Re-edited- Sep 29-2014

Chapter Rating: NC17

*WARNING, THERE IS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER. DO NOT READ IF YOU FIND SUCH CONTENT OFFENSIVE*

CHAPTER 3

Nightmares

He stood at her doorway and gently knocked three times. While patiently waiting, he heard movement in the room. Elena slowly opened the door and was surprised to see the Original standing there.

"Elijah," she uttered

"Elena, I…" His eyes cascaded over her from head to toe. A white towel was wrapped around her wet, naked body with her breasts carefully tucked away. Her long, slender legs were very much visible from her knees down. "I just came to make sure that you are all right." The Original always spoke with such articulated English, and his voice sounded deep and mysterious, yet carried a gentle undertone.

Come to your senses Elijah, he silently scolded himself.

"I just got kidnapped… but other than that, I'm fine." She tried to smile, but failed. It was far too difficult when all she could think about was slowing her heart rate down. An awkward silence had befallen them. Still, Elena was grateful that Elijah was kind enough to come and check on her.

The thudding beats of her heart never ceased, and the Original questioned whether she was afraid of him. He cleared his throat quietly before replying, "I should let you get changed. I apologize for disturbing you while you are indecent."

Elena wanted to say no, but then she realized he was right. She didn't have any clothes on at the moment.

"Do you need anything before I head to bed?" he asked.

"No, thank you." She paused. "I just wish my family knew that I'm okay."

"I know why you are here, Elena. I promise I will not allow any harm to come to you." His face softened a little, but he tried to mask the sympathy he felt for her. "My brother has quite radical methods when it comes to acquiring what he needs. But I promise you, I will not allow Niklaus's beliefs to interfere with my own. Holding you here against your will is wrong. No harm will come to you or the people you care about if you comply. I give you my word." There really wasn't much more the Original could say. The truth was, he didn't like the idea of taking Elena away from her family, but there was no way he could try and make her understand. "I realize the hypocrisy of this situation." Elijah looked deeply into her eyes before lowering his voice, "Do not think I am blind to it."

"I don't," Elena murmured nervously.

"Good night, Elena." His smile was wistful.

"Good night," she replied and shut the door.

He could still hear the faint sound of her heartbeat calming to a normal state, as he walked further down the hall. It wasn't long before he changed into a pair of black pajama bottoms that hung low at his waist. Elijah wore no shirt to bed and slowly relaxed his body onto his king sized mattress. Thunder clapped and lightning lit up the room, as a storm made its way into Mystic Falls after weeks of no rain.

The Original tossed and turned in bed. He couldn't get his mind off of the doe eyed beauty. Her half naked body flashed before his eyes in the darkness, and the scent of her shampoo still intoxicated his senses. Elijah desired her.

~oOo~

Elena was trying to cope with the unbearable summer heat. The cold shower had helped a bit, but she could still feel the humidity. The sound of the rain hitting the rooftop was soothing to her ears, and her bed was big and comfortable. The room itself was very spacious and luxurious. White sheer fabric hung from the four post canopy above her bed. However evil Klaus was, he certainly had a knack for interior design. Elena slipped on a black silk robe that hung just above her knees and tied it before she lay down on the bed. Sleep was not coming anytime soon, as she tossed and turned, desperately trying to get comfortable.

~oOo~

Elijah's eyes suddenly snapped open. It wasn't the violent thunderstorm that had woken him, it was something else. He sat up and listened more attentively.

"No… no… please don't!"

The desperate cries belonged to Elena. Before she could scream, Elijah burst in through her door, leaned his body over her on the bed, and gently shook her awake.

"Elena… Elena…"

Feeling freed from her enclosing nightmare, she woke with sudden fright, gasping for air. It took her a moment to recognize the face that was in front of her. "Elijah," she breathed.

"You were dreaming." He felt oddly compelled to comfort her.

"Yes, I… it was horrible." Elena slowly sat up and steadied herself. She began to tear up and buried her face in her hands.

Acting on instinct, Elijah gathered her small, fragile body into his muscular arms and held her close to his chest. She felt the aftershock of such unexpected intimacy, but instantly felt safe and comforted at the same time. She needed this.

"Everything will be all right, Elena. I promise you," he whispered in her ear, gently stroking her hair.

Her sobs eventually silenced, as he carefully lay her on the bed. Elijah's arm was now trapped beneath her back, and he was about to pull it free, when Elena stopped him. She stared right into his dark eyes, while the lightning continued to light up the darkness in random intervals. It was in that moment that she recognized how devastatingly handsome the Original was. He was a man that was charming, debonair, and out of this world. She felt attracted to him. His muscular chest was chiseled to perfection, and so were his arms. Elena drew in a quick breath before finding her voice to speak.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me." Elijah stroked the side of her face with his free hand and slowly pulled his arm out from under her. His eyes were so warm. He noticed the perspiration that had formed around her face and forehead. "You have a fever," he said with concern, touching her burning skin.

"I think the storm blew the power out. The air conditioning isn't working."

The Original couldn't tell the difference. His body temperature was always cool because he was technically dead. Elena took his hand and pressed it against her face. She moaned softly in relief while he gazed at her in wonderment.

"I can make the heat go away, Elena." He slowly realized what she needed. "If you would be as brave as to allow me," Elijah politely offered.

"Are you going to compel me to forget about the heat?" She felt like she was dying from the intolerable humidity. At this point she would have settled for anything.

"I am a vampire, which means that one permanent characteristic in my body—the dependent variable so to speak, is my body temperature. I am immune to feeling the physical side effects of changing temperatures. In other words, I am constantly cold. I can lie next to you while you sleep and cool you down because you are burning up. I'm quite worried, in fact. Are you certain you are not ill, Elena?"

"Yes." She breathed out once more, feeling drained by the heat. Elena wasn't sure if it was a good idea to allow him in her bed, but she felt desperate, so she moved over a bit and made room for the Original. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Why was he affecting her this way? It remained a mystery to her.

"May I?" Elijah turned on his side and faced her, extending his arm.

Elena understood what he meant and slowly, but carefully, edged closer into his arms. Her breath quivered as she exhaled, feeling his cool, soft skin wrap around her body. She pressed her cheek up against his chest and felt instant relief. Elena wondered if she was hallucinating this from the spontaneous fever.

No words were exchanged, as the rain continued to pour harder than before. The Mikaelson Mansion was eerily quiet. The only sounds that could be heard was the quiet, shallow breaths of Elena and Elijah. He slowly caressed her back and held her closest to his body, as cool waves of thermal blue radiated off of him and into her burning skin.

"Does that feel better?" he asked in a whisper, his lips brushing past her earlobe, sending instant shivers down her body.

Elena replied with a simple nod.

"Perhaps you really should see a doctor," he said.

"We're trapped here remember? No one can get in or out."

Elijah cursed under his breath. "It's only for twenty-four hours."

"What?" She felt newfound hope, as she blinked and kept her eyes on the Original's face.

He evaded further explanations and carefully pulled aside her robe at the front. He pressed his cold palm right against her heart, feeling the blood red organ pounding violently.

"Relax, Elena." His tone was soothing and gentle.

She closed her eyes and felt her heart rate slowly relax. The cool touch of his skin felt so good against hers. She moved her hand and brushed it against Elijah's chest while he stared down at her. His eyes moved away from her rich mahogany eyes to the pulsing jugular vein in her neck. Elijah was a man of discipline and a master of self-control. What he was feeling in that moment was not blood lust, it was lust incarnate.

"Still—feel so… hot." Elena released a sigh of exhaustion. A part of her was secretly enjoying his body.

Elijah knew exactly what had to be done. He slowly lowered his hand from her back and brushed the surface of her thigh. She felt her skin tingle at the touch. It was direct skin on skin contact.

"Too cold?" he asked, feeling tiny goose bumps spread down her leg.

"No, it's perfect," she murmured.

Elena was shivering, not because she was cold, but because of another reason: she was turned on. The sudden attraction that she felt towards him had indeed stunned her, and yet she didn't want him to go. She closed her eyes and felt Elijah's hand move down her leg, back up to her thigh, over and over again. Her breaths were becoming shallower with every stroke of his hand. She found herself wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling her body in closer to his so that they were pressed together. He said nothing as he continued to caress her body to bring her fever down. She secretly wished that his hand would accidently brush over the curve of her bottom.

The Original was doing his best to make her comfortable, but it was becoming more of a struggle, especially when Elena wrapped her leg over his waist.

"Elena." His voice sounded husky.

"Don't stop, Elijah. Please… I'm so… hot… burning…" she moaned.

He grabbed her thigh and applied more pressure down on her toned muscle, slowly stroking down her leg, reaching her ankle, and then curving back up to her outer thigh. He paused at her hip and clenched his jaw. Elijah couldn't allow himself to lose control like this. This wasn't right. It didn't help that he had an evident erection that was pushed up so tight inside his boxer briefs.

Elena was so overcome with the sexual tension between them that she found her self-restraint abandoning her as she leaned in and kissed Elijah's chest. His cool skin felt so good against her burning lips. He kept his hand unmoving, as she left little sexual kisses all over his chest. She placed her hand over his and moved it up her robe. Elena had no bra on and he felt it as she guided his hand up to her supple breasts. She moaned when he touched her there and he found himself breathing harder as Elena's hand trailed down his stomach, brushing past his throbbing manhood. She felt his length and moaned softly again.

"Elena…" Elijah persisted again. He didn't stop the contact because he liked the way she was stroking and teasing him. Elena guided his hand down to her panties and helped him pull them down. She shivered every time.

"Elena we must—" He knew exactly where this was headed.

"I want you, Elijah. I want you inside of me." She tugged his pants and boxers down and felt something hard slap against her sex. This time Elijah groaned in pain and pleasure, because his shaft was aching to enter her tightened walls. Elena reached down and rubbed him against her swollen nub of nerves, getting wetter and wetter by the second.

"Please, give it to me… I want it," she begged.

He was so lost in his passion and lust that he was not able to hold back any longer. Elijah shoved his fingers inside of her, while she whimpered in pleasure.

"Unhhhh… Elijah…mmmm…"

He pulled his fingers out and sucked on them. She tasted so sweet and he wanted to go down on her, but instead, she pulled him on top of her and spread her legs wide.

"I need you inside of me," Elena demanded.

And with that, the Original shoved himself inside her vulnerable entry. He penetrated her deep, moving in and out so hard and fast. It was like they both hadn't had sex for years and were passionately making love as if their life depended on it.

Elijah slowed down his pace and locked eyes on her. "You feel so good… Good God!" he growled, working towards his release.

She kissed him hard with full forced passion as he took her over the edge. The bed board was slamming against the wall and Elena moaned into his mouth while they both climaxed.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, but Elijah's cool skin felt like ice against her burning body.

"I love you," Elena said to him.

He lifted his head, smiling. Elijah was about to lean in and kiss her, when Elena opened her eyes and realized right away that she had been dreaming.

She was still in her bed, fully clothed, with a very dangerous vampire sleeping next to her… fully clothed as well. The entire sex scene was a dream. Relief washed over her as well as secret disappointment. Elijah was sound asleep and Elena felt him pull her closer into his arms while he spooned her. Something had sparked inside of her, and she could not explain it. Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to push the vivid pictures of her and the Original getting it on out of her mind. Sleeping with the enemy; it was the last thought that floated around in her pretty head before she finally drifted off to sleep.