A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*
"If we go in that house we may not be coming back out," Damon muttered. The idea of being strung up by three vampires didn't exactly show up on his bucket list.
"Alright then I won't come out," Stefan simply shrugged.
"So noble," Damon rolled his eyes.
"I can't think of a better reason to die."
"Again with the self-martyrdom," Damon checked over the weapons Alaric had packed before tossing the bag over his shoulder. The man knew how to prepare.
"Like you aren't wondering if you'll make it back to Brook and Rick?"
Damon stayed silent as they slinked through the woods until they were at the edge of the tree line. The house was large though small compared to other plantation homes. It was dilapidated and left to the elements with boards rotting on and along the windows while the porch was adorned with frayed planks and railings. The brothers surveyed the house as they weighed their options.
"What else do you know?" Elijah was polite but blunt in his questioning.
"I know where the moonstone is," Elena admitted. Elijah snapped his head around and glared accusingly at Rose.
"This is the first I've heard of it!" She answered truthfully. "Elijah I wouldn't hold anything back I swear!"
Elijah spun around facing Elena. The teen was frightened but maintained calm despite the Original staring her in the face. His eyes spotted the vervain necklace hanging around her neck and with one sharp flick of the wrist, ripped the chain away from her neck.
"Where is it?" His pupils widened then shrank. Elena was frozen in place as her lips spilled forth the stone's location.
"It's in the tomb under the church ruins with Katherine."
"Ah so you know Katerina," Elijah nodded. "That will be all."
Elena stepped back away from the taller vampire. Elijah wondered if she knew about Brooklyn and her ties to the Originals.
"Wait," he held up a hand. "I must know one more thing."
He rushed up to Elena and compelled her once more. "Do you know of a red haired woman called Brooklyn?"
"She's a hunter," Elena responded. "She lives with Alaric Saltzman in Mystic Falls. She was bitten by Mason Lockwood and turned into a werewolf."
"And this Alaric Saltzman? Tell me about him as well."
"He's the history teacher and his ex-wife Isobel is my birth mother. She was turned by Damon. Alaric is also a hunter."
"Yes I see," Elijah contemplated this information. It appeared he wouldn't have to go any further than Mystic Falls. It was disheartening to hear that Brooklyn was now a werewolf but he wouldn't let that minor detail derail him from what he needed to do. The Original could see that the hunter was unlike the other werewolves he had crossed paths with in the past.
Without warning whispers filled the house. Elijah stood back and listened again.
"Who else is here!" He demanded.
"I don't know!" Rose hollered in panic. She feared Elijah would kill her in the same fashion he had killed her best friend Trevor. The Original had shown no mercy as he struck a blow against the younger vampire, ripping his head cleanly from his body. Rose had wailed like a widow in mourning as Elijah had granted his "amnesty." His decapitated body lay in the middle of the room while his head rested under an old table. Blood soaked the floor and seeped into the carpet and floorboards, a sad reminder the vampire wasn't coming back.
Damon rushed around the trio as Stefan was perched upstairs with stake gun in hand. Elijah's eyes darted across the room before he started cautiously up the stairs. His ears were perked for any signs of movement from their unknown visitors. He took each step with the balls of his feet, something he had learned from his years as a human. Stefan darted from his hiding place and fired the first shot. Elijah growled and gripped his wrist to see the stake protruding from both sides of his hand.
"Enough of these games!" Elijah shouted as he slid the wooden projectile out. He spied the coat rack and splintered it like a sapling until he had fashioned a large stake. Angered, Elijah started back up the stairs with the intent of destroying the intruders.
"Wait," Elena appeared at the landing. "Please just don't hurt my friends."
Elijah paused, unaware of the vervain bomb hidden behind her back. Elena waited for the vampire to come closer until he was but two steps away. She snapped her arm outward thrusting the bomb directly in Elijah's face. The vampire hollered in pain as the device erupted, splashing his skin with its burning contents. His skin hissed and burned, distracting him long enough for Stefan to leap from the steps above and launch another stake. The younger Salvatore rushed the vampire sending Elijah stumbling down the steps backwards to where his brother waited. Damon snatched the makeshift stake and hurled it without a second thought, watching as it impaled the Original straight against the wall. Elijah's face grew pale and veined as his head hung limp to the side which for Damon was more than enough proof the vampire was dead.
"Killed the bad guy and saved the girl," Damon smirked as he crowed over his victory.
Alaric gasped for air between the rough hungry kisses. Brooklyn had awakened several hours before with a voracious appetite for something other than food. He could only lie on the bed as his hunter kept him pinned deep within the mattress, riding him so hard Alaric thought he would die! Brooklyn dug her fingers into his tight biceps, loving how he reacted to her touch. Alaric was shocked at how far his body had gone, as he had feared he would collapse from exhaustion. But he felt the renewed sense of energy rushing through his body with each passing release.
He pushed his arms upward, eager to sift his fingers through her soft beautiful tresses. The silken strands threaded through his hands like copper fibers shining in the sun. Her eyes reflected a rich soulful grey, baring her soul to her lover. Alaric flipped their bodies around, pushing Brooklyn into the mattress.
"I love it when you're rough," she growled. Alaric cut her off with the crushing power of his mouth. His tongue darted through her mouth, running along hers with swift needy strokes. He rocked his hips steadily against hers, sensing the tightening deep within his body. The sweet slickness of her body coated his cock and thighs as Brooklyn writhed and moaned beneath him.
"God yes," Alaric purred in her ear. He nipped at her neck and ear sending shivers down his lover's spine. Brooklyn arched her back and snapped her hips, craving more of Alaric's thick cock deeper inside of her. She felt his arms encircle her body and press her tight against him. Beads of sweat trickled over their bodies and dampened the sheets but neither one cared as their bodies clung tightly to one another. Alaric's hips thrusted harder against her, driving the pulsing need for release closer to the surface. His lower body constricted and coiled, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
Brooklyn carded her fingers through his short hair, fisting it between her slender digits. Alaric hissed with pain and pleasure, finding he had loved the tug of her hands through his spiky tresses. He lightly nipped at her neck and shoulder taking in the rich scent of her body wash. Brooklyn deeply inhaled the thick delicious blend of earth and cologne, tantalizing her senses with the intoxicating aura. Alaric thrusted harder, feeling the surge purging through his body until his vision exploded in a white blinding light and the sound of his short loud moans filled the air. Brooklyn tilted her head back and closed her eyes as Alaric spilled into her waiting body.
"God Rick," she sighed loudly. "So good!"
Alaric nuzzled her neck and pressed his lips tenderly to hers. Their bodies trembled and shivered despite the warmth they shared as they remained locked together. Alaric felt his cock softening inside but stayed on top of his hunter. His heart raced against his chest as he felt his sexual high waning. Brooklyn's height of emotional bliss was slowly tumbling down to Earth, replacing the raw carnal lust with fatigue and lethargy.
"Brook," he brushed aside a few loose strands.
"Hmm?" The hunter looked over with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"What just happened?"
"I would have to say we had some seriously rough hot sex," she grinned lazily.
"I mean you were weak and tired but then you woke up and the next thing I know you're totally screwing my brains out."
"Is that a bad thing?" Brooklyn frowned.
"No," Alaric grinned, "No, I loved every minute of it! Believe me you were incredibly hot riding me like that. It's just I can't help but to wonder if it's because…."
"Of what happened," Brooklyn sighed. "Rick, I did a little bit of reading and werewolves, like vampires, can develop a heightened sexual charge. But don't worry I didn't bite you."
Brooklyn lifted her head and playfully kissed him. "But you know what sounds good right now?"
"What's that?" Alaric was hoping for another round with her.
"You, me and that large tub calling our names," Alaric peered over her shoulder at the beautiful fixture across the room.
"I can live with that," Alaric leapt up and scurried towards the tub. Brooklyn hurried across the spacious bedroom to where her lover was already filling up the tub.
Alaric got his wish.
Brooklyn gripped his shoulders and kissed him slowly as they made love in the hot steamy water. Alaric slipped his hands below the surface and tenderly gripped the firm globes of his hunter's ass, drawing her up and against him. Brooklyn felt the solid rock pressure of his cock rubbing against her inner walls as her hips rocked against his. A part of her wanted Damon to walk in on them and join them both, taking her from the other way. She hungered for the vampire's mouth against her neck and shoulder before piercing her skin with his deadly fangs.
Alaric watched his lover as she rode his cock. He closed his eyes and reveled in the tight damp heat that clenched him fiercely, sending shivers of delight down his spine. Water gently lapped the sides of the porcelain confines, never once spilling over the top. His hands rose from the hot water and gently massaged her perfect breasts. The pert nipples stood erect and rigid, beckoning the sweet caresses of his lips and tongue.
"So beautiful," he whispered before placing a kiss against her shoulder then turning his attention to her waiting breasts. Alaric tenderly took on into his waiting lips, teasing the pert bud with the tip of his tongue. Brooklyn cried out in ecstasy as he reached out and kneaded the soft sweet flesh. He secured a hand upon her lower back, keeping her still on top of him.
Alaric thrived and welcomed the sexual energy they shared between them, knowing his pulsed through Brooklyn's being. It was like their souls bled through the other, filling their bodies with the warmth each had missed for so long. Brooklyn rested her head on Alaric's shoulder, feeling the start of a building orgasm. Her lower body coiled tightly and toes curled as the overwhelming sensation of euphoria rushed down from her head to feet.
She threw her head back exposing her slender neck and toned chest while the cries of pleasure escaped her lips. Alaric kissed her breasts and shoulders, sighing in response to the flood of emotions ranging through his body. He gently thrusted upward as his hunter rod out the powerful climax. His hands were securely around her bottom, keeping her still as he took control. Alaric gently turned their bodies around until Brooklyn was relaxed against the smooth surface. She looked so small and vulnerable below him with those wide smoky hues and swept back soaked tresses.
"I love you," Alaric whispered. Brooklyn pulled him down until his chest rested on top of hers. The dark brooding eyes looked straight into hers as Brooklyn drew him in and caressed his face.
"I love you too," she crushed her mouth hard to his. The gentle thrusts turned rougher and faster as Alaric felt his orgasm drawing closer. Her finger teased along the tight puckered ring, highly receptive to her attentive touch. Alaric gasped in her mouth at this welcomed intrusion, hoping she would dare to go further. As if she were reading his mind, Brooklyn carefully protruded a single digit, sending Alaric further into heights of titillation.
"Yes," his eyes rolled up in the back of his head as the gentle pressure curled around the hypersensitive bundle of nerves deep within his body. The undeniable tightening couldn't be ignored and Alaric surrendered as the first wave crested, spilling into the hunter's waiting body. Brooklyn grappled her legs around his waist, keeping him tight within her embrace. She felt his body shaking uncontrollably and was quick to comfort him.
"I've got ya," Brooklyn cooed in his ear. Her own breathing was shallow and erratic as her heat thundered furiously in her chest. Alaric rested his head against her shoulder and slowly slipped his softening cock from her body. The tub was surprising accommodating for them both as they leaned upon one another. Alaric closed his eyes and relaxed against his hunter while she soothingly ran a hand along his back.
Damon rushed up the steps upon hearing the splashing of water and sweet sounds of release. The vampire paused in the doorway watching as his lovers continued soaking in the tub, reveling in one another's presence. He desperately wanted what they shared, to feel human once again, to relive the threads of emotions that kept him grounded to the world of the living.
Sorry about the super long delay!