Brooklyn's POV

The evening had started out perfect.

Elijah had taken me to an elegant, posh restaurant with food to die for and we sat under twinkling lights, alone on the veranda that overlooked a stunning view of the ocean and brilliant sunset; he indulged me in one of my favorite seafood meals before ending our meal with a delicious, mouthwatering dessert.

When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, stars glimmered above us, we silently walked along the beach accessed by a private path from the restaurant itself.

It was peaceful and relaxing; the ideal ending to a wonderful, romantic, evening date. How did I get so lucky?

At least it would have been the perfect ending, if it hadn't been for a careless, overly arrogant, and cocky asshole who decided to ruin it all…

It started out as a simple catcall, annoying, and in my opinion, a bit degrading for a guy to do that. Seriously, we're not dogs. So, don't expect me to answer to a whistle like one. But it was nothing I hadn't been at the receiving end of before, and nothing that really bothered me. A mere annoyance as if it were a fruit fly.

But, that was mistake number one for Elijah, my over territorial Pitbull of an Original vampire mate.

He immediately stiffened beside me, the arm wrapped around my waist tightening a small fraction as he let out light snarl into my ear.

Vampires were naturally possessive over mates, actually they were possessive bastards with basically everything. But having a mate only increased that instinct and nature by like a bajillion. So Elijah's display was nothing I didn't expect.

However, I also knew how quickly it could get out of hand. The possessive side of a vampire was the primal side, it didn't use logic or rationality; any perceived threat to the vampire's claim would urge them to reestablish their territory, possession, and dominance no matter what. And, despite Elijah's strict moral values and propriety, I knew it wouldn't matter. He'd murder before allowing some jackass to hit on me.

Mistake number two happened when the idiot, prompted by his equally as dumbass buddies, took his first steps forward towards me.

Elijah immediately reacted, sliding me to the other side of his body, using himself as a shield from the oncoming encroacher.

"Easy, 'Lijah. I'm right here. Ignore him. Nothing is going to take me. How about we go back to our room? Hmm?" I suggest, placing a calming hand on his chest.

"Very well, Elskan." Elijah readily agrees, though a dark possessive tone underlies his response. Possessive sex? Without a doubt that was exactly what was running through Elijah's brain at the moment.

"Hey pretty thing. Why don't you leave him, I'm sure I could pleasure you more." The guy leers, continuing his jaunt towards us.

And, that ladies and gentlemen was mistake number three.

Snarling louder, Elijah turns towards the guy, already herding me behind him like he was a sheep dog guard his herd.

"I care not of your derogatory tone. My date deserves respect, and I assure you that your advanced are not welcomed. Turn around and go back to your previous engagements and leave my date and I to our peace." Elijah replies evenly, a steely tone a blatant warning of his teetering temper and control; it was going to take a mere blip and Elijah was going to snap.

"Oh, you're some posh, rich guy. Probably have a nice fancy car, a big mansion, and money to spare. You get all the ladies because you can just throw money around. Well, what are you going to do?" The guy sneers.

"Turn around and walk away." Elijah orders in a calm but completely lethal tone; I could feel the tension and anger radiating from him, a hair trigger away from exploding.

Seriously, this guy was more of a dumbass than I thought. Elijah screamed predator and danger. The guy must be drunk or high or something, because any normal sane person would already be running. Humans, though most a bit oblivious, their basic instincts and make up would pick up on the predatory danger of a vampire, or even a werewolf for that matter, and in the expression of aggression or anger like Elijah was displaying, it would prompt them their "flight or fight" instincts. And well, humans were naturally weaker, so instinct would tell them to flee.

"You can't order me you posh, think your better than use common folk, bastard. Come on, make me man." The guy responds cockily, clearly not in complete control of the verbal idiocy that flowed out of his mouth. I mentally face palmed. What. A. Fucking. Moron.

A loud growl erupted from Elijah's throat as he advanced, body already shifting subtly, muscles ripping as he stalks forward preparing to pounce on the feeble prey; it was going to be a fucking blood bath.

"Woah man, did you just growl?" The guy asks, the first glimmer of fear and apprehension showing. Ahh, now human instinct was kicking in.

"I asked you to leave. You had your chance. She's mine. Not yours. But you didn't seem to get that." Elijah growls darkly, and in a split second had the guy in a choking hold. "You will not take my mate from me. My mate. Mine. Do you understand now?"

Okay, yeah, I was definitely getting possessive sex tonight. I mean, not that I minded. Elijah was pretty sexy when he was being all badass, dominate Original vampire. Actually, I think I might have drooled a little or maybe my brain may have stalled; Elijah so rarely lost control.

"Yes- yes. O- Okay man. So-sorry. She- she's yours. All- yours. Jus- just looking for s-some fu- fun." The guy scrambles to choke out, hands attempting to pry off Elijah's hands from his neck to no avail.

"I dislike men who view women as toys or 'fun' and use them as their source of entertainment. Women are to be respected and honored. How many times have you hit on a woman who has not desire your advances? Perhaps your 'fun' has twisted your mind and you believe it okay to take what you want, without care." Elijah replies, his face unsettling blank.

"I believe your apology to be insincere." He continues, eyes dark and brooding. "Perhaps you'll understand once I've had my fun."

Dropping the man from his iron grip, the guy quickly scrambles back, true fear showing in his eyes as he books it towards his buddies, who from what I can see, look equally as terrified.

"I'll be but a moment, Elskan." Elijah says, his voice leaving no room for protest on my part. Not that I would try to deter him. Elijah was full blown possessive mode. I really doubted anything could derail his current train of thought.

"Now run." Elijah suddenly growls loudly, crouching like a spring coiling.

In the split second it takes for the group of guys to turn back towards their cars, or wherever they came from, Elijah was on them.

Another blink and five bodies lay strewn about on the beach, hearts pulled out (Elijah's typical go to) and limbs torn off, and I'm pretty sure I also so a few organs not where they were supposed to be. It looked like a brutal animal attack, and for all intents and purposes, it was.

"Elijah?" I ask a bit tentatively, testing to see if he was finished, watching him pull out a handkerchief and wipe his hands off casually before straightening his still spotless suit.

"Elskan. Mine. My mate. Brooklyn." Elijah growls into my ear, suddenly flashing to my side, lightly nipping at my neck as if to prove a point to me.

"Yes. Your mate, Elijah." I confirm, allowing him access to my neck as he continues to snuffle and nip at his previous bite mark.

In another moment, Elijah had flashed us both back to the car, shutting me securely inside, buckled safely in the passenger's seat before flashing to the driver's side and clamoring in, engine revving as he speeds out of the parking lot.

Hands clenched tightly to the steering wheel, tension still radiates from his posture, jaw flexing and eyes glinting darkly in the light of the moon.

Oh yes, definitely possessive sex I affirm in my mind, allowing him to drive us back to the hotel in silence.

Edited 1/22/19