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Chapter 21

"It's really become very simple," he purred holding on to me with a tight grip, "I love you and I can't seem to stop. Everything else is just… collateral damage." It shouldn't have sounded sexy, but it did and I grabbed his tie and slammed his mouth down to meet mine.

The few clothes I was wearing were stripped off me in an animalistic manner and I shivered and tried to pull my hands free to touch him, but I couldn't summon the will to fight hard enough to win. One of his hands skimmed teasingly across my skin and I leaned up to suck on the patch of delicious skin in front of me.

He sped to a stand and pulled off his clothes, faster than the human eye would have been able to see. I wasn't human so I got a lovely view, before pouncing back on me. A hand slid to stroke between my legs, I gave a small whimper as bliss zinged through my veins.

"Please," I gasped, digging my nails into his ass, a soft moan followed and I knew that this time they'd be no waiting. A hand tossed one leg over his shoulder and I curled the other around his waist.

"My pleasure," he murmured against my lips. One second was all it took for him to be inside me. One moment I was empty the next I wasn't. There was a moment of pain, before I clenched down around him and rolled my hips. If I had opened my eyes I would have seen his confusion but the moment I move he started.

It wasn't the hard fast pace I was expecting, but agonisingly slow as he made sure to touch everywhere. I mewled and bit with blunt teeth, driving him to uncontrollable passion. His fangs buried themselves in my shoulder and I stilled, shock and liquid fire erupting through me and dragging him along after. I felt him shudder above me.

"You're a virgin," he said in disbelief as he drew out of me. I sighed in protest.

"Was a virgin," I corrected, "I think we've changed that, though I'm hoping we could be a little more thorough just in case." Elijah mouth latched on to mine for a moment, before he drew away.

"I can guarantee that I am nowhere near done with you," he promised darkly. We spent all day in that room, with sage burning so that we weren't overheard. By the end of it I was a bruised, bloody, bitten mess lying bonelessly on top of Elijah and he was cajoling me into drinking his blood.

"You want me to drink your blood for the same reason I want you to drink mine," I said shrewdly, "You like it." He shot me a shark's grin that had my breath catch and leaned down so he could whisper in my ear.

"Yes, I do," he breathed, biting into his wrist and held it against my mouth making me drink. I groaned, and swallowed it down eagerly. My bruises faded, the bite marks closed up and I pouted.

"I like having your bites," I admitted softly, as he prompted me to tell him what was wrong. A second later, his teeth had buried themselves high on the inside of my thigh.

"As much as I hate to admit it, we do have to get out of this bed sometime," Elijah sighed. I snuggled up next to him and my eyes fluttered tiredly. Together we fell asleep.

I blinked and the world settled back into focus. I was sitting at a table, it was so low that we were sitting on the floor. I wore nothing but a sari made of sheer see-through white gaze like fabric. Shots were set out like high tea and an undisturbed bottle of what was essentially Mercian vodka sat in the centre.

"What is this place?" Elijah asked from next to me, making me jump. I turned and stared at him. He was dressed in Calvin Cline sleep pants, or at least what passed for them if they were made of material so thin that it was almost non-existent.

"This is a dream," I said as the girls all filed in around us, "You're in my dream." Shots were poured but none of them seemed to acknowledge that he was there, soon I couldn't acknowledge him either.

"To Amy, happy unofficial birthday," we cheered, it was like following a script. The same as it always was, but now Elijah was here too. Then it changed and the wet splattering sounds that I had come to know so well started.

"Mina," Elijah yelled, for the tenth time as I stared at him, "Mina, what is happening?" My mouth suddenly disengaged from the script and I could speak as I pleased.

"Were about to wake up a bloody mess," I said truthfully. Darkness flickered as all the lights went out. I tripped into Elijah and grabbed his hand tightly. Warmth coated us and suddenly there was shocking light as stars exploded in the sky. Bit's falling from the heavens, flames leapt and I stared into Elijah's pale face as there was an eardrum shattering boom.

We both vaulted upwards, our hands locked together tightly. He looked to me with questioning eyes but the words didn't come and I was so lost in my routine that I'd gotten up and started to strip the bed.

"Mina," I fought the impulse to jump as he pulled me out of my reverie. Hands clasped tightly around my upper arms as if to reassure himself that I wasn't going anywhere. "What… you said you just wake up covered in blood," Elijah said recalling our last conversation, "Is this what you meant?"

"Yeah," I said softly, "I don't know… I don't know how you came to be in my dream. It's never happened before. I'm sorry you had to see all that."

"All what?" he asked, "Because I've never seen anywhere like that place in my thousand years of life and that was before everything went to…" He was scared. He didn't show it, and he didn't intend to I realised but Elijah was terrified.

"I wasn't ignoring you, you know," I said as I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, "It was like I was in a movie or a play and I had to act out my part. Then something sort of… breaks the pattern and."

"And everything around you is massacred," he finished, "Do the stars usually explode?"

"No that's new as well," I said stepping into the shower. Elijah followed me in, and although we didn't say another word he couldn't stop running his hands over me, like he was making sure I was okay.

"I'm still not leaving," he said finally once we were dressed. The bed was made and the expression on his face could only be described as horror as he saw the backup sheets and pyjamas that I wore so nobody got suspicious.

"That's what I'm afraid of," I said sadly. There we're photos of my friends lining the wall and I wondered why he didn't make the connection between them and the girls in our dream. Maybe it was the same magic that protected us from being recognised as Sailor Scouts in battles.

"I wish you weren't," he replied and I offered him a small smile.

"But you understand why I am now, don't you?" I said back. His eyes slide shut for a moment before he nodded. A soft kiss was pressed against my lips.

"I love you," he told me, murmuring the phrase into my hair.

"I love you too," I promised.

So what did you think? I just wanted to say thank you to my two reviewers. One of you suggested that Damon or Klaus would be preferred. I do actually like Damon, but not for this story and Klaus and Mina…. Am I the only one seeing the entire planet burn every time they have an argument? Review me.