Hi all, the rating of this story has gone up because of sexual content. If you don't like, don't read. I'm nervous about posting this chapter, so your feedback is muchly appreciated. Lots of love and virtual hugs to you all - CD

Someone was shaking her.

"Little wolf?"

"Go away."

"C'mon love, open your eyes."

The person shook her again. Harder.

Annoyed, Hayley pushed the hands away as though they were nothing but irksome insects. But the hands came back in an instant. The person wouldn't stop shaking her. It began to get quite annoying. Didn't this person known that rousing a hormonal woman was like awakening a vicious dragon? The person shook her again. She groaned. Surely, this man had a death wish.

Hayley rolled onto her back and opened her eyes. A boyish face stared down at her – wolf-like eyes, a diabolic smirk, and a jutting stubbled chin.

Hayley smiled up at a Klaus.

"Hey," she said softly, realizing she was still lying on the floor, her hair sprawled around her like a fan.

"Hey," he said in return.

They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"I've got some business to attend to at the French Quarter; some of the nightwalkers are questioning my authority."

"How disastrous," Hayley said sarcastically.

Klaus's lips twitched into small smirk. "Just tell Elijah, where I've gone, will you?"

Hayley looked around.

"Where is he?"

"Went to find breakfast, I think," said Klaus, shrugging. "When he returns tell him I'll be at the quarter all day."

"Okay," said Hayley, sitting up and stretching her stiff muscles. "Klaus?"

"Mmm?"

"I'd hate to delay your plans for regional domination but on your way out, could you turn off the air-conditioning?"

"If you do me a favour in return?"

"What do you want?" Hayley asked.

"Today, you and Elijah will have the day to yourselves, and I don't want you to think about me, I want you to enjoy the day –"

"This is weird. I hated you two fighting over me, but you two sharing me is so friggin absurd."

"That's why I want you forget about me temporarily. Can you do that Little wolf, or do I have to compel you?"

"Don't you dare Klaus, if you compel me, you will wish you never knew what regret felt like."

Klaus raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. "Are you threatening me?"

"Damn right," replied Hayley. "You tamper with my mind one bit and I'll never forgive you."

"As you wish, little wolf," said Klaus, bowing his head. "Have a good day." And he left the room at vampire speed.

Hayley sighed and ran a hand through her messy hair. She was stretching her muscles, when Elijah walked into the room twenty-minutes later. He was holding a plate of toast in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

"Morning," he said, handing her breakfast. He looked tired, pale and slightly sick - if that was possible for a vampire.

"Thank you," said Hayley accepting the food and plopping herself on the couch. He joined her moments later, smiling tightly.

"Klaus is spending the day at the French Quarter, sorting out some political business," she said, biting into her toast.

"Mmphf," was all he said.

Hayley held up the second piece of toast. "Do you want some? Have you had breakfast yet?"

Elijah laughed softly. "Yes, I've had toast; it's my vampire diet that I'm lacking on. I went to the blood bank this morning but they are low on supplies and won't be giving any to me for a few days, and I can't prey on innocent people, can I?"

"No wonder you don't look so good." Hayley placed on cup of coffee on the coffee table, before pushing her hair over one shoulder, exposing her neck. "Feed on me."

"No, Hayley –"

"Elijah, I've been bitten before, Klaus –"

"I am not Klaus!" he shouted, and for once, he looked terrifying.

Hayley flinched. "And I am not going to watch you suffer! Do it Elijah."

"No."

Exasperated, Hayley got up and stormed into the kitchen. She retuned moments later, holding a knife to her wrist.

Elijah stood up. For once, he was the one who looked afraid.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"If you won't feed on my willingly, I'll tempt you until you break." Hayley began piercing the knife into her skin. She bit her lip at the sharp pain.

"Stop," said Elijah, and suddenly Hayley was pinned against the wall. The knife flew from her hand and she heard it clatter to the floor. Elijah's strong hands were on either side of her head, pinning her to the wall, and his face was so close to hers. For once, he looked positively savage. His eyes flashing red, cracks blemishing his usually beautiful face, his teeth bared like an animal. He stared at her for a moment, breathing heavily, willing himself to calm down. Hayley felt blood trickle from her wrist, and for once she wondered if she had pushed Elijah too far.

But she hadn't. Slowly his face transformed back to normal, but he didn't let her move, instead, he said, "you are stupidly stubborn."

"I know," she whispered, her voice quivering. She didn't know whether she was trembling out of fear or from the closeness of his presence. Blood drops were forming on her wrist. I am stupidly stubborn, she repeated to herself as she held her wrist out to Elijah. At first, he remained motionless and impassive, but then slowly he reached out and took her wrist and brought it to his lips. He didn't bite her. Instead he licked away the limited blood with his tongue.

It wasn't enough. Hayley knew that. He still looked terrible.

She leant her head against the wall.

"Please Elijah, just feed on me, I'll be alright, I'm a werewolf, I heal fast, please, c'mon…" She reached out and cupped his face. "You won't hurt me, I know you won't, and the truth is, it hurts me seeing you so pained."

Elijah inhaled a sharp quivering breath, his expression torn. He lowered his hands, unpinning her.

"But Hayley, you tell me, if I go too far okay?" He reached out one hand to play with her hair, gently draping it over one shoulder. His other hand curled around her waist, pulling her towards him, so her small body was flushed against his.

"Okay," she agreed, smiling slightly.

He didn't return the smile. Instead he leant down and kissed her cheek, trailing his soft lips across her jaw bone, towards her ear. He softly nibbled on her earlobe and shivers cascaded through her body, and she clung to him, her fingers grabbing his broad shoulders.

"I didn't realize feeding was so sexual," she whispered, closing her eyes as he trailed butterfly kisses down her throat.

He pulled away sharply. "If you don't like it, I'll stop."

"I didn't say I didn't like it," retorted Haley. Elijah opened his mouth and Hayley sensed an apology, so she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to her, "just shut up and kiss me," she said. There was something in her voice that made him obey. He kissed her lips, her forehead, each eyelid; gentle kisses fluttering across her cheek, her ears and back to her lips again. She opened her mouth to receive him, moaning in the appreciation of his soft, passionate lips. He moved lower, filtering his warm breath down her neck. He then kissed her throat with an open mouth. One of his hands curled behind her head, pulling her to him, the other was curled tightly around her waist, his fingers making swirling patterns against hip. Hayley leant further against the wall, tilting her head back, giving him easier access to her throat. She felt Elijah tense, but then suddenly something inside him snapped, and his fangs pierced her neck.

She gasped, and rolled her head to the side. He sucked at her blood, all the while his hands were caressing her body, as though in apology. Hayley was balancing on the edge of pleasure and pain. When Elijah, pulled away, five minutes later, his face was glowing. He no longer looked sick or tired. Instead he looked like the powerful original he was. He wiped the blood of his lips. Her blood.

"Are you hurt?"

"No," she said. She could feel her neck healing already – the perks of being a werewolf.

"Thank you," he said, caressing her cheek. The feeling of his lips still tainted her mind- where he had touched her and where he hadn't. She wanted him.

Elijah pulled away from her, which is the exact opposite of what she wanted. Feeling brazen, Hayley pulled off her shirt, leaving her in a white bra. Elijah was already walking away.

"Elijah," she called after him.

He turned around and stopped, his eyes fixed upon her half-naked form, his mouth slightly agape.

"You're not going to leave me unsatisfied are you?" she asked, unhooking her bra. "Especially since I satisfied you." She dropped her bra to the floor.

Elijah stared at her, not as a vampire, or an original, but as a man. His eyes raked over her body, and before Hayley knew it, he had picked her up, somehow carried her upstairs, and thrown her not too gently on the bed. Clothes flew off in a blue. She didn't remember what she had taken off herself, or what he had.

As she made love to Elijah, she remembered the depth of his eyes, the softest of his fingers, and the way he kissed the fresh scar on her neck, over and over again, until it had healed completely.