PART 12
She walked towards him cautiously, picking up the dagger as her feet passed by where she'd dropped it. She stood in front of him, breathing deeply. "What's wrong with you?" she inquires.
Elijah's hair has fallen over his eyes as he looks up at her, not answering her question. He shakes his head and looks towards the ground. "You're supposed to be invincible right?" Katherine asks, and Elijah glared at her. Katherine winces as fresh blood flows from her wound. "Are you alright?" Elijah asks her. She doesn't stop to think why he cares when she answers, "I'll heal...it'll just take awhile," she says, wincing at the pain. Elijah's gaze moves to his hand and he notices something missing, "A lifetime," he answers her.
"What?" she asks, not having heard him clearly. "Nothing," Elijah answers, trying to get to his feet again, he is unsuccessful. His gaze slowly begins to travel up, to the dagger she is holding. Katherine looks down at her hand, and she sees the blood that is smeared on the dagger. Realization dawns on her and she draws the blade across her palm. "Here," she says and holds it out to him, before he turns away from her. "I'm fine, Katerina." he says "No"...she says, "You're not fine...just stubborn," she counters. He looks up at her with a surprised look and she realizes what she said may have made him angry. She takes a step back from his hunched over figure, dropping the dagger as she does so. She turns to leave, before she stops herself.
Katherine drops to her knees and picks up the dagger, moving her hair over her shoulder. She grips the knife and grits her teeth, swiftly drawing it across her neck. She presses a few of her fingers to the wound and feels blood drip around them. Elijah tenses his jaw, turning away from her as much as her close proximity will allow. "Look, I'll make you a deal...you can not be hungry as long as I can not be dead." Elijah turns his head towards her, looking at her face. His gaze shifts to the blood running down her arm. He reaches out to her, and she allows him to pull her body nearer to his, but she tenses as his hand cups the back of her head. He leans into her, and she has to fight not to take shallow breathes.
As Elijah moves he can feel her tense, and he can clearly see the effort she's exerting not to show her fear. He maneuvers his body closer to hers and turns his head to the side to catch her gaze. But she makes it obvious that she has no intention of looking at him. He ducks his head to catch her gaze all the same. Elijah strokes one side of her face, moving is finger down to brush the fingers she is holding against her neck. She pushes harder as his hand closes over hers. Elijah leans in, next to her ear, and whispers, "I'm not going to hurt you Katerina." When there's no change in her tension he adds, "You have my word."He feels her relax a little, and it's that moment she does look at him.
Katherine's eyes lock with Elijah's and she recognizes a kindness in them that she's not seen for many years. His thumb rubs against the fingers on her neck and she relaxes her hold. Elijah's eyes don't leave hers as he leans into her face. He moves closer and closer and she finds herself wondering if he's going to kiss her. His movement stops for a moment and his lips are right in front of her mouth. She waits, and he turns his head only slightly, moving to her neck. He inhales a deep breath and she moves her hand. Elijah pauses for a moment and she almost thinks he's changed his mind. Then she feels his lips slide over the skin of her neck, and every muscle in her body flexes.
He makes no aggressive movements and she sits there, just feeling his mouth's exploration of her skin. His mouth slides through the blood that has dripped down her neck and she feels his tongue lap at the trail. She gasps when the cool air in the warehouse blows across the wet patch. Her body tenses for another reason, and she instinctively moves closer to him. Her hands spread out against the floor she's braced herself on when she feels the light scrape of his fangs.
He nibbles at her skin lightly, and she feels the small sting of it before the wetness of his tongue sooths it away. She moans and his hands lightly touch around her waist. She feels the wound on her neck begin to heal and she recognizes the light tingle. But he doesn't stop lapping at her neck and she's drunk on what she's feeling right now. Her fingers curve into the floor and she digs her nails through the concrete. She waits for it, because she knows it will come, and she wants it.
Elijah's fangs pierce her skin and she feels his mouth latch onto her neck. She groans out loud when he takes his first swallow. His throat moves aggressively as his tongue laps at the openings. Her skin begins to heat and she feels the burn of his hands when he grips her waist, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her closer to him. She notices that he's careful to stay away from the hole the dagger made in her. Katherine doesn't stop to wonder why as her nails push further into the concrete and she arches up against him, wanting him closer.
She moves her hands, eager to touch him, and loving the idea that she can. She draws a slow path up his chest to his shoulders. When she pushes back on his body he doesn't budge. Long deep groans start to come from his throat and Katherine can feel the vibrations from them tickle her chest as they pass through his. The tips of his fingers dig into her hips and he tenses for a moment, but then the next he is pushing into her, as she had just done to him. Katherine rolls her head back and lets her body fall to the stone floor. It doesn't feel cold at all and an irritating itch crawls up her back as she feels sweat pool on her skin.
She wants to be rid of her clothes. She wants to feel the cool air against her bare skin. Katherine fists her hands in his hair and tugs it between her fingers. Elijah growls against her neck and she answers him with a breathy moan. Her mouth hangs open and she's fighting the sensation to start tearing clothing. Her hands move from his hair to his shoulders, and she's almost positive that she will draw blood from her grip.
She feels the delicious sensation of him pushing his hips into hers. She moans out loud.. a long deep sound, almost like a groan, and he does it again almost immediately. It's torture...sweet, delicious, wonderful torture. Because every time his mouth pulls at her neck, sucking the blood from her it sends a shiver of heat through her that touches her where his hips are pushing into. An intimate caress that she finds herself crying out for.
Elijah is only half aware of it when Katherine hooks her ankle around him and digs her heel into his calf. She uses the motion to anchor onto him, arching further into him, and in return he pushes back down on her. His entire body is molded to hers. He can feel every delicious inch. Every time her body coils with tension as he draws blood from her neck, and every time she relaxes into him. Every move she makes has his skin vibrating.
The sweet sounds coming from her mesmerizing mouth drive every rational thought from his head. The thoughts that only minutes ago told him that this woman was poison and he would be better to slit his own throat than reach for her. But reach for her he does. Her back moves against the floor and as she does her shirt slowly begins to ride up and his fingers connect with the bare skin of her hips. His fingers draw small lazy circles and it contrasts with his mouth moving greedily against her neck. Any thought of anything leaves his head, and her name rings loudly in his mind.
He has wanted to do this for centuries. The feel of her skin, and the taste of her blood. Her letting him feel and taste her. It had all haunted one of his many dreams involving her. He could not escape her, and at this moment, lying on top of her, tasting the ecstasy that is her skin and her sweet delicious blood, he finds that he is consumed by her.
Katherine's grip began to loosen as her fingers start to tingle as she feels her muscles get weak. She is just about to voice her concern when Elijah jerks his head up away from her neck. She watches through blurred vision as he flips his hair out of his eyes and slowly licks his lips. When he looks down at her she smiles in spite of herself, noting the subtleness of his fangs. His eyes begin to return to their usually brown and she focuses on the blood smeared on his cheek. "Vampire looks good on you," she's gazes at him as he uses a handkerchief to wipe it off.
All the emotion drains from Elijah's face and he tucks his handkerchief back into his jacket pocket before he reaches towards her, softly moving some hair out of her face. He retracts his hand and places it against the concrete, on the outside of her hip. His eyes stray to the hole in her side before he looks at her again.
She looks up at him, not having bothered sitting up yet. The truth is, she's not sure she could if she tried. "Thank you, Katerina," he says quietly. She smiles up at him before she answers without thinking, "Anytime," her voice sounds impressed and a little breathless.
Elijah surmises that she must be still recovering from the blood loss. He allows himself one more smile at her before he grabs a hold of his emotions. He will file this moment away into his memory.