The second they had returned to their home a drink was in Elijah's hand.

It didn't taste like anything, but it went straight down into his stomach like a sharp deadly sword, that made him feel somewhat powerful. There was a mindlessness in his intoxication- there was the indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like faded memories or even forgotten lifetimes.

His tie had been thrown off and his shirt unbuttoned showcasing the strength of his chest and body. His hair usually settled in a calm selected way, was in a messy arrangement due to him running his fingers through it frustratedly.

He didn't talk. He didn't want to talk. He just allowed the liquid to burn a heavy path down his throat, wishing it was blood instead.

"Elijah."

Her voice floated through the air, tightening his grip on the crystal galss in his hand he fought the need to face her.

Elijah could smell the sweet scent of the body wash she used to scrub the memories of the day off her skin. It was a sinful combination when paired with her natural scent. Although it was absolutely enticing he didn't want to see her, he didn't want her to see him.

"What do you need, Susannah." His voice was short and cutting. His features growing stony and hard as he swirled the liquid in his cup.

Crossing her arms over her chest she moves forward, all Elijah can hear is every step she takes closer to him. "I don't need you to give me anything, Elijah. I just need you to listen."

"No."

He was just beginning to feel the liquor take some kind of hold over him, it was a sweet release.

"Good thing I wasn't asking." Was her simple response. She sat next to him, and Elijah could feel the heat of her skin through the thin material of his shirt. He tried to ignore the way it unbalanced him so readily.

And suddenly he was furious. It was as if a flip that controlled all his emotions had been flipped and heatedly he slammed his fist into the table, vaguely aware of Susannah flinching away from him. All he could see was a red shade obscuring his vision.

The cup shattering in his hand, his own blood mixing in with the alcohol as it hit the floor, becoming millions of little crystals. Elijah Mikaelson was never one to lose control, but all he could see was his mother, staring down at him with false care...false love.

And that's when it hit him. The scent was even more enticing when not stuck beneath the layer of her skin. Guilt branded him as he watched her cradle her sliced palm to her breasts. She examined the wound with no perceivable emotions.

Grabbing her hand he stared at the pain he caused. He let her blood leak onto his skin, not bothering to wipe it off. Elijah, seeing the wound he caused on his angel, he could understand why his mother labeled him a monster.

"I apologize-"

"Don't." Susannah stepped forward her eyes open and forgiving. "You're allowed to lose control."

He immediately drops her hand and turns away. She is quickly becoming very familiar with Elijah's back, the deep shadows cast by his shoulder blades and the long straight groove of his spine.

"My loss of control just caused another pain. Just caused you pain, and yet you still wish to bring that part of me forward." His eyes are stuck on the blood staining his hands. Rubbing his fingers together, feeling the consistency of the liquid.

But Susannah was unyielding, fearless of her own vulnerability. She placed her hand on his back, feeling his skin through his shirt.

Elijah chuckles, a dark bitter laugh that made Susannah's mouth run dry. She could feel the vibrations of his body through her hand. "I am a monster who knows that I am a monster. I steal human and take human life for my own petty enjoyment-"

Her face changes, becoming quiet and thoughtful. "You all have this concept of humanity as this...pure, inviolate thing. Like that race exists in a big bubble and the rest of us remain out in the dark." She snorts and shakes her head. "Like they are the right ones. The normal ones. The righteous rulers of the earth."

There's a harsh edge to her voice that sounds like rocks grating together. There's a fire now, a deep anger that is so, so old. "Humans have fought just as you have, they have killed just as you have, and it's okay because everyone wants to live. But they don't get to be right. No one gets to be right."

Elijah doesn't say anything for a long time. Slowly he turns to face her. His eyes are carefully blank, moving forward with a calculated precision. He stops when he's so close Susannah can feel his breath on her cheek.

"Look at me," Elijah says forcing her chin up so her eyes meet his.

Slowly his face transforms.

Susannah watches as sharp incisors fall from his gums, and dark veins spread across his face. His eyes red mixed in with blackness.

Lifting her hand she gently touches his face. His eyes so focused on hers. So different from the brown she is used to seeing.

Her thumb glides over his bottom lip, as she stares at the fangs in his mouth. So sharp and deadly. He grabs her hand as it moves right beneath his eye, pulling them away from his skin. Elijah stares at her with a different kind of intensity. One that warms her.

"Now tell me what you think." his voice is solid, and filled with something so dark and heavy.

"It's-interesting."

Elijah shook his head, some of his dark hair falling over his forehead." Interesting is not a word."

"Since when?"

"It is a placeholder. Something you say when you don't want to say something else." He leaned closer, his eyes so so dark.

Susannah smiled. "I accept you as you are Elijah. If you are looking for disgust-you certainly won't find it with me."

There it was. Everything he needed to hear right there from the voice of angel. Each word was suddenly sacred and valuable only because she said it to him with truth in her heart. That's when he knew he cared. More than cared. He kisses her cheek. Enjoying the feel of her hot flesh beneath his lips. Savoring the air they share for a second before pulling away.

"You are still so angry." Susannah says in a whispery tone, her eyes softened and light.

"Anger is something I have grown accustomed to." The anger in him was wild thing, something he had always tried to control and never actually tried to release. Glimpsing at Susannah he watched the yawn fall from her mouth as she huddled back into herself.

And just like that he didn't feel angry anymore.

All he wanted to do was take her into his arms and rub her shoulders and tell her how beautiful she was as he took care of her.

"Revenge is such a funny thing," Susannah whispers directly into his ear. The natural power in her voice attracting him. "You go your whole life with this pain. This pain that you carry around in your mind." She brushes her hand over his forehead soothingly," In your chest," She whispers as she lowers her hand to the area above his heart."And in your stomach," she rubs her soft hand over his hardened abdomen. "And all you can think- that if you could just give it back to the person who gave it to you. If I can just find them I can force it into their hands and make them take it back and i'll be rid of it. But pain isn't an object. You can't give it back. It's a disease."

Susannah fiddles her hands together nervously. Biting on her lower lip,"Please Elijah, don't lose yourself into that disease."

He smiles.

"You're tired," Elijah says simply. Taking hold of her hand he can see it is already healed, and the only proof he had that it even happened was the red stain on his hand.

"So are you."

Susannah looks away as if gathering nerve, before opening her mouth once again. "Sleep with me."

Elijah raises an eyebrow, and Susannah flushes. "Not like that. I just wish to be close to you for a while longer."

The ancient vampire couldn't help but wonder how someone so wise could be so damn adorable. "Okay."

Placing his hand on her lower back careful to step over the shattered crystals of glass and blood he leads her to his room.

Susannah pulls away from him, crawling onto the bed before settling somewhere on the left side. Elijah stands over her for a second, enjoying the view of her.

"You're so beautiful."

Susannah laughs her body racking with small giggles. "You always say that."

"It's always true."

Elijah turns away and goes into his closet only to come back out shirtless with pajama pants laying low on his hips. Susannah sits up as he gets closer to the bed, her eyes focused on the markings on his chest and part of his arm.

The tattoo was a decoration on Elijah's body. One Susannah had a hard time removing her eyes from. It swirled over the lines of his body with such precision and power commanding the attention with it's black ink. Her hand raised, tracing the lines of a language commonly unknown. Elijah's eyes remaining level with hers as she touched him. His skin rising in heat.

"Strength." Susannah whispered the word written on Elijah's body.

"I was expected to live by my strength. That's why when I reached the age of eighteen my father branded it into my skin."

A low gasp left her mouth as she met his eyes. "The pain must have been-"

"It doesn't matter now." Elijah said holding her hand.

Meeting his dark eyes she grinned brightly. "Somewhere over the years I had it touched up. It helps me remember."

Getting onto the bed he placed his hands on her hips. When they lay down their bodies almost immediately intertwine with one another. So close nothing could possibly get in between them.

So I realize Elijah doesn't actually have a tattoo like that but I think tattoo's are pretty hot so there. I hope you liked it, I know it's short but I wanted to add some Elijah love in there. Review! let me know how I'm doing.