A/N: Short chapter while I get back into the swing of things. I've been working on my novel recently but I'm going to a vampire diaries convention this weekend so I've been all the originals episodes back to back and I felt inspired. Hope you enjoy, there are lemons.

After a while of lying on my bed with my head buried in the pillow, there was a knock at the door. I sat up and wiped the remainder of my tears from my eyes. I didn't want anyone to see how much my friends' words had affected me.

"Yeah…?" The door opened and Elijah came in. I gave him a weak smile. "Hey Elijah. What's up?"

"I could ask you the same thing." I hoped he wouldn't see through my mask but I should have known better. He came over and seated himself on the edge of my bed, his hand moving to gently rub my back and draw me closer. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a choking sob. He sighed softly and pulled me into an embrace. I buried my face into his shirt, not crying but whimpering softly. He stroked my hair and murmured quietly to me. I stifled my emotions against his chest, trying to bottle them up altogether. I felt weak and that was something I hated to feel around these people.

After a few minutes of him whispering soft nothings and rocking me back and forth I managed to calm down enough to talk coherently.

"I'm getting your shirt all messed up…"

"It's a shirt. I have others," he responded calmly. I stayed silent, feeling stupid for my emotional breakdown but unwilling to pull away from him. The minutes ticked by and eventually Elijah spoke up. "Elena, do you want to talk about what happened?"

"They all hate me…" I mumbled.

"I'm sure that's not true."

"It is. They blame me. They're acting like I wanted this just because I don't want them to get killed trying to save me."

"Well people rarely want to listen when others tell them what's best for them. No matter how true it is. But… you don't have to go back if you don't want to. If you thirst for education, I'm sure myself or one of my brothers would be happy to oblige."

"No. The only thing worse than going back would be not going back. I don't run from my fights."

"You're a brave girl Elena." I sat silently before speaking once again, asking the most pressing question on my mind.

"Will they ever forgive me?"

"You haven't done anything that need's forgiving. Just give them time and they'll move on. They're your friends, they care about you. That will outweigh their anger." I sighed softly and rested my cheek against his chest, hearing the soft sound of his heartbeat. He stroked my hair gently, holding me loosely. I lifted my head and looked up into his eyes.

"Thank you Elijah… for everything."

"I wish I could do more,"

"You've done more than enough." His lip quirked and he looked away, seemingly deep in thought. I watched him, his expression unreadable.

"Do you miss your home?" he asked quietly.

"Of course I do… my friends, my home. They're all part of who I am, part of my family. You spent centuries trying to get your family back, missing them. You of all people can understand how I feel."

"Is there nothing positive you gain from being here?"

"Well… I don't miss all those mystic falls dances. They get annoying after a while," I smiled slightly. "And you're not the worst company Elijah."

"Well thank you. And I happen to think you are quite the beautiful dancer." I smiled and looked up at him. He placed a hand on my cheek, leaned in and kissed me. I was startled but kissed back shyly. He drew me closer and the kiss became something desperate, frantic almost. He was fierce, dominant, as he tore up the front of my top. My hands scrabbled at him, pushing his jacket down before fumbling at the buttons of his shirt. He slipped it off and began to kiss down the valley between my breasts. I allowed myself to go limp and he lay me down on the bed, moving on top of me. My fingers knotted in his hair as he progressed down my stomach and I let my eyes close.

His hands went to the button of my jeans and undid them deftly. Something dark stirred in my mind and I halted his hands. He lifted his head and looked at me, eyes concerned.

"Is it because I look like her?" I didn't have to say who, he knew and he pulled back at my words.

"No. Elena, don't ever think that."

"You loved her."

"Once. A long time ago. But the girl that I loved died many centuries ago leaving nothing but a twisted monster in her place. You share her face but nothing else. Katherine uses her beauty like a whip, whereas yours shines out of you. Because of that, you are far more beautiful that she ever was or ever will be. And I care for you in a way that is unique to you." He smiled and stroked my cheek, his eyes warm and reassuring. I took his hand and gently kissed it. His smile grew and he skimmed a finger down my body. He hooked it into the waistband of my jeans.

"You my dear, are over dressed." He kissed my neck and shoulder, biting softly in places as he removed my jeans. Everything was moving so fast, I could barely think straight. His hands felt like they were everywhere, his touches overwhelmed my sense, sending me into overdrive. They were different from Kol's soft but insistent touches, these were firm, almost harsh and frenzied. It made sense in a way. He was so controlled during his life, he needed to lose control and break free.

He removed the last pieces of my clothing and ran his eyes over me.

"You are a goddess Elena," he whispered to me. I gently pulled him up so he was level and kissed him firmly. This was his chance to relinquish control. I pushed lightly at his chest and he surrendered to my touch, rolling onto his back. I straddled him and ran my hands over his chest, kissing softly. I felt a spark of wickedness inside me and I bit lightly at his collarbone. His hands ran up my thighs and came to rest on my waist. I removed his neatly pressed trousers and boxers, freeing his already hard member. I lifted myself and sank onto him, closing my eyes as I let him fill me. He held me, our chests pressed against each other, the feeling of skin against skin warm and comforting. I rocked my hip slowly, taking my time between each movement. I buried my face against his neck, stifling my moans.

His grip on my waist grew tighter, moving me quicker. I felt my pleasure building as he thrust up. My head fell back, mouth open. He let out a soft noise, almost a purr, and let his hands explore my frame. I bit my lip, to keep myself from crying out as my climax overwhelmed me. Elijah's actions grew harder as he thrust up roughly, climaxing with me. I slumped against him, our legs entangled, and he stroked my back, tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

He kissed my forehead softly and I lifted my head to look up at him. I didn't regret what we'd done but I had that same strange feeling I'd had after being with Kol, like a part of me was missing. No… not missing. Taken. I didn't understand and it confused me. I tried not to think about it, opting to focus on how I felt. But… I didn't really feel anything. I felt almost numb.

"I should go. I promised Kol I'd go hunting with him tonight."

"Do you have to?"

"Yes. In future I will make an effort to ensure I have no plans after any encounters similar to this. Then I can hold you all night long."

"You're assuming you'll get another chance." He laughed softly and kissed my cheek.

"We'll see which one of us breaks first." He gave me a wink and got out of bed, getting dressed. I watched him from the bed, feeling a little hurt by his abrupt departure. He headed for the door, pausing to blow me a kiss before leaving.

I lay in the bed deep in thought. This was all too much, too confusing for me. I needed someone to talk to. I wished I had Caroline or Bonnie, someone to help me make sense of this mess. The only person around here was Rebekah….

Well she'd have to do.

I showered to remove any lingering traces of Elijah's scent and dressed before heading downstairs. I could hear voices from the dining room so I went in that direction.

I marched into the dining room and grabbed Rebekah's arm. Klaus, who was sitting at the table, frowned and looked confused.

"Girl talk. You, me, garden, now." She raised an eyebrow but got up from the table and followed me into the garden.

"Okay, what's got you all worked up?"

"Are we a safe distance? Can they hear us?" she frowned.

"No… why? What's so important?" I bit my lip. There was a distinct possibility that Rebekah would rip my head off when she heard what I had to say. I had to broach this with caution.

"I may have done something… bad."

"How bad?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Umm bad to the level that you probably won't like it and may potentially kill me when I tell you."

"Tell me…"

"I may have… accidentally… slept with Elijah…." She took a deep breath, clearly making an effort to remain calm.

"How does one accidentally sleep with someone Elena?"

"Okay accidentally may have been a stretch. But I didn't intend to do it. It just sort of happened."

"Well as much as I don't like it, he's a big boy and can make his own decisions. I'd prefer if you didn't do it again."

"Umm… there's something else as well." Her eyes flashed.

"What?" she growled the word through gritted teeth.

"I slept with Kol too."

"Jeeze Elena, what are you trying to do? You know how fragile my family is, how do you think they'll react when they find out?"

"Rebekah, listen to me. I don't know that I slept with Kol. I think I did but I'm not sure." She frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"It's all kind of hazy. When we were doing it, it was like I was aware of what I was doing but I wasn't controlling it. I don't know if it was a dream or something else."

"Well he could trick you into thinking it happened but don't you normally know when one of us is messing with your mind?"

"Yes I do, that's why I'm so confused."

"What about with Elijah, are you sure that one was real?"

"Yeah fairly sure. Look, I'm not telling you this because I feel I need to confess. My sex life isn't really your business. But I feel like I'm losing my mind and I just want to know what's going on. Can you help me find out?" She considered for a moment before nodding slowly.

"I'll see what I can find out. I don't approve of men using young women for their own pleasure or gain and if my brothers are doing that, I shall ensure that they stop." She turned to walk back towards the house but paused and looked back at me. "Just try and keep your knickers on for the time being." I watched her go and I thought how odd it was that out of all of the people in the house, the one who I felt that I could trust and confide in most of all was Rebekah, the one who had openly despised me.

Funny how things ended up.

A/N: STOP PLAGIARIZING MY WORK KOLELIJAH.