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29 Years Later
Elena couldn't keep herself from nodding her head along to Elton John's "The Bitch is Back'. Classic 80's music really seemed to highlight the clothes on display at fashion week in Milan. She laughed when she found Rebekah giving her a mildly amused look.
Elena shook with laughter and nudged Rebekah's shoulder until she joined in with her crazy dancing. It wasn't like they were the only people at the show bobbing their heads to the infectious beat.
She turned her attention back towards the stage but her attention was grabbed by a woman a few seats down. The blonde had stood to remove her cardigan which revealed the slanting lettering of her soul mark between her shoulder blades.
Elena's eyes grew round as her mouth popped open. The blonde had returned to her seat before she could alert Rebekah.
"I'll meet you outside," Elena jumped up at the end of the show, "there is something I need to check out."
"Alright," Rebekah sighed and shouldered her purse, "but hurry. We're supposed to meet Jeremy for lunch."
"I still don't know how I feel about you and my brother," Elena teased. She rolled her eyes and giggled.
"Blame the universe, 'Lena," Rebekah chuckled. It had been during the walk to escape the sounds of Klaus and Caroline tearing apart his bedroom that Jeremy had shown her the elegant cursive writing across his ribs; Kol had given his blood a few years later so the happy couple were safe from a potential sire bond.
"I'll meet you outside," she promised.
Spinning on her heel she pushed through the bustling crowd as quickly as she could without using vampire speed. Luckily for her the woman she was looking for did not seem to be in a great rush. She reached out when she reached the end of the stage and tapped the shoulder of the short blonde.
"Hello," Elena grinned from ear to ear.
"Hi?" Her green eyes flickered over Elena's face as a nervous smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Her gaze caught the lapis lazuli on Elena's finger.
"I'm Elena," she held out her hand.
"Lexa," she shook her hand and froze when her suspicions were confirmed. "For the life of me I can't understand why a vampire is introducing herself to me," Lexa's voice dropped to a hushed whisper.
"Witch?" Elena's brows rose. This is just perfect. "Well, Lexa," she smiled brightly, "I was hoping I could persuade you to take off your sweater."
"Seriously?" Lexa took a hesitant step back.
Elena nodded. "I saw you take it off earlier and caught a glimpse of your…"
"My soul mark?" Lexa blinked.
"Yes," she grinned, "and I think I recognized the writing."
"That bodes well for me," Lexa sighed, "does that mean my soulmate's a vampire?"
"Maybe," Elena smirked, "maybe not. I just thought the writing looked familiar."
Lexa rolled her eyes before slipping the grey cardigan down her arms and turning around.
Rebekah stood in front of her mirror and held up one dress after another. She spun around and held them up for Elena's inspection.
"Black or red…?" Rebekah tilted her head when she found the brunette sprawled across her bed texting. "Elena?"
"What?" She looked up from her phone.
"Which dress should I wear?" Rebekah held up the two choices again.
Elena tilted her head and pursed her lips in concentration before nodding to the one on the left. She jumped up and slid the zipper in place.
"It just needs one final touch," Elena surveyed the strapless red dress in the mirror. She winked before flashing across the apartment and back.
"My old locket," Rebekah grinned when Elena fastened the chain around her neck.
"A witch did say it was supposed to help you find love," Elena stepped back and leaned against the foot of the bed.
"I was under the impression I already had that," she slid into her heels. "She also said it would bring me luck."
"Let's go for luck then," Elena smirked.
"Luck," Rebekah nodded.
Elena picked up her phone when it chimed and answered the incoming text message.
"Who have you been texting all day?" Rebekah's eyes narrowed.
"Jeremy," she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and followed Rebekah into the spacious kitchen, "and this girl I met in Milan last week."
"Your texting some Italian girl?" Rebekah tilted her head and pulled a bag of blood from the fridge to warm up.
"She's actually from Brooklyn," Elena glanced up from her phone to take the mug of blood Rebekah placed in front of her, "she was one of the designers; I introduced myself to her after the show. She's cute as a button: curly blond hair and green eyes. I'm pretty sure she designed the dress you're wearing."
"Cute," Rebekah arched an eyebrow, "are you switching teams on us?"
"No," Elena rolled her eyes, "I just made a new friend."
"That's great," Rebekah nodded. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "When was the last time you were on a date, anyway?"
"It was before she transitioned," Caroline strode in through the front door and hopped up on the counter. Stealing Elena's mug she took a sip and lowered the pink ceramic. A devilish smirk lifted the corners of her mouth and made her eyes sparkle.
"I will have you know I had a date six years ago," Elena crossed her arms. She had tried dating a few times over the past few decades, but it had never felt right.
"Are we talking about a date or a 'date'?" Caroline wiggled her eyebrows.
"You've been spending too much time with Klaus," Elena accused lightly while ignoring the insinuation.
"I was asking about the second kind of date," Rebekah snickered. "You know… the kind that ends with some broken furniture, torn knickers, and a bra hanging from the ceiling fan."
Caroline paled at the memory of the bedroom after she and Klaus had been together the first time. She gave Rebekah a pointed look before turning her attention back to Elena.
"If that is the kind of date we are talking about then it was most definitely while she was still human," Caroline smirked and leaned back on the counter. "Don't bother denying it Elena. You're super uptight these days and you have been for decades; it's been nearly 30 years since you've gotten some."
"Right," Elena murmured. She tucked her phone back into her pocket and avoided their eyes. "I think I'm going to turn in early," she cleared her throat, "maybe watch a movie in bed."
Rebekah grabbed her purse when a soft knock sounded on the door.
"That's Jeremy," she slid into her jacket, "we're going out. Why don't you see what that was all about?"
"Try and stop me," Caroline laughed before flashing into Elena's bedroom.
Elena sighed when she came out of the closet in pajamas. She rolled her eyes before picking up her laptop and climbing into the bed beside Caroline.
"I thought you were going back home tonight," she logged in and opened Netflix.
"I am," Caroline stretched out and snatched the computer. "I'm going as soon as you spill the beans." She tilted her head when Elena glared. "You're hiding something."
"I am not," she denied.
"So you're denying that you've gotten laid in recent years?"
"Yes," Elena nodded. She was still a relatively young vampire and considered 'recent' to be a relative term.
"Okay," Caroline nodded before closing the laptop. "New topic…"
Elena shifted onto her hip so she was facing Caroline when she used the conspiratorial tone she had perfected. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like what was coming out of her mouth and hurried to get in ahead.
"I'm up for any topic," Elena lifted a finger, "with the exception of my sex life, or your sex life… I don't want to hear about what you and Klaus get up to behind closed doors."
"It's not always behind a door," Caroline winked. She laughed when Elena whacked her with a pillow. "Alright… alright," she threw the throw pillow across the bedroom. "I want to know about you."
"What do you want to know?" Elena crossed her arms and watched the smile turn serious on her best friends face.
"It's been thirty years," Caroline picked a spot on the comforter and frowned, "you've forgiven Rebekah for killing you. You've forgiven Finn for compelling you. You've even forgiven Klaus for everything, which was really surprising to both of us."
"I never said I forgave Klaus," Elena interrupted.
"You forgave him," Caroline gave her a pointed look. "If you hadn't forgiven him you never would have told him about this," she ran her finger over the letters on her skin. "We are getting off topic though. My point is that you have forgiven each of the Originals in turn; are you ever going to forgive him."
"Caroline…"
"He's your soulmate Elena," she stared into the brunette's eyes. "He is your soulmate and you haven't even spoken to him in thirty years."
Elena drew her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down when she turned her gaze to the pillow in her lap. She was surprised when she didn't sink into the mattress and disappear.
"It hasn't been quite that long," she murmured. Had they not both been vampires Caroline would have never heard her. "We ran into each other once." Her throat closed with a mixture of sorrow and anger.
"And you're still mad," Caroline surmised.
"No," Elena shook her head, "well… yes and no… not about the compulsion…"
"What are you so upset about then?" Caroline wrapped her arm around Elena's shoulders when she started to shake. "What did he do Elena? Do you want me to kick his ass, or I can get Klaus to dagger him for you?"
Elena shook her head and took a deep breath.
"What happened, Elena?"
Elena leaned back against the pillows and stared up at her ceiling. It was ridiculous to feel sad. Her disappointment and sorrow turned her body to lead though.
"He let me walk away," she shrugged. "I don't want to talk about this Care," she gave her friend a pointed look before turning her gaze towards the door.
"I'm not going to leave you when you're so upset," Caroline kicked off her shoes. "You don't want to talk that's fine, but I'm not leaving." She reached for the computer and opened Netflix. "What are we watching? I'm assuming RomComs are out."
15 Years Earlier
Elena adjusted her purse on her shoulder and surveyed the bustling crowd of tourists and locals. She could easily tell them apart. The locals ran to get to work on time while the tourists paused on every corner and oohed and awed over every brick.
She rolled her eyes at the amount of flashes going off before strolling down the street and cutting through an alley. Her brows knit together when a broad chest appeared in front of her. She glanced over her shoulder to find two more men and a woman. From the smell she could tell they were vampires.
"Katherine Pierce," The first man leered down at her. "We owe you one after that little stunt you pulled in Cairo."
"Didn't think we'd ever see you again," the woman crowed.
Fear curled at the base of her spine. She got the sense that each of the vampires surrounding her was older, and even if they were not and Katherine had only screwed them over in the last few years Elena was severely outnumbered.
"You've got the wrong Petrova," her smile was tight. The edges of her lips strained upwards. "I'm Elena."
"You really expect us to believe that?" One of the goons scoffed.
The air was knocked from her lungs when the first blow landed. She grunted and gasped as the ribs healed and spat blood onto the asphalt. Adrenaline raced through her veins whirled out of the first vampire's path. Unfortunately she was outnumbered.
Her arms were wrenched behind her back. The contents of her purse were upended onto the ground when the bag was knocked aside. She closed her eyes and waited for the first blow that was sure to come.
Her eyes popped open when her arms were released. She heard a rush of air followed by a shrill scream. She forced her hand through the burly vampire, who had blocked her path, and tore out his heart before turning around and preparing to strike whoever had taken out her assailants.
"You've got a real talent for getting into trouble," he wiped the blood from his hands with a handkerchief.
"I had it handled," Elena glared. She crushed the organ in her hand and bent to lift a Kleenex from her bag.
"That one was about to kill you," he pointed to the vampire behind her.
Elena swiped the worst of the blood from her hand.
"What exactly did you do to earn their ire?"
"Me?" Her head snapped up. "Me!" She dropped the bloody tissue and advanced. "This had nothing to do with me. You are looking at four people Katherine managed to tick off. Why are you here, anyway? How did you even find me?"
"I was in the area on business," he lifted his wrist, "and you were in trouble," he nodded to the would be assailants.
"I can take care of myself, Elijah," her eyes narrowed. She swallowed down her annoyance and glared; somewhere in the back of her mind she registered that they were getting progressively closer together. He was an industrial strength magnet and she was a paper clip; she was powerless to stop it.
Her mind flashed back to the last time she had seen him in the Caribbean. The night she had told him to leave and her heart had shattered into a million pieces when he did.
"Clearly," he scoffed. "What the bloody hell were you thinking coming into this city alone?"
Elena's glared. She could feel the heat coming off his body and smell the blood still clinging to his hand. Her eyes flickered down when his hands grasped her hips.
One of the main reasons she had wanted space was because of the effect he had on her body. Even as a human he'd had the power to get her hot and bothered with a single look, and the transition had only heightened her emotions. If anything her reaction was stronger than ever.
Truth be told she'd had more than enough time to work out the things that she wanted. She knew she wanted him. She knew she missed him, but looking at him now she also knew that she was still mad at him.
Once again he had swooped in to 'save' her life, and yeah she knew that she'd likely have been killed without him, but it wouldn't have killed him to ask if she wanted his help. The fact that he was clearly angry with her only fueled her own rage.
That magnetic pull was still there though. Grabbing the back of his neck she crashed her lips to his in a bruising kiss.
That same energy swirled between them once more.
Elena jumped when his hands moved down to her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist. The cold bricks of the alley wall cooled her heated skin. Her moan was wanton when his teeth scraped the skin behind her left ear. Fire curled in her abdomen when he continued to lick and nip the mark on her skin.
His dress shirt shredded beneath her fingernails; buttons rained down on the floor of the alley.
He pulled the zipper on the front of her dress so her breasts were exposed to the warm summer air. He groaned around the supple flesh of her tit when her hands unhooked his belt and pulled his hard shaft free.
Elena squeezed him before pumping her hand quickly. Her free hand raked down his back and drew thin lines of blood when he tore her lace panties and slid two fingers into her dripping pussy.
She thrust her head back against the hard bricks when he stroked her inner walls and used his thumb to manipulate her clit. It was his lips harsh attack on her soul mark that made the colours explode behind her eyes.
Elijah met her lidded eyes before removing his hand and thrusting into her quivering body.
Elena was pretty sure the bricks turned to dust as he drove into her hard and fast. She was certain there would be an impression of her back in the wall when they were done. She curled her fingers into his short hair and brought his mouth to hers in a hard kiss. She fell apart with his tongue in her mouth and his straining cock deep in her body.
A combination of fluids slid down her shaking legs when he lowered her body back to the ground. If she had still been human she might have stumbled when she stepped around him and fixed her dress.
Without saying a word she bent and picked up her bag. The question of which Petrova he had been thinking of kept racing through her mind.
She was still angry, but her anger had nothing to do with his compulsion. She had been tempted to call him so many times over the past fourteen years, but she had felt like she would have been competing with her ancestors.
Just once she wanted to know what it was like to be with someone who had never been with her doppelgangers; it would have been nice not to compete.
She stole a glance at him over her shoulder when his phone rang. She turned and blinked back her tears when she heard the voice: Katherine. She exhaled when he ended the call and walked away.
"Elena…"
Her heart stuttered in her chest.
Elena jerked awake when the phone continued to chirp. It was quite possibly the most annoying sound she had ever heard in her life. She buried her head under her pillow and slapped weakly at Caroline's shoulder.
"'lo?" Caroline mumbled into the receiver.
"You're alive. That's good."
"Klaus?" She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Caroline swore when she saw the time. "I'm sorry I meant to call."
"Is everything alright, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," Caroline ran her hand through her hair. "It's fine. Elena needed some girl time. I guess we fell asleep… hang on a sec…"
Caroline lowered the phone and lifted her eyebrow expectantly when Rebekah appeared at the foot of the bed. The other blonde was practically vibrating with energy and struggling to suppress a grin.
Rebekah lifted her hand and Caroline shrieked.
Elena jolted upright and glared. Her annoyance faded quickly though when she saw the reason for the screaming. Her own pleased screams added to that of the two blondes had Klaus demanding to know what was wrong and if they were in danger.
Caroline finally addressed him when she heard the jingle of car keys.
"Rebekah's engaged."
"Is that all? Well it's about bloody time."
It was a good thing he was on the phone so he couldn't see the way the three women turned towards his voice and lifted an eyebrow.
"Rebekah's engaged," Klaus poured a few glasses of bourbon and passed them to his brothers.
"Is that what all that screaming was about?" Kol glanced up from his book.
"How did you find out so quickly?" Finn sipped his drink.
"I called to find out where Caroline was," he dropped into a club chair. "I guess Elena needed some 'girl time', not quite sure what that meant… anyway she was there when Rebekah got home."
"I can't believe they had girl time without me," Kol gasped dramatically. "Actually… probably a good thing. The last time I got in the middle of one of those events I wound up with blue toenails."
"And how is Elena?"
Kol lifted his wrist and made a show of reading his watch.
"What is that, Nik?" He glanced up from the glittering gold. "Less than a minute by my estimation."
"I would have said less than half," Finn quipped. "Which is an improvement over the last time her name was mentioned; what was that, 10 seconds?"
"Less," Klaus chuckled, "it was instantaneous."
"At least he's waiting until her name is mentioned," Kol smirked, "unlike the time I got back from Spain."
"You barely made it through the door," Klaus nodded. "I'm pretty sure he calls Rebekah at least once a week just to hear her voice in the background."
"Could you perhaps answer the question," Elijah sighed in exasperation, "instead of mocking me?"
Klaus pretended to consider before shaking his head. "No," the corner of his mouth quirked up, "I just managed to get into her good graces… kind of… she was pretty mad when I gave you her phone number 15 years ago."
Elijah downed his drink before slamming the glass down and flashing from the room. He cursed the ill-timing of that phone call. It had been just his luck that Katerina would get hold of his number and call at that particular moment in time. He could still hear the way her heart had stilled that day.
His closed fist came down on top of the dresser. He watched as if from a distance while the wood splintered and the mirror shattered against the floor.
Here we go...
I'm going to be honest the 'family' has just about had it with Elena and Elijah being apart. Rebekah's engagement presents several very interesting opportunities for her and her brothers to get involved in the mess that is Elijah's love life. And that girl in Milan... Elena did recognize the handwriting... she's just waiting for the perfect opportunity.
