So here is the third chapter. Thanks a lot to guys who read and reviewed, you are all amazing. I have great no. of visitors and views on this story but less reviews.

Me- please Elijah ask them for me, I promise I'll leave you alone.

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Me-I don't own vampire diaries or the originals but I wish I could own Elijah.

Elijah-stop irritating me.

Me-*runs away sobbing*

This chapter has lemon, you have been warned. Enjoy :)

Chapter three

The feel of your hand in mine,

The touch of your lips on my skin,

They fill me with liquid fire,

Burning me from within.

I still remember,

That day of December,

When I first saw you,

Standing beside that lone grave,

You looked heartbreaking,

Or shall I say heartbroken?

The moment your eyes met mine,

I forgot the words I had to say,

I just looked in that endless infinite dark,

A fascination in me started to sway.

It was as if fire and ice met,

And warning them was too late,

I burned you,

You froze me,

But the passion never went away.

So we stayed,

Locked In the mindless frenzy,

Of craze and possession,

We clung like poison ivy,

Destroying each other,

Feeding venom to our souls.

It's been long since I last saw you,

Too long since we parted our ways,

But still the old passion rears its head,

We seethe the burning fires

Of our lust and hate

Fire and ice meet again,

Encased in eternal sin,

And we feed ourselves to it,

Never to love again,

Never to meet….

-Fatal by Lucifera Santez

Verrira crept out from her sister's bedroom shutting the door quietly. This was the third time this week poor girl had started screaming in her sleep.

Verrira understood what Nyx was going through. It was always hard to move on from a betrayal, and she knew how it felt.

Her feet carried her towards the smaller garden near the back of the castle, hidden from the prying eyes. She sat down thinking about all that could have been.

Love, it left the taste of ashes infused with the cloying sweetness of an over ripe fruit in her mouth. Once upon a time she too had been naive, young and foolish enough to fall in love.

People thought love was something that enriched their life, poets considered it filled the life with colors of happiness, and writers wrote romances depicting that in the end love conquered all. But love had taken everything from her, everything she had ever cherished. It had made her disloyal to her brothers; she had committed mistakes that weren't worth mentioning because of love.

Was love supposed to be selfish? Was it supposed to hurt? Did love tell you to forsake your brother so that he would be punished, burned in the fires of purgatory?

She was a creator and yet she had destroyed numerous creations because of her one selfish desire.

Gods were supposed to be perfect, without any kind of blemish but here she was a glowing example of imperfection.

She wanted to right the wrongs she had committed but she had no idea where to start from.

It had all started the day she had met him, the dark elemental Azmor Iven Vearinniar.

She could still remember his face as if she had seen him yesterday. The dark golden locks, deep violet eyes that looked almost black, the ruby mouth which looked like he had drank fresh blood, which he was rumored to.

She still remembered the first time she had seen him, the first time they had touched by accident, their first kiss, and the first time they had made love. He had been her world but he had ripped that apart. He had stomped on the pieces of her broken heart, without flinching without giving a second thought.

If she wanted she could forget everything related to him but she remembered. She remembered so she wouldn't make the same mistake again, wouldn't leave herself vulnerable.

She was supposed to be a higher being that didn't do petty things like jealousy, anger and hate but she felt them. Perhaps too strongly than humans.

She lost herself in that first day, when she had seen him by mistake.

She was sitting quietly with her back propped against the oak tree, the small lake in front of her. The sky was teeming with clouds and it looked as if it was gonna rain very soon. She was pondering what to write next in her letter to her crush Ejemus, when she heard it. A quiet crunch on leaves, fainter than the gentlest breeze behind her at some distance.

She became alert but nothing came, she thought it to be trick of her busy mind and she was sucked in the pandemonium of thinking again. But after sometime she felt it again, a shiver that danced on her skin. Goosebumps erupted.

"Who's there? Show yourself." She commanded in the best confident voice she could muster.

"Damn and I thought I was sneaky." It was a beautiful voice, like some dark whisper, some dark desire you kept buried in the secret corners of your heart and never wanted to examine in the light of the day.

He materialized three feet away from her, a tall man with hair like dark gold and most beautiful features she had ever seen.

She examined his straight nose, beautiful mouth and god like profile, well godly profile. Surely she must be imagining this divine creature. She didn't realize she had been staring.

"Like something you see darling?" he smirked.

The nerve of the man, she scowled who the hell did he think he was?

"Azmor Iven Vearinniar and I prefer Iven."

"Get out of my head you moron." She shouted.

"But I was never in there, love. It was written on your face." He was steadfast in his reply.

"As if I am going to believe that." She mumbled.

"Ah then you must be Ardiendus's sister. Pleasure meeting you love, what are you writing?"

"None of your damn business." She snapped. Holy Nikki in heavens this man was getting on her nerves.

"Then it must be a love letter, who is the lucky Sub elemental?"

"Leave me alone." She yelled as she stood up to walk away.

"Can't do that love, you see I am feeling a very urgent need of company." He grinned.

Resigned she sat down trying to think the words that could convey what she felt about Ejemus, but nothing came.

He was sitting beside her, staring at the lake as if he could gouge out its entire secret, or maybe he could. Defeated she thought of starting a conversation with him but he beat her to it.

"Do you like him? The guy you are trying to write your first love letter to." He asked silently.

"I think." She answered. Because truthfully she didn't know what she felt towards Ejemus?

"You aren't sure?"

"No."

"Why do you like him?" his voice was wistful.

"Every guy I have ever met or meet, they start grilling me about my brothers, what kind of powers I do have as if Verrira as a person doesn't even exist except for what kind of powers she can wield. Ejemus is the first guy who hasn't shown an ounce of interest in my siblings or my powers or even in me particularly, he is always with a book, always studying, he doesn't even care what others say about him. Let's just say he fascinates me." She had never shared this much about her love life with anyone let alone an unfamiliar person but maybe that's why she had told him, because he was stranger.

"He expects you will chase him." his answer was softly spoken as if he was contemplating whether or not he wanted to tell her.

"Pardon?"

"Boys think if they don't show interest, you will probably notice them." He clarified.

"And do you think like that?" confusion and curiosity was evident in her voice.

He laughed, "I am a man sweetheart, and I don't ignore what I like. I take it."

"Even when the thing you like belongs to someone else?"

"Especially then love, especially when it belongs to someone else." His voice was smoke and honey drenching her in its heavenly flavor.

"Have you no morals?" her tone was not scathing or condescending, she was just curious but it still hurt.

"Haven't you heard about me love? I have heard they say these days Dark elemental Vearinniar has started drinking blood for powers." He scoffed.

"And do you?"

"What?" he was irritated.

"Drink blood?"

"Off course you would say that. Demetrius's darling sister," he sneered, "what have your brothers told you about me?" he spat. His face was dangerously close to hers. The mention of her brother with that scornful tone freed the bonds on her anger, she had just asked him a simple question and he had taken her head off for it.

"Don't you dare start on my brothers. What the hell do you know about them huh? You have no right to judge them. You don't know anything about me so don't take that patronizing air. I am not some kid." She thundered.

"Who would have thought little princess Evyanton has all that fire buried under perfectly acceptable and pretty exterior." His eyes were burning pools of violet and she sat staring, caught in his gaze, a slow fire enveloping her being.

She stared at his lips and she wanted to kiss him so bad, the physical attraction was becoming a living, breathing entity between them.

"I am not anyone's princess." She murmured still staring at his lips. They were so close, if she moved a little bit she could have her lips on his. The darkness in him attracted her as nothing had attracted her before. She wanted to taste its intensity in him. She wanted to devour, nibble, and savor him all over.

"You could be mine. Have you ever kissed little Verrira?" the way he said her name in husky whisper sent a consciousness of arousal along her spine.

"Yes I have, countless times." She lied. She was now practically in his lap. She didn't know how they had reached this stage from casually conversing, to fighting then standing on the precipice of their first kiss.

"Boys sweetheart, you have kissed boys. Let me teach you how to kiss a man." His tongue touched the corner of her mouth, and his fingers delved in her hair slowly taking out the pins. Slowly her glorious bronze hair tumbled free from its restraint curtaining them.

"You should leave it free, it suits you." He muttered.

She was in a haze of his scent, the touch of his skin and the lips that were so close to touch yet so apart. She had never felt like this. She had never felt this passion fighting to get out, fighting to burn her in its concentration. For the first time she wanted to burn, to drown, to soak up the spell he was weaving with his actions and words.

She looked up in his eyes to see the clouds of fervor gathering in their depths and she parted her lips to answer him, to say something but he shook his head. She knew he was going to kiss her. His intent was evident in every breath they took, every touch they shared. The waves of his masculine sexuality crashed over her and she found herself sinking. Her head was telling her to get away, think something sensible, he wasn't called the eternal seducer for nothing but she ignored everything except for the heat that was racing in her veins arousing her to a degree of painful force.

His fingers touched her lips and it felt as if he had burned her, the blaze he had started spread consuming every rational thought in her head, so she pulled him towards her and her lips met his.

Then she was kissing him as if she had waited her whole life to do it. A soft groan vibrated in his throat, he closed his arms around her and cajoled her lips to cosset in the likes a kiss she had never received before.

It was full pure assault of his sensuality that dazed as well as astounded her. Just like the heat coming from him, his hard, powerfully built body, the controlled power in his arms holding her close. When he speared a set of long fingers into her hair and tilted her head back, the move broke the grip she held on his nape, and her hands glided around to his front, feeling the working of his muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes.

His groan of pleasure told her what she needed to know. He loved the touch of her skin as much as she loved his. He courted her lips with a sensuality that left her gasping for breath, he nudged at her lips with his tongue asking her to let him in. she opened her mouth and he delved in the moist dark cavern of her sweet essence. His tongue teased hers. She had never been kissed like this. After few moments she decided to copy what he was doing and her tongue twined with his. The shudder of his pleasure was evident and so was something poking her thigh. He was aroused and he wanted her. It was a heady thing; she had seduced the master seducer. They broke apart and both were panting. Her face was red with embarrassment or shyness he couldn't tell.

"You confound me." He said as his fingers traced patterns on her arms.

"And you want me." The pleasure was evident in her tone.

"I do love." He was surprised with his admission.

"So you say." She smirked as her hands traveled to the uppermost fastening of his shirt. He was watching her, perhaps anticipating what she was gonna do next. But when she was about to pop out the button his fingers formed a vice around her wrist.

"You are playing with fire, princess mine. Be careful or else you are gonna get burned." His voice oozed sex.

"Perhaps I want to be burned seducer." She said flippantly.

"Not today love, your darling brothers are gonna send a search party for you if I start burning you as you so eloquently put." He smirked.

"Does the burning take so long?" she was grinning.

"You have no idea love, how long I can burn you." His voice was aptly suggestive.

She blushed and his fingers traced the lines of her face.

"What about the guy you were writing the letter to?" he tried to keep out the hint of jealousy from his voice.

"Who? I don't remember anyone." And they both laughed, his baritone mixing with her melodic voice.

"It's getting late, I have to go." He said.

Her face fell. "Okay then." She mumbled.

"Till we meet again princess mine. And for the record I tried blood on a dare, its taste didn't suit my palate." And with the last laugh at her stunned face he was gone, vanishing and she was left with smile on her face…

That was the first time she had met him and he had turned her world upside down. Nothing had existed except for him and only him. She had yearned for him with a hunger she had been sure was love. How utterly youthful she had been. He had been her first love and her first lover. She still could feel the ghost of his touch along her skin…..…..

She clung to him as if he was her anchor in the storm and maybe he was. This was insanity but it felt so right. This moment felt perfect when she was in his arms, and he was peppering the arch of her neck with open mouthed kisses. Her arms wound themselves around the strong column of his throat, her fingers busying themselves in the feathery golden strands. She was wild for his touch this night and she didn't know what was prompting her, driving her to claim him. The hunger that gnawed inside her, she couldn't explain it in words. It was like fiercest storm, reckless, passionate and famished. Maybe it was all the secrecy surrounding their relationship. He didn't want to tell the world about them right now. He said he had to prove himself first. And moreover he joked her brothers were going to kill him once they found out he had taken liberties with their sister.

These stolen moments were all that she had with him and she savored every morsel. So when his hands descended to discard her clothes she didn't stop him, she returned the favor and in no time they were lying without a stitch on their bodies beneath the sky and stars where they had first met.

With a kind of conjecture, she spread her hands over his chest. Hard, warm. Strength just on the edge of peril held brutally in check. She knew it, even as her curious fingers traced up, over broad shoulders, down the taut muscles of his arms. She heard the soft slinky purr before she recognized it had come from her own throat.

"Close your eyes sweetheart." She quietly obeyed him.

"Now open them." They were lying tangled up with her beneath him on a bed soft as cloud. She could see the emerald drapes covering the four poster and his impressive body on hers.

The simple feeling of touch, god it was so erotic. "Let me in your mind love; let me love you as a man loves his woman." He whispered. And she gave herself to him without hesitation; let him in her mind, an act that was dangerous and risky. She forgot the words of caution, she forgot what her sister Mathilda had told her forgot that letting him in her mind could endanger her brothers, endanger the peace of the perpetual realm. She just gave herself to him completely without inhibitions. Her mind, body and soul were his.

She could feel the skin of his hands and the heat of his body as it moved with hers. Every sensation was heightened, intensified and with a single blazing, long kiss he brought her to crest. She moaned out her bliss, the pure splendor of her body sliding over the velvet rim. Her mind went blank only to come in utter focus as his teeth grazed her neck.

She was beyond the coherent understanding of his mind, something so pure and innocent wrapped in the sensuality of a nymph. Now his hands could feel, take, and feast without restraint. Smooth pale skin and curves, the fragrance of love and innocence cloaking her.

Perhaps he wanted to plunder; the darkness in him was a beast straining the chains of his self control. He could take and she wouldn't deny him. But he only offered tenderness, he offered her love.

She moved beneath him, touching and taunting, teasing and tasting. She burned him and then soothed it with the cool touch of her tongue. Dark and heavy, her eyes met his, and her lips curved in a small smile.

"You know I am quite new at this." Her fingers slide in his hair.

"I will go slow sweetheart, trust me." He smiled, but she couldn't see the strain beneath the smile, she failed to see the curl of his fingers, didn't notice the guilt entering his eyes.

He lowered his mouth again, taking her breasts. Her body arched and she gave a breathy moan. Then she whimpered, and the hand that had delved through his hair fisted, pressing him directly against her. Heat flared, a jolt to the core. His tongue besieged, his teeth veiled of sting. She gave herself over to it, to him, wavering again as both mind and body steeped in contentment. No one had ever touched her this way, so deep it seemed he knew her needs and secrets better than she herself. Her heart shuddered, and then ascended under his gently ruthless mouth. She clung to him now, sighing mindlessly as they rolled over the bed, as flesh grew moist with desire and minds were hazy with delight.

He tasted of salt, spice and Iven. He gave whatever she most wanted and she opened to his touch like a blooming rose. When he reached for her, she met him with the same flaming desire as his. Her lips were like molten fire as they touched his shoulder, chest and finally his greedy lips. She was warm and wet against his hands, her body arching like a taut bow as he gave her a gentle nudge. Pleasure, love and fear were evident in her gaze. His eyes were sharp on her face as she closed hers and felt herself soaring. Her nails left the crescent indents in his skin as she sobbed out the sensations gripping her.

When he plunged in her, a cry of anguish left her throat as he broke her innocence. Held there in his gaze, quivering, bared to him without any secrets she felt whole. She watched as the idea of claiming her fired his blood, making him senseless with passion.

Then she started to move. Slow, achingly slow as every long deep thrust coaxed out a moan. She was only aware of his eyes, those beautiful violet orbs that prodded every secret out of her soul taking her to a place where only feelings and sensations existed. A slow crescendo started building and every glide of their body fed fragments of zeal to it. She could feel the pulse throb, concentrating on a singular place ready to burst. And when it did, they were one mind and body flying towards the chasm of pleasure. Her body arched hard against him and she came apart with his name softly on her lips. Saying her name he buried his face in her hair and leaped in the whirl of sensations….

She cursed him, she cursed the fucking memory. She hated herself for being so gullible. She remembered these memories every night so that she won't ever forget what pain and betrayal felt like.

Her supposed love had eloped and married Andrea Fyodorona a week later and she had been summoned by the tribunal for a disciplinary hearing for using her staff to deliberately create chaos, to create darkness.

The accusations had started piling up against her and her whole life had been dissected by the tribunal members, laid before the whole realm to see. Sub elementals who had never dared to look her brothers, her sister in eyes had started questioning the validity of their creation. Just because of her they had questioned the legitimacy of elementals foundation.

All of the drama because she had thought herself to be in love with Azmor Iven Vearinniar. And what an event it had turned out to be. The tribunal had dug and they had unearthed that Verrira Evyanton had stolen the fire staff, her own brother's staff and used it to destroy three worlds. She had created abomination, creatures without tribunals affirmative. And the greatest accusation, she had created an eternal dark realm just beneath realm perpetual.

Nobody, nobody except for the tribunal president or her siblings was supposed to do that.

She had begged him, how she had pleaded with him before the whole world to tell them that she had been with him when everything had happened, she couldn't have done any of it. But he had denied knowing her, denied that there ever existed a relationship between them. He had sat there among the spectators with his wife, her so called best friend and had watched as Verrira Evyanton had been stripped of her eternity, as she had been mocked, condemned, punished for loving a man she should never have loved.

Her brothers had stood behind her, her sister a pillar of strength in the chaotic times. Nikolas had descended like wrath on any sub elemental who had dared to bad mouth her.

The world had witnessed the breaking of Verrira Evyanton as they had called her every bad name they could think of. She had come to know that dark elemental Vearinniar had been an arch nemesis of fire elemental Ardiendus Evyanton and she had been a pawn in his quest for vengeance.

She had considered Andrea her sister and the aforesaid sister had stabbed her in the back.

He had planned everything, from his casual stumbling on her, distracting her about Ejemus, to seducing her. He had faked the love, the sincerity, the caring and she the ultimate sucker had fallen for it. That's why he had kept their relationship hidden like some dirty secret.

She had felt so dirty, so used. She had tried to end her life but someone had saved her. Veritas, her twin brother.

The tribunal had decided out the punishment, they were set on sending her to burn in purgatory for three millennia and a lifelong banishment from the eternal realm but Veritas had interfered again. The stupid fool had taken every blame upon himself, he had confessed of doing things he had no knowledge of and the tribunal had punished him.

Even now when she closed her eyes, she could hear his shrieks of pain as the hell fire slowly ate him away and the fountain of eternity renewed his body.

But she couldn't see him like that, she couldn't bear the weight of guilt, so she had been adamant that she had done everything, she had also accepted she had seduced Dark elemental Vearinniar with the purpose of blaming everything on him. She had even invented few guilty deeds.

The panel had decided to banish her from the eternal realm. She had clung to her siblings as they had forced her to move, the world had watched as her own father had taken away her immortality, every drop of her power and placed the curse of sleep on her. She had felt every shade, every pinch of agony imaginable as they had ripped her apart from her family and cast her off in this nearly barren realm, starving and wounded.

She had been with child. Her poor baby had died because her mother had been too trusting, too good. She had bled for days, lying in dirt, as her body had pushed whatever had been left of her baby. She had thought she had died until she had felt soft hands trying to work out the tangles in her hair. In her feverish and grief riddled state she had thought it had been her sister or her brothers but when she had opened her eyes she had found a woman with Elena Gilbert's face sitting beside her. That had been two thousand years ago.

Amara had nursed her back with some help from her love Silas. She had never felt she could feel connected with a human being but Amara with all her goodness and kindness had won her. She and Silas had shown her that love existed. It was rare but it was there.

When she had felt strong she had decided to search for her twin, search for the doors of purgatory. She had embraced the chaotic part of her heritage, the Castelleragh part. One she had inherited from her mother, the personification of chaos, the ultimate darkness.

She had built her energy bit by bit. And when the moon had reached the part where her curse activated she had slept and channeled that darkness. Amid that centuries had passed, Amara and Silas had perished, but she had vowed to look out for their descendents.

So she had looked and she had built herself bit by bit, fashioning her new scepter. Then she had found Stefan Salvatore, and everything had started again. The same face of Silas had stared back at her, his manners so much like her brother Veritas and the hard shell around her heart had cracked.

Nyx and Jason weren't the only damaged ones in the house. She was more broken than any of them. People said your past made you what you were and it was right. Her past had fashioned this Verrira Evyanton who didn't need the elemental magic to create, her past had made this Verrira who wasn't weak, the past had created this monster that killed for pleasure, the killer who relished in blood, it had shoved her in the eternal darkness and she had adapted, learned to survive. She was strong, stronger than Azmor Iven Vearinniar had ever been, perhaps even stronger than the father who had discarded her and her siblings as if they were nothing; she was strong enough to protect her sister Nyx and her brother Jason.

Past was a funny thing, it gave you masochistic pleasure to look back and analyze what you did wrong. Even when she was torn inside, broken to the verge of no mending she could appreciate the irony of it.

Tomorrow she had to cook Jason's favorite breakfast, and take Nyx shopping. She was looking forward, eager to meet tomorrow as she had been from past three years. They gave her a sense of peace, belonging that she had searched for millennia and had found briefly with Stefan and they loved her because she was their Verrira, their sister who would do anything for their happiness. The thought of Jason's face when she gifted him his much awaited sports car brought a smile to her face. And she fell asleep beneath the twinkling stars and watchful eye of the moon….

The man appeared out of shadows quietly as he made his way towards sleeping form of Verrira Evyanton. She looked beautiful, the same she had looked when he had first met her, when she had been trying to write a love letter to a sub elemental. The beginning of smile graced his lips.

He sat with her in his lap as he stroked her hair. He knew he had to go, he couldn't risk Nikolas seeing him but he wanted to sit there and make sure she slept peacefully.

How stupid he had been, thinking he could make her fall in love with him and keep his heart safe. He had hurt her when she had done nothing but loved him. He had thought he could hurt Ardiendus by hurting his sister but he had never thought it would hurt him too. Victory had never tasted like ashes before. He had been stupid sitting there arrogantly with that bitch Andrea thinking her father would never punish her, her brothers would save her but she had been punished. Punished for something she had never done, her twin brother had been punished because he had loved his sister to the point of taking her blames on himself. He had watched and cried as his baby had died, as his own quest of vengeance and arrogance had killed his child, as she had been on the verge of death but he couldn't do anything. He had left the eternal realm and he had never returned because there was nothing to return to.

He knew she was going to take out her wrath on originals. She was going to punish them for the crimes she felt were unforgivable, breaking an innocent's heart and playing with their trust. He knew she would punish the originals for his mistakes too. He had lived with guilt and love for so long they were nearly indistinguishable, but he knew he had to win her back or die trying. He would accept death gladly if it was her who offered it. And for entering her life he had to help poor originals. He smirked, they didn't stand a chance against her but with his support they might.

Love was supposed to be beautiful but he had made the emotion ugly. So it was his responsibility to teach her to love again, because a heart like Verrira's was made for love. After two thousand years he had mustered enough courage to approach her.

If he could he would tell her how sorry he was for everything, and if he could he would change the moment he had thought of using her but he couldn't. So there was only one thing left, to beg her forgiveness and hope that she forgives him but it sounded too farfetched.

He sat with her in his lap as sky teemed with colors, and when it was time for goodbye, he kissed her cheek and a single tear rolled from his eyes and settled on her lashes like virgin dew on a new leaf and Azmor Iven Vearinniar melted in the receding shadows…..

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