Ok I am so sorry this took me so long to update! I've been working on other stories and basically just had writers block for this chapter! Finally I just tried to push through it and write something so I hope this is ok!

Declaimer: I of course own none of the characters. They belong to L.J Smith and the creators of The Vampire Diaries.

Chapter Ten:

Elijah hated the run down motel that they now stood in front of. It looked like it had been built in the nineteen fifties and had not had a lick of paint since. It was only two stories tall and had more than one broken window.

It's not like Elijah had never been in a place like this before, hell he had stayed in a lot worse but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it.

Damon was grinning widely at what he called Elijah's "pouty face", which annoyed him even more and made the Original pretty sure he was on the verge of punching him.

Damon however just laughed while grabbing Elijah's hand and dragging him up the filthy cream stairs to the room Drina was staying in.

Elijah was glad at Damon's mood swing since the younger vampire had been acting pretty sullen and argumentative at having to come here in the first place. Not to mention involving Drina, even though it was his idea, left Elijah feeling exasperated and just a little amused.

They ascended the stairs without making a single sound. Elijah knocked on the door four times; he could see Damon from the corner of his eye scanning every doorway and window for anything suspicious.

Elijah had had whole armies behind him at times in his life yet he had never felt as protected as when Damon was on his guard.

A quiet "Enter" was called from within which made Damon roll his eyes and Elijah grin. He opened the door ignoring the fact that the door handle nearly fell off in his hand. Elijah went in first with Damon following close behind him.

Elijah could feel Damon's slight shock at what he saw before him, but Elijah had suspected as much after using Drina's services for the last five years.

Instead of a rundown dilapidated interior the whole room was the perfect example of luxury and comfort. Soft white silks draped the bed and windows while a fluffy cream carpet covered the floorboards, giving the gold and ivory room a clean seductive feeling. Damon felt himself drawn to lie down on the bed that suddenly looked very enticing, until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Elijah stopped him from heading towards the four poster. He had not even realised he had made the conscious decision to move.

Shaking his head slightly he pushed his senses to open a little more and infused more power into his sight and hearing. After a few moments he could see that everything in the room had a muted affect as if submerged under water. He was able to see it for the enchantment it was, but was left feeling slightly disconcerted that he had not seen it in the first place; after all vampires had a very strong sensitivity to anything magical.

When Damon voiced his concern to Elijah he did not look very surprised.

"She is a very old and powerful witch. It is most likely that you just have to try a little harder, however I am truly impressed it took you so little time to figure it out." Said Elijah smiling brilliantly at Damon "I have seen vampires older than you taking much longer to decipher the illusion".

"Well I am pretty amazing" said Damon grinning back.

"If you do say so yourself" cut in Drina standing in the doorway that must lead to the bathroom.

She stood in the doorframe her arms crossed over her chest and her dark hair tied up in an elegant knot.

Damon's smile was instantly replaced by his sardonic grin that always left a menacing glint in his eyes.

"Modesty is for the naive" he replied in an easy tone.

Drina rolled her eyes and instead focused on Elijah.

"Well Sweetheart? What is it you need?" she asked raising her eyebrow slightly.

Damon suddenly found himself thinking over and over again in his mind "I must not hit a woman" a mantra to help keep him calm.

Elijah however angled his body so he was closer to Damon then Drina while he filled her in on their latest theory.

"Well I can give it a try I guess" she said sounding bored, but Elijah couldn't help noticing something shift in her uninterested facade. Her expression was difficult to read but there was definitely fear there.

God knows Elijah had seen that expression enough in the faces of mortals and immortals alike.

Damon seemed not to notice or was too busy letting Drina direct him to the mahogany writing desk, where some vials and tubes stood next to a few other strange objects.

Elijah was beginning to feel uneasy, although he wasn't at all sure why. He had used Drina whenever he had needed a witch for the last five years however he was starting to realise he really did not know her very well.

Before Damon he did not take much interest in people (vampires or humans) unless they benefited him in some way. He was so used to his reputation commanding all the power and control he needed.

Now it's different. Now he had Damon trusting him and he cared (not really a strong enough word) for him.

This whole situation was making him extremely uneasy to say the least.

Drina was pouring something on the blood splattered shirt, a purple liquid that sunk into the silk material like water to a sponge.

And...

Nothing.

The level of magic did not shift and before the words even left her lips he knew what she was going to say.

"I'm sorry but it is not working. I can see him, this Sam but not where he is" Said Drina shaking her head.

"Ah well that is a shame" said Elijah stalking closer keeping himself as calm as possible.

Damon had caught on and subtly went to stand by the door arms crossed.

"Well let me know if there is anything else you need" said Drina in a dismissive manner obviously expecting them to leave.

"Drina who are you working for?" asked Elijah getting to the point.

There was once a stage in his life when he would have enjoyed drawing this out just to relieve some of the boredom he was experiencing, but now he was just mad. She had been wasting his and Damon's time all along.

"What?" asked Drina, her face a perfect mask of surprise and confusion.

Elijah laughed a dark laugh. "Do you want to go through this whole painful ordeal or can we just skip your little innocent act".

"Oh please let's not skip ahead" said Damon. Elijah didn't need to look around to know he was smiling, he could hear it in his voice. "I have a front row seat after all and this really is exciting stuff".

Drina looked at him with a look of revulsion and all of a sudden Elijah felt a prickling sense of pain penetrate the middle of his forehead, before it was pushed away like egg shells from a nest.

He laughed again this time disappointed. Surely he wouldn't have picked a witch so simple minded?

"You know your little parlour tricks don't work on me" he sighed looking up at the ceiling his right hand in his pocket while his left was held at his side.

To this Drina gave an ugly smile, one that twisted his insides.

She raised her hand ever so slightly and he suddenly heard an intake of breath behind him.

Damon gasped in pain as he fell to his knees.

Before he could dive at Drina to rip her throat out she shook her head and Damon cried out a little louder, but valiantly bit his lip to try and stop himself.

Growling Elijah watched as Drina smiled again before saying "Well it has been...a treat" she said as she looked him up and down.

"But I'm afraid I must be off. Don't bother trying to come after me Elijah, especially if you plan on bringing along such an obvious weakness" she sneered before heading for the bathroom door.

Elijah could feel a deep hatred for the witch now leaving the decorative room through some sort of portal, which stood in place of the bathroom that should have been there. He could see some sort of crowded street bathed in sunshine beyond.

The minute the door closed on her retreating figure, Elijah did not even bother attempting to give chase.

Not only because he knew the ensuite had returned but because he couldn't have directed his body in any other direction then Damon's, even for all the gold in El Dorado.

The younger vampire was kneeling on the floor with his hands lying listlessly on his lap.

Elijah crouched down next to him so he could tip Damon's chin upwards.

There was some blood on his lip but the cut was healing quickly and the colour was returning to his face.

He sighed when Damon met his eyes and gave him that sarcastic crooked smile.

Anyone who knew him-even a little-knew that his eyes always betrayed his emotions. Right now the piercing blue of his irises were eclipsed with a murderous rage.

"I am going to rip that Bi..."

But before he could finish Elijah leaned over and smashed their lips together, letting the hand cupping Damon's jaw move over to his cheek.

When he pulled away he noted that some of the anger had ebbed away.

"Don't you think I want to tear her apart as well? God Damon I feel horrible I brought you here..."

But before he could say more a look passed across Damon's face, like a dark cloud and he was suddenly standing and leaving the room.

Elijah had no idea what had happened and was worried it had something to do with the mess he had dragged them into.

Yes it had been Damon's idea-a good idea at that- if only he hadn't been so blind to Drina's traitorous nature.

Following him outside, he saw the Salvator brother leaning against the Jaguar with his arms across his chest.

When he approached, Damon started to speak his voice low and his gaze fixed on something behind Elijah, pointedly not looking at the original.

"Don't you dare apologise Elijah. Drina was right."

"About what?" asked Elijah not liking where this was heading.

"I'm a weakness. I should have gone with my gut feeling. I thought something wasn't right about her from the start. But I thought we could have at least used her for something helpful before it all came out."

"So you had a feeling she was not truly on our side?" asked Elijah brows drawing in annoyance.

"Yes, but that's not the point. You should have gone after her even if it meant her hurting me. But you couldn't because you felt like you had obligations towards my safety..." But before he could finish Damon found himself thrown up against the car, being held up by his shirt by a very angry and powerful original.

"Don't you ever describe my feelings as an obligation, not when they concern you!"Shouted Elijah, "I don't care that you have this ridiculous "I don't care about anyone and they don't care about me" persona or whatever this is but do not involve it in our relationship.

I could not care less if a hundred psychotic witches escaped me if you were in danger and I expect you to feel the same" at this he shook Damon a little most likely expecting an answer-Damon wasn't sure- but he certainly gave one anyway.

"You know I would" he said through gritted teeth. As hot as this was and all being pressed up against a hard surface with Elijah (who looked so beautiful angry) flush against him, he still didn't like feeling powerless.

"Good. Now it's fun playing the hero for the town and all and yes I feel responsible for whatever idiotic, sordid actions one of my family members are undertaking at this present time but make no mistake, it's not why I'm here Damon" he finished his gaze locked on Damon, predatorily making him shift uncomfortably as a new feeling started to spread deep down in his stomach.

Losing the will power to hold back anymore –not that there was much to fight against anyway- Damon leaned forward and touched the soft firm lips that were becoming so wonderfully familiar.

They opened for him immediately and the two kissed gently and intimately saying more than words ever could.

When they finally broke apart, despite the gentleness and sweetness of the kiss, both were out of breath and starving for more.

Capturing back some of his usual boldness and strength Damon rubbed himself against Elijah, who was still holding him up but with his arms wound around his waist instead and whispered suggestively

"Shall we go home? Nothing more for us to do here and we would probably enjoy somewhere more private".

Elijah let out a groan of approval and quickly righted himself and Damon so he could swing the passenger's side door open, practically pushing him in as he jumped into the driver's side.

"You're going to drive?" asked Damon a smile touching his lips as he arched his brow in surprise.

"Your driving will seem tame compared with the wildness I'm about to show you" said the Original his voice rougher than normal making his accent more pronounced and Damon felt himself shiver has it rolled over him.

For once he was completely speechless and could only hope that they got back to the manor as soon as possible.

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