You want the cure in order to kill Silas," Elijah states, considerably calmer, though he refuses to meet Elena's eyes.
"Yes," Klaus agrees, "though if I can do without using it I have a better use for it," he says, gesturing towards Elena. "Perhaps Katerina might oblige. I honestly can't decide."
For a moment they seem to have a standoff, eyes locked, as if communicating without words. Finally, Elijah's shoulders slump. "Very well. You have a better chance of defeating Silas than I." Elijah flashes out of the room for a moment and then returns and presses the vial into Klaus' hand.
Klaus nods his thanks. "Keep an eye on her," he gestures towards Elena, and then he is gone.
Elijah exhales deeply and slides down onto the ground, eyes closed in frustration. Elena glances towards the door. "Don't even think about moving, Elena."
"Elijah, I'm sorry," she blurts out. "Kol was going to hurt Jeremy. I couldn't let that happen. I had to protect him, you understand."
"But you failed," Elijah says spitefully.
"Yes, I failed," Elena says exasperatedly. "Jeremy's dead, Kol's dead, everyone's dead," she says in a voice that says I don't care. "Why not add one more body to the pile?" she challenges him. "You know you want to kill me. Or won't you because mean Klaus will come and spank you if you do?"
Elijah growls at the provocation and a hand closes suddenly around her throat. "How can you not care, Elena? I was content to let you drift in your indifference, but now you dishonor your brother's memory. I want you to feel the pain you've caused me Elena, not just because I want my revenge, but because you cannot go on like this -"
"Elijah, no!" she protests, twisting away from him as hard as she can once she realizes his intentions.
He catches her face in his hand and leans in as though he is going to kiss her. "Look at me, Elena," he says gently, and she has no choice but to comply.
"Please, Elijah, don't -"
"Turn it on, Elena," he commands, "turn your humanity back on, and leave it on."
Elena goes limp in his grasp and takes in a deep, shuddering breath. She is about to come apart, he knows.
So he snaps her neck.
He'll deal with her later. Right now he needs a drink.
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