I walked into the office and watched Elijah stab Damon in the neck with a pencil. He was holding him by the neck up against the wall. Damon screamed out in pain.
"Elijah!" I shouted. My heart was beating fast. I could feel my blood coursing through every vein in my body. He turned quickly and looked at me, barley keeping himself composed.
"Amelia." He mutters lowly. My face was red from the blood being compressed in my head. I was pissed. I could feel my eye twitch. Not a good sign. He noticed my anger and almost looked sheepish. My eyes narrowed and I gestured to Damon, who was now leaning over the mayor's desk clutching his neck not paying attention to us. My gesture was telling him to finish up.
Elijah huffed but turned to Damon. He pulled out a white handkerchief and shook it out. "I am an Original." He told him and cleaned some of the blood off his hands. "Show a little respect." He held the white piece of cloth out to Damon and he snatched it. "The moment you cease of being use to me you're dead." I'm gonna kill him. "So," he said in a singsong voice. "You should do what I say." Yup, gotta find a dagger. "Keep Elena safe." He quickly turned around and grabbed my arm. We left the office and I could feel Damon's sneer on my back.
We made our way outside to the gardens. I had yet to look him in the eyes I just stared at the ground angrily, trying not to trip in my heels, as he pulled me along. We stopped beside a tree and he sat me down on a small bench. He stood in front of me. My hand came up and pinched the bridge of my nose. My eyes were clenched tight.
"Elijah," I said softly, trying to contain my anger. "You need to explain right now, what the hell is going on in this backward ass town."
I looked up at him. He hasn't changed a bit. He was still wearing expensive suits. He still had awesome hair. And he was still quiet handsome, Eli.
He frowned and realized just how distraught I was feeling.
"Amelia, you must understand that I cannot tell you everything." He said and took a seat next to me.
"Of course you can't." I huffed annoyed. "You made a deal with Elena. Did you know we were related?"
"I thought you were, but there are reasons why I didn't tell you."
"There are always reasons." I muttered.
"How much do you know already?"
"Elena is my cousin. So is her brother Jeremy. Stefan Salvatore is her boyfriend and a vampire. Damon Salvatore is Stefan's brother, a vampire, and a tool." He laughed at that. "I'm staying with them while the Founders Council hires me. I've only picked up bits and pieces out of context. But, from what I hear, you made a deal with Elena to keep her loved ones safe. Klaus is lurking around. A sacrifice. Something about the moonstone not being destroyed by Luka and Jonas."
"Lia, there is so much I want to tell you, but I fear what will happen when I do." Elijah took my smaller hand into his large cool one.
"Why not? Why don't you trust me, Eli?" I got closer to him unconsciously and gripped his hand.
"I trust you with my life, Lia. But, with my knowledge comes danger. I will not put you in anymore danger than you're already in." We look into each others eyes. His were so brown and warm. Filled with knowledge and honor.
"What are your intentions with Elena?" I ask afraid of the answer.
"Lia, Klaus is after Elena. Do you remember the story I told you all those years ago? The story of how the sun became vampires enemy and the moon the werewolf's?" He asked gently. I nodded.
"The legend by the Aztecs, about the shaman. He cursed the vampires and werewolves. The moonstone is what sealed it right?" I asked. His eyes unfocused on me as he thought about what he was going to say next.
"That is what the legend says, yes. But, there is more to it. Are you familiar with Katherine Pierce?"
"That's the second time I heard that name. It sounds so familiar…" I trailed off raking my brain trying to remember.
"She's an infamous vampire. She strung along both Salvatore brothers when they were human and ultimately turned them. Five hundred years ago Klaus went after her when she was human. He needed her -human. She tricked him ran away and got herself turned. Klaus killed her entire family. Klaus needed her for the same reason he needs Elena." He explained. "They are the only way to break the curse. They are the sacrifice needed."
"Klaus is going to kill Elena." I said. There was no emotion in my voice. The girl I just met and was related to was going to be killed by Klaus. I just met her should I have cared? Well, I did. I started to panic a little.
"Elijah, I don't want her to die. She's some of the only family I have left. I-I-I…" I stuttered. I didn't know how to explain myself to Elijah. I felt his hand cup my face and I looked up.
"Lia, you don't have to tell me. I know how important family is."
"How are Katherine and Elena connected to the curse?" I blurted out.
"Katherine and Elena are doppelgangers. They look exactly the same. Every few hundred years a new one is born from the bloodline of the very first girl who was sacrificed. We thought Katherine was the last of the bloodline, but now there's Elena."
I nodded slowly.
"Is there anything else you can tell me?" I said seriously.
"Nothing comes to mind at the moment."
"Okay." I look down at the ground. "Way to stab Damon by the way." I roll my eyes and frown slightly. He chuckles.
"He deserved it. You know how I feel about respect. He did not show me the respect I deserved."
"And how exactly did you deserve that respect?" I asked him. He frowned at me. "I missed you, Eli." I told him and gave a small smile. He smiled back and I felt his hand on my face again.
"I missed you too, Lia, love." Our faces got closer and closer until our lips were centimeters apart. I wanted nothing more than to kiss Elijah. But, that could complicate things so much more. My life was already complicated enough at the moment.
"I have to go." I whispered and pulled away from him and hurried away never once looking back.
"Well today was a bust." Damon said.
It was late and Alaric, Damon, and I were in the boarding house drinking in front of the fire and lounging in the plush antique couches.
"Yeah." Alaric replied. "How's the throat?" He looked a little apologetic and amused.
"Sore." Damon said. One of his arms was bent behind his head and his other held his drink on his lap.
"Yeah. That Elijah's one scary dude, but with nice hair."
"Ha! Tell me about it." I said.
"Hey, you want another one?" Alaric asked.
Alaric stood up and took our glasses and walked over to the bar.
"How's the throat?"
"Sore." Damon replied.
"Yeah. That Elijah is one scary dude, but with nice hair." Alaric said.
I laughed.
"He's gonna be hard to kill." Damon thought aloud. I controlled myself from killing him.
"Yeah. I'd think twice before I'd trust that dagger and some ash to do the job. You're gonna need more info."
"I'm out of sources."
And again no one asked me anything.
"What's up with you and this news chick?" Alaric asked Damon as he handed me my drink. I took a long sip and tried to tune out the guy talk.
I come back when I hear Alaric's phone ring.
"Oh, god. I got to go. I got to pick Jenna up. Don't worry. I'll, uh, show myself out." Alaric stood up and left.
"Good luck." Damon called back to him.
We sit in silence for a moment. Our silence was interrupted by a noise coming from the other room. Damon and I exchange a look. We both got up and walked towards the noise.
I heard a grunt and felt a sharp pain. Everything went black.
I came to on the ground. My hands and feet were bound and a rag was tied around my mouth. My eyes struggled to focus. I felt blood drip down the left side of my head. I felt the warmth of the fire near me. My eyes focused and the first thing I saw was Alaric dead on the ground. He had his ring on so he would be fine. I turned my head to the other side and saw Damon tied to a chair with some sort of spiked collar on his neck causing him to bleed.
"Look she's awake." A male voice spoke. I saw feet coming near me. The person kneeled down in front of me. It was Jules. I struggled against my bonds. She smiled at me. I was going to kill her.
"You survived. That's very unfortunate for you. We'll just have to try again." She gave me a toothy grin. "Boys!" She called. I group of large men came in behind her. She looked me over. "She's all yours." She stood up and walked back to Damon. The men came at me. The rag muffled my screams. I wriggled and kicked the best I could. I felt their big sweaty hands on my skin. They were grabbing my cloths and ripping them off of me. I kept struggling and I was able to get the rag out of my mouth. A hand came close to my mouth. I took my opportunity. My teeth sank into his flesh and I tasted blood. I heard a shout and the hand pulled from my mouth. A hand was thrown across my face. My head snapped to the side and I swallowed the blood.
"Bitch!"
The wolf walked over to the fireplace and pulled the metal poker from it's holding place. He stomped over to me and I was being held down by the other wolves. I struggled against their hold. The wolf stomped over to me and raised the poker over his head. I froze and he brought the poker down. It pierced through my stomach. Blood poured from my mouth. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I put my head on the ground and chocked on my own blood. I couldn't hear what was happening around me. I closed my eyes and listened to my racing heart.
I woke up slowly. Everything was sore. I opened my eyes and felt the soft sheets under my hands. I was in a bed, a large luxurious bed complete with silk sheets. I turned my head slowly to the side and saw him. Elijah was sitting in a chair next the bed calmly watching over me.
"Elijah." I breathed hoarsely. He pursed his lips slightly.
"Yes, Lia?" he leaned forward.
"What happened?" my voice cracked. When I was with Elijah I never felt the need to put up my wall. He was there for me when I needed someone. He was the only person I truly trusted in this world.
"The werewolves broke into the Boarding House and attacked you and Damon Salvatore."
It was starting to come back to me. The wolves touching me, cutting at me, and ripping at me. Elijah saved me. He found me and took me away before they did any more damage to me. But, it wouldn't have mattered. I remembered the wolves ran me threw with a fireplace poker.
"Oh, God." I closed my eyes and whispered. I held back tears. I felt the bed shift and a hand stroke my face. I opened my eyes and saw Elijah looking down at me with worry. I brought my hand up to my face and held his. I slowly sat up, never leaving his eyes, and said, "You healed me, thank you." We were silent for a moment.
"You frightened me, Lia. I thought I was too late." I smiled slightly. I loved that he worried for me. No one else ever has. It felt nice. At that and leaned in until our lips connected into a firm kiss.
I pulled back a couple inches and looked into his eyes. I took the hand that wasn't holding his to my face and stroked his jaw. By taking that hand way the sheets that were around my body fell to my waist. The breeze from the open window is what alerted me to the fact that I was only in my bra and underwear. I looked up from my bare body and smiled at him. "Did you undress me?" I asked. He only gave me a devilish smirk and claimed my lips with his. His kiss was passionate. There was no other way to explain it. Elijah was a very closed off man so when he got a chance to express emotions it was like being hit by a brick wall of them.
I helped him shrug of his suit jacket and loosened his tie so he could slip it over his head. His lips came back to mine. His hands weaved into my hair and our tongues fought for dominance. His won and I welcomed it into my mouth and sucked in it as if it was his cock. He moaned and I griped the front of his shirt, pulling, wishing I could rip it off. Using his supernatural speed he undid the buttons and discarded it on the floor, knowing that if he didn't take it off I really would have ripped it off.
He pushed me on my back and his hands wandered over my skin. His lips moved to my neck and I gasped for breath. I felt him nipping and sucking leaving marks. I knew what he wanted. I ran my hands through his hair and cradled his head on my neck.
"Do it, Elijah. Oh, please, god, do it." I moaned as he groped my covered breast squeezing it. I could feel the heat of my core moistening more and more by the second. Then I felt it, the sting of fangs breaking my skin and Elijah sucking out the liquid. I gasped and felt a tightening in my stomach. Elijah just kept sucking and sucking and sucking until I got my first orgasm. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. He pulled back and licked at my wound. It was slowly closing from the blood he gave to heal me earlier. I raised my leg that was in between his and rubbed my shin on his hard member.
He moaned and I sighed in satisfaction. I felt him nuzzle my neck and move lower until I felt him smirk on my collarbone. He snaked a hand around my waist and lifted me up just enough so his other hand could go around my back and flick open my bra. He looked into my eyes and I knew that mine were just as dark with lust as his. He put me back down, took a hold of my hips, and left a tail of wet kisses all the way down to my breasts. He took a hard nipple in his mouth and rolled his tongue over it over and over until my moans were almost screams. He moved to my other breast and I took charge by undoing his belt as quick as I could. I continued and opened his button and zipper and let my hand slide in. I took hold of his hardness at the base and squeezed gently. Elijah growled and bit my nipple. I pushed his remaining clothing down his hips and he quickly took them off.
It was dark so I couldn't totally see how big it was, but I could see its outline.
"Elijah." I gasped. It was so big! I heard him chuckle. He pushed all the sheets to the foot of the bed leaving me totally exposed in my lace panties that were wet from my previous orgasm. He pushed my legs apart and kneeled in between them. He looked at me sprawled on the bed panting from my racing heart.
"Beautiful…" he breathed. I smiled and he came back to me kissing my stomach and slowly going lower. He got the band of my panties and licked and suckled the skin just above making me quiver with want. He nuzzled the wet fabric and took in the sent of my immense arousal. He gave a deep throaty growl and nuzzled more, no doubt dampening his face with my wetness.
"Mmmm, Elijah." I moaned. He turned his head and bit the inside of my thigh with his blunt teeth. I chocked on my breath and looked up at the ceiling. He hooked his thumbs around the sides and shimmied off my drenched panties.
He bent my right leg at the knee and pushed it against my body. He gripped my other leg at the thigh and dipped his head to my core and kissed the swollen lips. Elijah opened his mouth and I nearly came from the felling of his hot breath on such a private part of me. His slick tongue came out and worked my opening.
My body clenched up involuntarily. I gripped the sheets at my side. I was usually nice and loose from alcohol when I had sex. I was nervous, though. I was doing the deed with Elijah. Sexy, beautiful, hot, Elijah. I wasn't sure what my feelings were for him. It was too early to say love, and I wasn't even sure if I believed in love. But, I defiantly wanted to be with Elijah. I really did. And I defiantly wanted to do what we were doing together again.
"Relax, Lia. I don't want to hurt you." Elijah told me. He used his middle and index finger to gently rub my entrance. His mouth latched on to my clit and he sucked and rubbed it with his taste buds. I slowly felt my muscles unwind at the pleasurable sensation. His two fingers stopped rubbing me and entered me. I gasped and he started to stretch my inner muscles getting me ready for him. We went on like that until I came again yelling his name.
"Elijah!" I shouted. He drank some of my fluids and hummed at the taste.
"Perfect." He said lazily and licked at what was left on my skin.
"Elijah, please. No more, I want you." I tugged at his hair until he came up and was face-to-face with me. I looked into his brown eyes that were black with lust and kissed him with all I had.
I could taste myself on his tongue. I didn't think I could get anymore turned on, but that proved me wrong. His cock teased my entrance and I moaned into his mouth and bit his bottom lip. I whimpered, begging him to give it to me.
He entered me with a hard thrust and I cried out into the darkness. He gave me time to adjust. He was so big. I had never had a man this endowed. I wasn't sure if it was an Elijah thing, a vampire thing, or and Original vampire thing. It hurt. It was almost like I was loosing my virginity all over again.
Elijah brushed my parted lips with his and moved to my ear.
"Shhh. Be calm, Lia, love. You're safe." He sucked on my earlobe. I couldn't help but smile. I was used to taking care of myself, but it felt nice, being taken care of. Elijah was keeping me safe and I liked it.
"Elijah," I said and rocked my hips slightly. He took the cue and pushed into me.
"Lia." He moaned and started to move faster. I raked my nails down his back and he growled. He sat up slightly and was on his knees, his hands then moved to grip my hips and he lifted my ass of the bed and thrust into me deeper.
"Oh, God!" I yelled as he kept going. He lifted me up even higher and I felt him hit the spot that made my eyes cross. He seemed to notice so he kept hitting it again and again. Fluids were rushing down my legs and I knew that Elijah was getting close. I was able to propel myself forward and put both my hands on his pecks and pushed him backward with all my might.
This surprised him, hell it surprised me, so he let it happen. He was lying on his back with me on top of him. He was still inside of me. I straddled him and bounced up and down on top of him.
His name fell through my lips as I chanted it.
I steadied myself by putting one hand on his chest. I leaned back slightly and grabbed a fist full of my hair with my other hand. I rode him faster and faster, shouting out curses as I did. I felt Elijah's cock swell and his balls draw up to my ass. He felt it to because he grabbed my hips and smashed mine onto his. Our slapping skin echoed through the bedroom as he met my thrusts. Our cries got louder and louder until his cock jerked inside of me, shot his seed into me, and our fluids mixed together.
I fell off him and onto my back panting, trying to catch my breath. I close my eyes and lay there basking in the afterglow. Elijah moved back to me and took me into his arms and pulled the sheets over us. I looked into his eyes and he smiled gently at me and chuckled. I was sure I must look like an idiot. My mouth must me hanging open and I must be looking at him with amazement and wonder. I closed my eyes and he kissed my forehead. We didn't talk. I was sure that if he did I wouldn't be able to answer. So, I snuggled into his toned chest and fell asleep in minutes.
