My words seemed to hang in the air as silence enveloped the room. Elijah's expression quickly went from shock to one of annoyance, clearly opposed to my idea although I wasn't sure if this was because of the risk to my life it presented or the idea of sharing me with anyone other than his brother. The assembled vampires slowly turned to look at Klaus who seemed taken aback by my suggestion. Quite a few of the vampires at the table seemed pleased by the idea, so I knew he could hardly deny them without risk of seeming weak and made vulnerable by his emotions. I raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on my lips, challenging him to protest. He caught the challenge in my gaze and his eyes seemed to darken, brow furrowing.

"Of course Elena. My guests would be honoured to dine on blood as rare and fine as yours." His words were acidic and I tried to contain my flinch as they bit into me. He removed the girl from the table and took her from the room, returning moments later. Elijah rose and took my hand, expression blanked and resigned. He lifted me gently on the table. I was unsure whether to sit or lie down but a light nudge from Elijah prompted me to take a laid out position. The vampires swarmed around me, faces hungry. Their eyes were red and terrifying, thick black veins and fangs bared.

"If anyone drains her I will be very upset. Doppelgangers are hard to find," said Klaus his tone light and jokey but with an undercurrent of seriousness. The assembly laughed. I felt cold hands trailing my skin, seeking out the plumpest veins, and I closed my eyes. A second later there was a sharp pain in my wrist, and then the other as two of the vampires latched on. Then both sides of my throat were assaulted, and then pain began radiating from my thighs. I was surprised by the location of the last two bites but a quick glance confirmed that it was Klaus and Elijah who were feeding there. Elijah caught my eye and winked at me. I whimpered softly and closed my eyes again, resolving to keep them tight shut until it was over. The vampires suckled furiously at my body and I quickly began to feel faint. I wasn't surprised by this and I welcomed the darkness and peaceful oblivion that I knew would follow.

I didn't remember the exact moment that I passed out but I knew that it had happened because when i opened my eyes I was in the living room, sprawled on a sofa. There were bandages on my wrists and neck. My party dress was gone; leaving me in my underwear...I looked down at myself and frowned. On second glance, not my underwear. Someone had changed me. And, judging by the lack of blood on my skin they had bathed me as well. I didn't really know how to take that gesture. It was either caring or really creepy.
I sat up, my head spinning. I noticed then that I wasn't alone in the room. The girl from the dinner party, the one that I'd stopped from being fed on, was asleep in a chair nearby.

"You're awake," said Elijah's soft voice. I turned to look at him and smiled slightly. He came over and offered me an aspirin which I took willingly. I was glad it was him here and not Klaus; although I was sure they were both mad at me for different reasons.

"Elena..." he began. I sighed, waiting for him to yell. "What you did was very brave. Foolish, but exceptionally brave. I admire that."

"Really?" that was unexpected. I thought there would be more yelling and name calling. But then again, this was Elijah. He never really seemed to lose his cool except where his brother was concerned.

"Yes. You are a pure and strong individual."

"She's an idiot of the highest calibre" came a sharp, angry voice. I turned and saw Klaus standing in the shadows, face contorted in rage. "What were you thinking? Were you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"No. I know you wouldn't let me get killed... unfortunately." He snarled, sped over to me and slapped me hard across the face. I winced, recoiling.

"You're right, we won't let you. But one of our guests could easily have lost control. And then where would I be? With a dead loud-mouth fucking doppelganger!" Elijah wrapped an arm protectively around me.

"Klaus, don't lose control. You don't want to hurt her." Elijah warned his brother. I was quietly terrified but I forced myself to stay strong. I pushed off Elijah's arm and stood up, locking my gaze with Klaus.

"If you were so worried about my safety then why did you let them feed on me?" he growled.

"You think you hold some kind of control over me, don't you? That you say something and I'll do just as you want, right?" he strode towards the sleeping girl purposefully.

"What are you doing?" he looked over at me, eyes half mad.

"Guess what Elena? You don't!" he grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her to her feet, waking her. He tore open her throat with a swipe of his hand. I screamed as blood poured from her throat and sank to my knees in desperation. Elijah wrapped his arms around me once again, twisting me away from the gruesome sight so I could hide my face in his shirt. It took me a moment to calm my disturbed senses. I pushed myself away from Elijah once more, cheeks tear stained. I stood up and looked at Klaus who was standing, eyes unfocused as if he was in a daze, hands and clothes stained in blood. I took shaky steps towards him, stopping a foot from him, trying desperately not to look at the dead girl lying nearby. He looked at me, expression blank. I slapped him hard across the face.

"You are a monster." I turned and stormed off to my room. I refused to cry until I was in the room, but when I got there, no tears came. I calmly put on a nightdress, feeling naked and vulnerable. I looked around at the furniture, the bed, and the clothes in the wardrobe. These weren't mine. They were theirs. The things that they liked, what they wanted me to be. I grabbed the nearest object and hurled it against the wall. I tore at the paintings, the sheets and the clothes. I tore them apart, destroying everything and anything that my hands came into contact with.

When everything was destroyed, I sank to the floor and sobbed, head in my hands. I cried until I had no more tears, then I crawled into a nest of blankets in the centre of the bed. I lay there, whimpering.

There was a soft knock at the door. I didn't respond but the door opened anyway and the two brothers came in. I sighed and buried my head in the pillow so I wouldn't have to look at them.

"Elena..." said Klaus. His voice was soft, hurt. He sounded like a disgraced schoolboy.

"What do you want?" I asked quietly, voice muffled by the pillows. There was no reply for a moment but I felt the bed dip as a person sat either side of me. Cold hands began to touch my skin, trying to soothe me.

"We..." Klaus began but Elijah coughed, cutting him off. Klaus sighed. "Sorry, correction, I wanted to apologise for how I acted, what I said and did." I sat up and wiped my teary eyes. I looked at them both. The scolded face of Klaus and the strong, impassive face of Elijah. I felt angry at them both for snatching me from my home, for making me part of this nightmare. I felt sad that I couldn't control my emotions and right now I wanted more than anything was to be able to just scream and shout without fear but I couldn't. Not just because of the threat of pain but because of the damn look on Klaus' face that made my heart beat in sympathy while I was still mad at him. I wanted control of my life. I narrowed my eyes.

"You should be." I caught a flicker of surprise on both their faces. Clearly they expected me to just surrender to them like, to be the pathetic little human. Well I was tired of playing that role. I knew they were monsters, knew they were vampires and that blood and death was what they knew but that didn't excuse their behaviour every time they lost their temper! "You're both as bad as each other. I don't like being here and I want to leave." I saw Klaus' expression flicker so I carried on quickly before he could lose it again. "But I can't, I know that and I accept it and since I have to put up with you both, I need to be able to show how I feel without fear." They looked like they wanted to interrupt but I wouldn't let them. "Now both of you, shut up and get your damn clothes off." I surprised myself with my words and I clearly surprised them. Klaus laughed. "What the hell are you laughing at mister?" I asked, arms folded. He reigned in his laughter but couldn't help letting a small smirk loose.

"Nothing ma'am."

"Good. Now. Clothes. Off." They looked at each other and I felt nervous, wondering if I'd overstepped my boundaries. They both stood up and began to shed their clothes. I watched them, the two brothers stood side by side. They looked like beautiful, merciless fallen angels.

"Come here" I said softly, my previous dominating strength gone from my voice. They climbed back onto the bed. I circled my arms around them and kissed both in turn. Their lips were soft and warm against mine and when I released one in favour of the other, they would trail soft kisses along my neck and shoulders. I gripped a wrist and placed it at the zip of my dress, seeking a release from the fabric and granting them permission to remove the garment. They slipped off the dress, taking what felt like hours but was probably less than a minute. My underwear quickly followed. Hands caressed my bare flesh and lips tasted my skin. I wasn't sure which touch belonged to which brother at this point and I didn't care really, I just let it happen. I reached down and grasped warm hard flesh. A low moan came from Klaus as I stroked his hard member. I felt a finger run along my inner thigh, lazily seeking out my dampening centre. I arched, twisting around in an attempt to entreat the stubborn digit into my depths where I most wanted it. The finger retreated and I let out an agonized mewl of disappointment. Elijah gave a throaty chuckle and ground his rigid erection against my yielding skin. Klaus' skilled tongue worked at my breasts, his light nips and tugs with his teeth only heightening my pleasure. I felt like they were playing me like an instrument, knowing exactly which chords to play leading up to a thundering crescendo. Each touch was deliberate and consuming, sending deep smouldering flames coursing through my body, heating my skin and adding fuel to my arousal. I grew frustrated with their slow torture and moved to take control of the situation once more. I pushed Elijah down onto his back and straddled him, sinking down onto his rigid length with a moan. Klaus' arms encircled me, hands and lips exploring my body as I rocked my hips slowly, head back as slow ecstasy washed over me. I rode Elijah until he reached his peak and let out a glorious cry, my name spilling from his lips as he climaxed deep in me. I barely had time to blink before I found myself sprawled on my stomach with Klaus' hands on my waist as he prepared to bury himself inside me. I arched myself, enticing him. He entered my roughly and I closed my eyes as he began to thrust hard. The sudden contrast between the slow love making I'd experienced with Elijah and now the passionate rough sex brought me to a fast climax. Klaus continued to plough into my aching body until my legs went limp and he had to hold me up, until I felt his warm seed release inside me. Klaus tenderly lay me on the bed, spooning his body around mine. Elijah mimicked him on my other side, our legs loosely knotted together like spaghetti. I felt warm and happy, despite the feelings from earlier that were still stirring at the bottom of my stomach. Their hands gently stroked over my skin, calming me. I closed my eyes, yawning and snuggling down into the softness of the blankets.

"We do love you Elena." Murmured Elijah. "Don't ever forget that." I was half asleep but his words permeated my sleepy cocoon.