The Depth of Love
Chapter Rating: NC17
Music In Chapter:
BT feat. Jes - Every Other Way (Jim Jacobsen Remix)
A/N: *STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT **
Spoilers:
Drawings. Hundreds and hundreds of hand drawn sketches of her were all over his desk. He had sketched her beautiful face so much that every detail was permanently etched in his memory.
There was screaming, there was blood… so much blood… and then the shrieking sound of a newborn taking its first breath of life. Elena lay in the snow, as crimson blood pooled around her. She had felt so cold, but as the seconds passed and her life force drained, all she could feel was warmth. Her spirit was slipping away from her.
"Elena! Elena!" She could hear Klaus's voice, but was not able to see him.
"Stay with me! Stay with me, Elena!"
And then she realized that it was not Klaus's voice she was hearing. It was Elijah's.
"You're not dying! Do you hear me!"
Elena suddenly woke up, gasping for air. She was no longer freezing in the woods. She was in the warm comfort of her bedroom. But she wasn't alone.
"Go to sleep, love. It was only a dream." Klaus slept beside her, holding her close in his arms. He had been staying with her most nights for the past three weeks. Elena had been having frequent nightmares and he always sensed her fear, so he decided to stay during the night to make her feel safer. Another big reason why he stayed away from the mansion was because of Davina. He didn't trust himself to be around her. Interaction between them felt so awkward since their last "intimate encounter."
"It felt so real." Elena sniffled, hiding her face in his chest.
"Was it the same dream you told me about last time?"
She nodded.
Klaus brushed her hair away from her face. "What are you most afraid of?"
You abandoning me, her subconscious whispered.
"I…" Elena uttered. "I don't want you to die."
He stared deeply into her eyes. "I can't be killed, sweetheart. Have you forgotten?"
"No, I haven't forgotten. I just…" she trailed off.
"When are you going to admit it?"
"Admit what?" Elena asked.
"That you're in love with me."
He listened to the way her heart beat picked up.
"I'll admit it once you admit it first."
Klaus snickered under his breath. "Do I really need to say it? Isn't it obvious?"
She stayed quiet, waiting.
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"Because you like sleeping with me."
He gave her an unusual sort of look. Klaus didn't want to delve into a serious talk about their emotions as much as she didn't. In part, he worried that it would make her want to avoid him again, so he was careful not to push her. With a lengthy sigh, he kissed her softly, hoping that his affection could communicate everything his words could not.
Elena snuggled up close to him and stayed silent for a while.
"You're supposed to be the enemy."
The Hybrid opened his eyes and listened to her speak.
"I'm supposed to hate you, Klaus."
"We don't have to analyze this, Elena. We've already done that for months now."
"I've never been in a relationship like this before."
He grinned. "Are you admitting that you're in a relationship with me?"
"What else would you label us as?"
He met her gaze and said, "You're mine. And I'm yours. That's the only label we need."
She felt her heart swell inside her chest.
"Close your eyes, love," he said again.
And she did just that. In no time, Elena had drifted off to sleep. She dreamed of the woods, the snow falling, and a long red cape stretching for meters behind her, as a big black wolf trotted next to her.
~oOo~
It was almost eight in the evening when Klaus came through the doors of the family mansion. Piano music was echoing from one of the gathering rooms, and he heard the faint chatter of voices; voices that did not belong to his siblings.
The Hybrid entered the room and found Elijah playing on the grand piano. Across from him sat a vampire he was familiar with; Rose. Davina was seated beside her, shyly meeting his eyes. She was wearing a coral colored cardigan, a white skirt, and black ankle boots. Her light brown hair curled over her shoulders.
Kol was relaxing in a cream colored armchair, drinking a glass of whisky. He wore a black shirt, with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows, dark blue jeans, and black loafers.
Elijah had finished his composition as he looked up and greeted his brother. "You are home early, Niklaus."
"Yes, and I will leave you all to yourselves now."
Rose turned her head and looked at him. "So soon?"
"Yes. I have some things I need to take care of."
Kol rolled his eyes. "You always say that."
Davina wanted to insist that he join them, but she already knew how he would react. Klaus always lost his temper with her. It was the safest way for him to keep her away.
"Well," Klaus sighed, "good night then." He made sure to avoid Davina's deep blue eyes, as he turned a heel and headed to his study.
~oOo~
Rose stayed over for another hour and then left the mansion with Elijah. Rebekah wasn't home, and Kol had left the gathering room. Feeling a little sad, Davina wandered through the home and followed the classical music that was echoing down the corridor. As she approached two double doors, she realized that it was Klaus's study. The doors were open, and he was painting. She just couldn't turn around. Nervously, Davina trespassed inside and prayed he would be in better spirits.
"I wish I could paint like you," she said.
The Hybrid had been so distracted in his own thoughts that he didn't even hear her approaching. Klaus was determined to continue painting, refusing to turn around and acknowledge her presence. "I've had centuries to practise."
"Still, not everyone can paint like you."
He dipped his brush in some red paint and stroked the canvas. "Not everyone is me."
She knew this. He didn't have to tell her twice.
"What do you want, Davina?" Klaus sounded stern and serious, and she suddenly felt like she had angered him and done something wrong.
"I… I just wanted to talk."
"About?" He continued painting, showing no expression on his face.
Davina released a sigh and frowned. "About what happened between you and I."
Klaus stopped what he was doing. "Leave."
"We can't avoid the subject forever!" Tears filled her eyes. "Neither of us knew!"
Finally, he turned around and held her gaze. "I said, leave, Davina."
"How could you care about me so much while I was nothing but a stranger to you, and now that I'm your family, part of your flesh and blood, you treat me like I don't even matter to you! Like I don't even exist!"
"Because you shouldn't!" He bellowed so viciously that Davina jumped. "My mother was a whore! And you are only a product of her whorish activities! Just like me! We're bastards, you and I! That's all we are!"
She backed away from him, fighting a trembling lip.
Klaus immediately felt horrible for losing his temper. He hated making her cry, but it was too late to reverse back the clock. He watched her turn around and leave, while she paused at the door only to say, "I don't regret that kiss, Klaus. I didn't then, and I don't regret it now."
No, no… don't say these things to me! He groaned in his head.
"I wish you wouldn't look at me and feel disgusted."
Davina was hoping he would say something, but he said nothing, which was her cue to leave.
Feeling crushed and unwanted, she escaped to her room and hid her face in a pillow, crying.
Minutes later, someone appeared by her bedroom door.
"Why the tears, darling?"
Davina sat up and looked into Kol's alluring, brown eyes. He was leaning his weight against her doorframe, his arms folded inside his chest.
"It's nothing." She sniffled. "I was just having a cry."
"No one cries like that unless they're unhappy." The Original entered her room without an invitation, and sat on the edge of her bed.
"I guess I just feel alone." She dried her eyes and breathed out slow. "You've all been so wonderful to me, I don't want you thinking that I—"
"That's not true. Nik's been an arse to you."
She felt embarrassed that he knew.
"I'm sorry he's been treating you this way. But if it makes you feel any better, at least he hasn't locked you up in a coffin for over two hundred years."
"Klaus had daggered you?" She was shocked.
"He had daggered all of us. You should know by now that he is obsessed with power and control. He played God with my life—all our lives. I almost feel bad that you are part of this family. We are extremely dysfunctional."
"I never made that judgement about you or any of you," said Davina. "In all honesty, I'm glad you're all in my life. I had no one. I thought my coven was my family, but they turned out to be my worst enemies."
"Well, that's just it, darling"—he smiled—"even family members can be toxic and unpredictable."
That was a valid argument.
"Take me for example," he added. "I can be toxic and unpredictable at times."
She appeared confused. "I've known you for almost four weeks and I haven't seen anything that would make me believe that."
Kol laughed. "You can thank Bonnie Bennett for that. She's tamed me… for the time being."
He didn't know what drew him to Davina. Since his return from the coffin, his head hadn't worked right. Slightly possessive, but mostly savage, he had a hard time keeping it together when he was with Bonnie, but something about Davina gave him peace. The voices went silent and the pain seemed to ease around her. His past had haunted him every day that he was in that miserable coffin, so much that he was suffering from PTSD. Kol was always on edge, with a few screws loose in his head.
Unbeknownst to Bonnie, he was also a chronic masturbator, sex addict, and had a debilitating addiction to vampire pornography. (Yes, the industry existed), but it was strictly underground material that was trafficked among the porn shops that were vampire affiliated. These were all secrets he dared not share with anyone. How could Bonnie possibly want him if she knew the truth about his darkness… his sinful desires.
Kol's eyes wandered down to his sister's cleavage. Something began to throb down below. "Come." His eyes quickly darted up to her face again as he stood up and held out his hand. "I'll show you all our mother's grimoires. You'll have better use for them, anyway."
Davina smiled and slipped her hand into his. He had cheered her up and rescued her from an evening of misery. She spent the night bonding with her big brother. Davina never knew what it was like to form a sibling relationship, but knowing that Kol cared about her made a world of a difference in her life. He made her laugh a lot and he was so easy to talk to. She didn't feel afraid or intimidated by him. He treated her with respect, and at that point, that was all she could hope for from all her siblings. Klaus was failing in that department, though she assumed he was not too bothered by it.
Kol had stocked the freezer with some ice cream and fixed Davina a bowl of Ben & Jerry's mint chocolate. They sat on some stools across the kitchen island while she ate, and he nourished his body with some blood. Kol was talking about his travels across Europe, when he noticed that she had some ice cream on the corner of her mouth.
"You've got a bit of—" He chuckled light heartedly.
"What?" Davina smiled.
"Some—" he pointed to the corner of his mouth.
"Oh! Crap, where are the tissues?"
Kol laughed. "Here, let me." He wiped the ice cream away with his thumb, and the next thing he did completely took Davina by surprise. Kol sucked the sweet mint chocolate off his thumb in the most erotic way that the young witch felt her face flush in heat.
It's only because he's a vampire that I'm feeling this way. It's nothing, she told herself.
"There." He grinned. "All gone."
~oOo~
Earlier that day…
2pm
Elena sat across Elijah at the Coffee Cup Café down town. They had accidentally ran into each other at the bookstore, and he invited her to have a coffee with him. The sun was shining, but it was too cold to sit outside, so they sat inside the café, ordered their steaming hot beverages, and talked. Elena loved the smell of freshly ground coffee beans, cinnamon, delicious baked pastries… It reminded her of her mother's baking, and she missed her often.
"How is Davina adjusting with you all?" Elena asked, sipping on her mug.
"Rather well, actually." The Original was dressed in his typical tailored suit, looking dashing per usual. Elena always thought he'd looked like he had walked off a high fashion photo shoot every time she saw him. There was nothing about him that appeared out of place.
"Klaus gets upset when I bring up the subject of Davina," she admitted.
"I cannot understand his animosity toward her," Elijah sighed.
"Maybe because she's a witch and he doesn't trust her."
"She is not a threat to us. She is family."
"You're so loyal to all your siblings."
"Davina is no exception." Elijah sipped his tea.
"I find that so admirable about you."
The Original smiled, noticing a lovely shade of blush spread across Elena's cheeks. Kol had told him about what Caroline said when he was at the boarding house, and she revealed Elena's "big secret." Elijah now knew that Elena had once had a crush on him. He wondered in that moment if that were still true.
"May I speak frankly, Elena?"
"Of course." She placed her mug down and folded her hands in her lap.
"Sometimes I wonder how my brother managed to possess such a pure soul."
There's nothing pure about me, she thought.
"He hasn't possessed me." Elena laughed nervously.
"But he has."
The music inside the café transitioned to a song by BT and Jes. "Every Other Way."
Love is radiating… farther away… ago...
The songstress sang the touching lyrics, as a masculine voice joined in with her in a duet.
Elena had heard this song before once, but this version was much slower.
Elijah stared into Elena's rich brown eyes, wondering what she was thinking.
There were so many times in the past when she and Elijah had been alone together, and she felt compelled to let him kiss her. But the opportunities were always interrupted, either on her own accord, or by someone else. Elena never wanted to admit her underlying attraction toward the elusive Original. He was a gentleman through and through; someone Elena had often imagined she would marry once she was ready to settle; a man who possessed the noble characteristics of Elijah Mikaelson. But did such a man even exist? She decided that there was only one person who possessed such unique qualities. He was devastatingly handsome, immortal, and sitting right across from her. There was only one of him. Duplication was impossible.
Neither of them ever addressed the chemistry they both felt toward each other. A melancholic love song played on in their minds whenever they were together, a song never to be heard in reality, just like their silent feelings that floated inside their emotional wells.
"I don't want him to hurt you," Elijah voiced with concern.
"He won't." Elena offered a sympathetic smile. "Thank you for caring, though." She reached out and rested her hand on top of his.
Something happened to both of them as soon as they made contact.
Lud-dub-lud-dub-lud-dub, went Elena's heart.
The Original heard her beating organ pounding in her chest, which only led him to conclude that he had some sort of effect on her. He loved his brother and truly wanted his happiness, but there was something about Elena that made him want to give little impressions of himself; little pieces of him. He wanted her to know him, to trust him. Katerina had broken his heart, and although Elena was the spitting image of the very woman who had destroyed him inside, he could not make a connection between their personalities. His respect for her was so great, because Elena had made sacrifices more than once for the people she cared about, for her loved ones… her family. It was the one thing they had in common. They both were willing to lay down their lives and offer themselves as the ultimate to sacrifice to save the people they loved.
"Your hand is ice cold." He squeezed her frozen fingers, and something immediately happened to Elena when he did this.
A white light flashed before her eyes, and the next thing she knew, she was inside a candle lit room, lying on her back in bed… with Elijah passionately making love to her. She kissed him fervently, as a tear rolled down her cheek.
The vision appeared to her in flashes, lasting for five seconds, and then vanishing. Elena gasped and pulled her hand away as if she had been electrocuted.
"Are you all right?" Elijah frowned.
"Yes." She forced herself to recover from those steamy images. "I'm fine."
He studied her for a moment, growing more worried than before. "You're certain?"
"Yes, of course." Elena plastered on a convincing smile, brushing her fingers through her lush long hair.
The Original tapped his fingers on the table and then said, "I'm having a little get together this evening. I would love it if you would grace us with your company."
She was flattered by the invitation. "I would love to, but I have finals I need to study for."
"Ah, of course, understandable." He sipped his tea again. "But please tell me you will attend our annual Christmas Ball this year."
Klaus had practically threatened that if she didn't come, he would be very, very angry.
"I'll be there." She beamed.
"Wonderful." Elijah was about to ask her something else when his cellphone vibrated. He read the text and then looked at the doe eyed beauty.
"I apologize, Elena, I must go." He threw some cash down on the table and stood up.
"Oh, okay." She rose to her feet as well. "Is everything all right?"
"Yes, I just have some business I need to tend to."
She wondered what kind of business he dabbled in.
Elijah reached into his shopping bag and pulled out a red leather bound book. The title was engraved in gold font, "The Principles of Love: Secrets of the Beloved" by Pierre V. Bordeaux.
"Please read this book when you have the time." He handed it to Elena.
"But… it's yours."
"I have a copy. I bought this one for you. I was going to give it to you later, but you conveniently happened to be at the bookstore."
Her cheeks heated up. It made her feel warm inside to know that he was thinking of her while she was not around.
"Thank you."
He offered her a hint of a smile, kissed her hand, and bid her farewell.
~oOo~
FIVE WEEKS LATER
December 10, 2012
It was a chilly Monday afternoon, and the snow had just begun to frost the ground in Mystic Falls. Jeremy was sitting at his desk in his history classroom, staring out the window, watching the snow-flakes melt against the glass.
Rebekah was sitting a couple rows across from him, and she had noticed the way his right knee kept bouncing up and down, almost like he was having a tick… withdrawal symptoms. Frowning, she was immediately worried that he was using again. The teacher was giving a lecture about Abraham Lincoln when Jeremy raised his hand and asked if he could use the restroom.
Mrs. Milton excused him, and twenty seconds later, Rebekah raised her hand and asked if she could use the restroom as well. Luckily, she was excused, and the first thing she did was follow Jeremy. The hallway was empty, so she used her vampire speed to get to his locker.
He was not there.
Where did you run off to, Jeremy? She wondered. Maybe nature hadactually called. Her boots clicked behind her, as she walked past the boys' locker room. She heard movement inside… and then the smell of blood… vampire blood.
Without a care, she pushed through the door and entered "forbidden territory." Rebekah didn't know if she should be angry or compassionate. He was an addict, after all.
"Jeremy, don't!"
But it was too late. He had already consumed the vial of blood, and its effects were immediately showing on his face. He was in heaven (or so he thought).
"Hey," Jeremy smiled. "You just can't keep your hands off me, can you?" He reached for her waist and pulled her into a kiss. His hands travelled down her spine squeezing her bottom through her skirt.
Rebekah fought for control and managed to rip her lips away from his.
"You said you would stop! Do you know how dangerous this is! You could die!"
"That wouldn't be the worst thing to happen to me." He grinned, kissing her neck.
This pattern occurred every time he got high. Jeremy became more authentic; his true self would break through the walls he put up around Rebekah. She hated that he needed to get high in order to let her in. Whenever he was sober, he treated her like she was the enemy.
"I miss your body." Jeremy grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up before he smashed her against the locker.
The Original was desperately trying to fight against her own urges and stay rational, but the way he was kissing her made it so impossible to focus with a clear head. "Jeremy…" she breathed, closing her eyes.
"Let me give it to you, Bekah," he whispered against her neck. "I'll be quick. I'll make you come so hard."
Her insides were contracting and on fire. What he was proposing was so scandalous.
"Please, let me fuck you." He pressed himself against her so she could feel just how much he wanted her.
"You're high…"
"So what?" Jeremy reached for her panties and tugged them off.
She completely surrendered her will once he discarded his shirt. She had a weakness for muscled men. Rebekah unfastened his belt, pulled out his throbbing shaft, and let him thrust into her hard and deep. The locker was almost about to tip over because Jeremy was driving in so hard. She held onto his shoulders for support, breathing and moaning as he fucked her with speed.
"You feel so good…" Jeremy groaned. "You feel so fucking good." His scrotum slapped against her in rhythm while they endlessly kissed.
What they didn't know was that Tyler had been in the locker room too, and he saw everything.
"Fuck, Bekah! I'm cumming!" Jeremy's entire body went tense, as he violently sprayed load after load into her cervix, giving the Original a mind numbing orgasm to follow.
Rebekah kissed him deeply, letting him recover from their spontaneous fuck session.
He carefully pulled out of her and placed her down on her feet again. "I needed that." Jeremy walked toward the sink to clean up. Once he had finished the task, he found Rebekah standing behind him. The edge of his shirt was dangling off the edge of her index finger and she looked somewhat irritated.
He retrieved his shirt and put it on. "Thanks."
"Jeremy, we need to talk about this."
"Not right now." He almost begged her with those dark puppy eyes. "Please, not right now." Jeremy wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her an insatiable kiss before he left the locker room and skipped the rest of his classes.
~oOo~
Drawings. Hundreds and hundreds of hand drawn sketches of her were all over his desk. He had sketched her beautiful face so much that every detail was permanently etched in his memory. Klaus stared down at his most recent masterpiece and then clenched his fists before he shoved the drawings off his desk, as they floated to the floor. His frustration had got the best of him.
He faced the window and lost himself in thought. The courtyard of their mansion was covered in snow. After what seemed like forever, he turned around and was startled to see Davina standing by his desk. She wasn't looking at him. She was looking down at the drawings of her face… sketched on every piece of paper that had scattered onto the floor.
"What are you doing here?" He scowled. "Don't you ever bloody knock!" Klaus reached down and started gathering the sketches. He was more upset that she discovered that he had been drawing her. It made him feel vulnerable. "Rubbish. It's all rubbish." He started ripping the sketches and trashing them, when Davina stopped him.
"I didn't know you were drawing me. Please don't destroy them. They're beautiful."
Klaus huffed in frustration, relenting only for a brief moment. "You don't understand, Davina."
"I do, though." She took his face in her hands and fearlessly stared into his intimidating eyes. "I so get you, Klaus. I get you in ways that she can't."
She, being Elena.
"I know what you want"—she brought her face closer—"I know what you need."
He stood very still, breathing, feeling powerless.
"I know you want me." Davina's lips were inches away from his, as she kept whispering, "I know you want to fuck me."
Klaus was painfully aroused. His body could not deny what he wanted, despite what his conscience was screaming: Do not give into this debauchery! You have morals! You love Elena! Davina is your sister! This is wrong!
And then another being slithered close to his ear and whispered, what morals, Niklaus? You've always lived a hedonistic lifestyle. Pleasure is all you know. Nothing and no one will get in the way of what you want. Take what you want! Who cares that she's your sister! She's offering herself to you. Take her! Ravage her inside out! Claim your territory. Take what is yours…
Sinful temptation. The watchful demon that never slept and sat on his left shoulder. The Hybrid's battle was endless and never let him rest.
Klaus glanced at the door and noticed that Davina had shut it. She brushed her fingers down his muscled chest and bit on her bottom lip. "Do you think about that night? When you kissed me?"
His veins were on fire, as he stared at her with lust.
"I think about it every night—" she unbuttoned her top—"I think about you kissing me… touching me…"
"Davina." It sounded like a plea.
She reached for the bulge in his pants and stroked her palm up and down on him. "See? You want me." She smirked with triumph. "You can do whatever you want to me, Klaus—whatever—you—want."
Those words echoed in his mind, forcing his darkest demon to rattle its cage, desperate to get free and consume her.
And that's exactly what happened. Klaus set fire to his soul, pulled his sister's hot young body against him, and kissed her hard. One quick swipe; he cleared all the contents off his desk and bent her over on it. In five short seconds, Davina's wet panties had slipped down to her ankles, her skirt was pulled up over her waist, and her firm bottom was now exposed to him.
"Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart," said Klaus, "because you just might get it!" He spit on her sphincter and shoved his pulsing length inside before he proceeded to fuck her in the roughest anal sex ever. Davina moaned in pain and…
Klaus suddenly woke up, drenched in sweat and excruciatingly hard. He was alone in his bed, sitting in the darkness. These graphic sex dreams had been afflicting him for weeks, and he'd had enough.
Feeling slightly unhinged, he marched down the hallway to Davina's room, flicked on the light, and began to yell at her like a madman.
"Stay out of my head! You devil woman!"
The young witch looked terrified, as she hugged the sheets to her chest and sat up in silence.
"Stop what you're doing! Stop it!"
"I'm not doing anything! I don't know what you mean!" She looked at him with frightened eyes, trembling because his temper was so vicious.
"You're a demon! A bloody demon!"
He had caused enough ruckus to wake the rest of his siblings, as they rushed to their sister's bedroom. Elijah was first to speak up.
"What is the meaning of this? Have you gone mad, Niklaus?"
"She's making me mad! I want her out of this house!"
Rebekah frowned and stood in front of him. "What's wrong with you? What could Davina have possibly done?"
He couldn't tell them about the sex dreams, he couldn't tell them about his sinful lusting. Klaus shot Davina a hateful glare and then looked at Rebekah. "I want her gone!"
He disappeared down the hall and slammed his bedroom door shut.
Davina started crying and Kol was immediately at her side, pulling her to his chest to comfort her.
Elijah was baffled. He couldn't make sense of his brother's outburst no more than the rest of his siblings.
"I didn't do anything," Davina cried. "I was just sleeping. He stormed in and—"
"Shhh," said Kol. "It's okay, darling. No need to explain yourself. We all know how psychotic Nik can be."
"Maybe he's right. I really should go." She sniffled.
Rebekah frowned. "None sense. I have only one sister and there is no way I am letting her leave because of our grump of a brother."
Elijah pulled Rebekah away to the side for a brief moment. "I will speak with Niklaus in the morning. This isn't normal behaviour. I feel like he's withholding something from us."
She rolled her eyes. "He always keeps things from us, Elijah. That's nothing new to me, nor should it be to you."
Kol regarded his siblings and said, "You two head back to bed. I'll stay with her and make sure she's all right before I go to sleep."
Rebekah sat beside Davina and stroked her cheek. She felt protective of her, they all did. They could not understand why Klaus hated her so much, because ever since she moved in with them, she had made their lives better, and made them feel so much safer against the enemy covens that wanted them all dead. "Don't let him get to you, Davi. We'll get this all sorted out in the morning." She hugged her sister and left, while Elijah followed suit.
Kol was finally alone with her. He turned on her bedside lamp, switched off the light in the bedroom, and returned with a glass of water.
"Drink this, darling."
She gratefully accepted and drank the cool liquid down; it helped her find some sort of equilibrium in her mind. "Thank you."
He sat beside her and thought she looked so heartbreakingly beautiful, even when she cried. She was the first girl he had ever encountered who did not need a touch of makeup to enhance her beauty, it was naturally gifted to her.
"I'm sorry he terrified you."
"Not your fault." She hugged her knees to her chest, causing Kol's eyes to wander between her legs. She was wearing a lavender nightgown. "He can't physically hurt me, even if he wanted to. I'm too powerful. It just hurts that he hates me."
Kol stared so deeply in her eyes that she almost felt naked. "Thank you for being such a big brother to me."
"No need to thank me, Davina." He offered a smile. "Lie down."
She got under the covers and was surprised to see him move in next to her, but she didn't protest. Kol pulled her into the safety of his arms and cuddled her.
Davina felt so conflicted in that moment. She wasn't sure which feeling was stronger; the attraction she felt toward him, or the feeling of being loved and protected in a perfectly healthy way. It was confusing her.
"Rest your eyes, darling," he whispered.
Davina slowly, but surely drifted off to sleep, feeling safe within her brother's embrace.
~oOo~
Jasmine waved her hand in front of the water-filled basin in her bedroom. She had seen everything that had transpired between Klaus and Davina earlier. She smiled sinisterly to herself and rubbed her hands together.
"It's only a matter of time before you give in, and when you do… your love that you have for Elena," she said with disgust, "will be destroyed! Forever!" Jasmine cackled deliriously to herself.
The wicked witch was the one who was torturing Klaus and conjuring these sex dreams. Davina was her personal anchor, allowing Jasmine to work her magic through her. She had been tormenting Klaus every night with these vivid nightmares, in hopes that he would finally give in to his carnal desires. But the Hybrid had shown great self-control. Still, she was confident that he would no longer be able to resist. Jasmine was aware that Davina was secretly in love with him, and she was using her as a pawn in her game of chess.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! There is a Christmas Ball coming up AND a tropical vacation… who will attend this vacation? You will soon find out! Amber and I have decided to push the boundaries of erotica and taboo, which is why we have added the Kol/Davina subplot. Kol has been our wild card, and his true personality will soon be revealed throughout the story, so hold on… it's going to be one hell of a crazy ride! Amber and I have lots more sexy storytelling to do before we get into the ooey gooey tear jerker stuff! This idea for this story had started out as my best friends idea (Amber), but it has been a pleasure for me to write it and bring her vision to life. I hope you have been enjoying the ride babe! xx Thank you for all your contributions and helping me through my moments of writers block xoxoxox
Some of you will be deeply disturbed, others cheering, others disturbingly turned on (lol) and perhaps a majority of you feeling: "WTF!?"
But I believe a good writer should take their reader on an emotional roller coaster, make them question their own beliefs, consider alternatives… to disturb and comfort at the same time. This is what The Depth of Love has been all about. Pushing limits. I am considering to transfer this story to another account I have on here. So the next chapter posted, I will reveal my new account.
