A/N: As always thanks for reading and for those talking the time to review. I would LOVE to know thoughts about this chapter. It became long but hopefully alot of forward movement in their relationship and dynamic:)
Chapter 7:
Elijah let go of her hand and pushed open the door of his bedroom.
"After you," he guided her into the room, his hand on the small of her back.
Ella found herself in the middle of his room before she knew it.
"Do make yourself comfortable," Elijah gestured to her to go sit on the bed, "and we shall talk."
Eloise looked around the room, gathering her bearings. She had her wine glass in one hand and was absently biting on her thumb as she was apt to do when nervous. He could see the tension in her stance as she took in her surroundings.
Typical old New Orleans flair, and ridiculously ornate and even larger than expected, especially for a home in the quarter. And yet it was neat with precision, just like Elijah. The bedspread, in rich navy, greens and golds, looked comfortable and inviting.
There were books neatly stacked on the cherry nightstand by the bed. Elijah had been to her place before, many of times. She had been over to the Mikaelson compound, but they stuck to the family rooms. This was Elijah's domain. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the open closet, filled with suits and shirts and ties. Paintings on the wall. It was Elijah, yet...there was something...indifferent about it all. The lack of pictures...personal touches.
She hesitated, looking back at him, who was watching her, carefully.
"Eloise," Elijah gestured, "Please. You do know that you have nothing to fear from me. I gave you my word when you first learned of who I am," he said, and then added adamantly, "and as you are aware, I am a man who keeps my word."
Without a word, she turned back towards the bed and leaned down to slip off her shoes. She climbed up on the rather high bed and sat, crossing a leg underneath her, her wine glass still in her hand. When she settled on the bed, she looked across the room at him. Elijah had closed the door and was leaning against it. His eyes were on her, discerning and evaluating her as always. And yet, his gaze was steady, controlled. He was calm and collected, patient as always...and she was a wreck. A complete and utter wreck...They were as different as can be...yet, drawn to each other.
She let out a long breath, "You must think I am so...stupid."
"Stupid? You? Is that what you are thinking?" Elijah was aghast at the thought. "Absolutely, I do not."
"Then...why do I feel that way at the moment?"
"Hum..." Elijah's eyes were steady, meeting hers, "Perhaps the more appropriate word you are looking for is naive? Or perhaps the phase..." he paused, "hopelessly innocent?" He gave her a small smile, "Maybe that is more appropriate wording for this situation?"
"Elijah," Eloise grimaced.
"Yes, I will not deny it, Eloise. You know it to be true, as do I."
"At this point, I'm not sure that's much better that stupid," Eloise grumbled.
He made a disgruntled noise at her retort.
"However, my dear," He held up his hand, stopping her from continuing to interrupt him, "naivety is not to be mistaken with ignorance. It is a nuanced difference, but the distinction is there nonetheless. And your lack of worldly experience doesn't make you stupid."
"I suppose."
"As for your innocence...well," he paused, fiddling with the button of his suit, undoing it, "it isn't a turn off if that is what you are concerned about. You are beyond desirable, especially when your wit surpasses your good sense. The way you talk to my brother," he gave her another small smile, " if he wasn't hopelessly enamored with Camille..." he raised his eyebrows, "I count myself lucky he is..."
"So if he wasn't, would he kill me?" Ella asked, frowning at the thought as she gently swished her wine around in her glass.
"No, darling Eloise, that is not what I imply," he smiled more widely at her.
Ella's mouth dropped. "Good Lord. Niklaus, really?"
"He does typically prefer blondes these days," he pushed himself off the door to walk across the room, bridging the gap between them with deliberate and assured steps, "I, however," he leaned forward to kiss her forehead, "am quite partial to brunettes with interesting dispositions." He straightened and then touched her face lightly with his fingers, "Don't look so distressed. I'm certain we can sort through all of this."
"I'm sure we can. But can we do so without me losing any blood?" Eloise asked, trying desperately to keep her voice light and playful, but he heard the tremble to her cadence of her voice that she could not hide.
"I suppose," He smiled again at her, "We shall see how persuasive I am." He bopped her nose, playfully, "Yes?"
"You see that's exactly what I am worried about," Ella confessed. "I'm pretty sure, given what I saw today, you are plenty persuasive."
He made an amused noise, gave her another look and then stepped away from the bed, turning away from her.
Elijah took off his jacket and went in his closet to hang it up. He loosened and unraveled his tie, carefully hanging it up too in his closet before sitting in the arm chair and removing his shoes, putting those in the closet as well.
"Scoot yourself over," Elijah said, nudging her towards the middle of the bed, taking her wine from her hand so she wouldn't spill it. "Relax. You can stop holding your breath. I would never do anything you are not comfortable with, unless of course, you give me permission."
"I know that." she let out her breath that she had been holding. She didn't even realize she was doing so, but Elijah never missed anything.
"Good, you should know that after the time we have spent together." He handed her back the wine as he sat on the bed with her, "You do need to face your fears, Eloise. Drink your wine. We will sit here together and when you feel more comfortable, we will discuss what my brother has said."
"If I feel more comfortable..." she corrected.
"If I thought it was an if, I would have said if. I am very confident that it is a when." He retorted.
She had never met a man quite like Elijah. There were times he gave her a wide berth to work out her moral and psychological wrestling and there were times that he pushed her, not giving her an inch to try to retreat. Clearly, this was one of the latter times. They were going to talk tonight and try as she might, she wouldn't be allowed to extricate herself from the situation. Elijah was used to being in control and if he truly thought this was best for her, she knew in her heart of hearts, it was going to happen.
She gulped down her wine, nearly choking on it. "If I have more, the results won't be good." She handed the rest of her wine to Elijah.
He carefully swished the wine and then took a sip, drinking after her, "Ah, my brother did give you out of our good stash. He really does like you." He repeated the ritual, swish and sip. Swish and sip.
"Or he feels sorry for me."
"He rarely has displayed empathy, so I do think it is the former." He drained the glass and then put it down on his nightstand. He leaned back over and opened his arms for her, "Eloise, come here. You are eyeing me like you are about to face your execution. You look terrified."
"And here I thought I was playing it cool," She forced a smile.
"I can see the effort, but no. I'd say you haven't quite mastered that ability. It needs quite a bit of work, actually" He inclined his head, "Get over here."
She laughed, knowing he was right. She scooted into his arms, and he wrapped them around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. He smelled so good and his arms, they were tight around her. He was strong and comforting, everything she needed at the moment.
"There we are. Just relax," His voice was low and soothing. "I know I have an awful reputation and I will not deny that it is deserved, but you will not see that here tonight. Not even glimpses. Do you understand me? It doesn't have to be what you are imagining to be."
"I think I..." Eloise closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. "I...I just..."
"Hush, stopping thinking for a moment and focus on how this feels. Right now. Do you feel safe with me?"
"Yes. Very much so."
"Then let us live in this moment for a while longer."
"Even if this moment ends in disaster?" she asked, forlorn.
He chuckled, "Listen to you. This moment will not end in disaster...for..." he adjusted her so she was even tighter in his arms, "I will not allow it to."
"How can you prevent it?"
"Perspective, which usually you are so wise to and yet struggling so deeply with tonight."
She let out a long breath, "You're right. I'm sorry. I'm just feeling a bit down about everything and it's making everything feel one hundred times worse."
"It is to be expected." He smoothed down the side of her her hair with his hand, his ring bumping against it. "It's been a hard day for you. I know you are worried for Olivia and Davina."
He was being very tender towards her. She couldn't deny it. She felt safe with him.
"It's hard to wrap my mind around it. I'm just glad they are together...at least for tonight. I feel bad leaving them with Josh and Marcel, but as Davina said, Olivia will just sleep and there is not much I can do. I can be there in the morning for her."
"She will need you, Eloise."
"I know." she sighed, again. "I lost my mother at such a young age..." her voice trailed off. She swallowed hard, fighting her tears. "I mean it was a long time ago, but..."
They were silent for a minute before Elijah asked, gently,
"Do you wish to talk about it?"
"No, not really," Eloise said, honestly. "Not tonight, at least...we will soon though. I promise. It's not that I don't want to tell you."
"I know. When you are ready, of course."
"I just...I just wish I could have done something. I feel so weak and I hate feeling that way. I hate you and Niklaus seeing me that way."
Elijah sighed and pulled her away from him. He tipped up her chin, "We would see any human as weak, of course. Because it's true."
"I know."
"But you must realize that neither he nor I meant this conversation to be a degradation to your person. As I said, we are both very fond of you. But, I must confess, you did scare me today...do you realize that?" his hand remained on her chin.
"I didn't think you scared, Elijah."
"I rarely do. That emotion is usually reserved for when one of my siblings is in danger."
She stilled, contemplating the weight of his words and their implications. Finally, she swallowed hard and then said, "I'm sorry I didn't listen."
He nodded, holding her chin so she was still forced to look at him. "I accept your apology. Just don't make a habit of it. You have choices, but when it comes to your safety, it's a line I draw, Eloise." He applied more pressure, "What did you say to Niklaus...that charming little phrase you used?"
"Hard stop."
He chuckled, "Precisely."
"But don't you see my point that this is the wrong time to bring all of this up?"
"I agree with Niklaus that it is precisely the ideal time."
Ella let out a long breath. "Why is that?"
He cleared his throat, releasing her chin, "Because you feel vulnerable...or at least your awareness of your vulnerability was heightened today. And because you know you should listen to us, especially after what happened today when you refused to do so."
"Elijah, I..." Eloise dropped her head so the top of it was tucked against his chest and he immediately put his arms back around her.
"You must allow me to finish. I will have my say and then you have the opportunity to have yours. But truly listen to me. Don't tune me out while trying to formulate your response and strategy."
"God, you do know me well."
"I do. You will listen to me, yes, Eloise?"
"Okay," Ella swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to focus on how safe she felt with his arms around her. "Yes, I'm listening."
"Good. The thing is...my brother, while his vices are plenty, he is right about this. Most people don't know it's coming...the feed...and yet, you...you have let it get into your head. I see what you look like when my brother and sister are indulging...you are so transparent at times, and...well," Elijah squeezed her, "It does make you more of a target. I was worried about Niklaus with you...but thankfully, he seems to appreciate you as much as I do. I do not think you will have to fear him...or my sister...or Marcel. But we are Mikaelsons and are enemies are aplenty and it is especially heightened now that we have returned to our place in the quarter. There is a war going on here and...and even if I make you stay away from me...it still is dangerous for you here. And unless you want to leave..."
"I have school and the kids and..."
He pulled away, "I know all of that. So let's put this matter behind you. Once you survive the first time, you'll be scared but not paralyzed with fear. And that is perhaps the best we can wish for at the moment."
She shook her head swiftly, "No. I can't. I'm sorry. It's just...it's too much."
"Eloise," Elijah chided. He tipped up her chin again, making sure she didn't withdraw from him. "It's better with me, someone you trust, then some random vampire on the streets."
"I know the wisdom of your logic, but I just can't."
"Can you tell me why?" he studied her, intently.
She shrugged, "I don't know. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. You are more than capable of allowing this. You need to do so." He stared at her and his look was devastatingly compelling and sexy. And in that moment, she felt she would do anything for him.
Anything.
She felt that once before...when Klaus compelled her. And suddenly, she panicked.
She jiggled her bracelet, agitated.
"What is it?" Elijah frowned, looking at her bracelet. "Is it burning again?"
"Is this thing not working?" Ella said, aghast. "Maybe it malfunctioned. Is that possible?"
"What do you mean?" Elijah's hand hovered over her bracelet. "I can feel the energy from it."
"But it felt like you just compelled me."
"Are you certain? It wasn't my intention to do so."
"But it felt like it...just like tonight with Klaus."
Elijah frowned, contemplating her words and then he began to laugh, slowly at first before it heightened into a full out deep rumbling laugh. "You are truly hopelessly innocent, my darling Eloise."
"You didn't try to compel me?"
"Ah, no, I didn't," Elijah sobered up and then leaned to kiss her cheek, affectionately, trying to ease the blow of his laughter, realizing that he needed to tread carefully with Eloise's feelings tonight especially with what was to come. "I'm sorry. I do adore you. I hope you know that."
"You are going to have to clue me into what I have done." She said, looking down and tracing the patterns on the comforter with her finger.
"Eloise, look at me."
Eloise met his eyes. His look was intense.
"When you desire someone and it's more than a passing fancy...when that desire comes deep from within your soul, it can often feel like compulsion- where you would do anything at the moment for the person you are with. It can be a heady feeling. Have you never felt that way before?" There was no judgment in his voice, his tone was even and straightforward and while she knew he was amused by her innocence, he also wanted to be respectful of her feelings.
"No," She slid off the bed as her stomach dropped to the floor with her feet. Elijah allowed her to draw away, wisely remaining silent and not pushing her, mindful of her feelings.
She continue to pace before finally turning back towards him, "You have to understand something."
"And what is that?"
"No man has ever looked at me the way you just did."
"That cannot be the case," Elijah said, chagrined. He paused and looked at her again, his mouth slightly open, "Is that true?"
She nodded. She bit her thumb, mortified by her admission and the whole conversation.
"Don't be so embarrassed by it, it certainly has nothing to do with you," Elijah said, smoothly.
"Of course it does!" Eloise titled her head, "It has everything to do with me! If I wasn't more outgoing, wore more makeup, flirted more...less nerdy, more trendy...you don't think it would make a difference?"
"God no, it is not you," Elijah retorted. "Men these days are insufferable imbeciles. I knew from the very moment we met, you are special. There is so much..." he paused, "light in you...a depth to your person that is unique. It captivated me from the moment I met you...you being poured upon while frantically picking up those papers as if they were irreplaceable treasures."
"Elijah...you have had so many women...it's hard for me...to even comprehend what you are saying. Because I don't see what you see. Not at all."
"I know you do not believe it to be true...which is why I am determined to be careful with you...but," He sighed, "I must confess. You have been testing my limits of self control, and I do pride myself on my self control."
"Have I really?" Ella paused. "Seriously?"
He nodded.
"But I thought..." Eloise twisted her bracelet again. "I just thought..." She stopped her pacing and turned to him, suddenly overwhelmed by it all.
"What did you think?" his voice was patient.
"I'm not sure I wish to tell."
"What did you think?" he pressed.
"I'm kind of mortified about it now. I'm kind of mortified about everything right now."
"Don't be mortified," Elijah gave her a charming smile, setting her at ease, "Come now. I wish to know. I am certain it is worse in your mind than in reality."
"I just...I just thought we were stuck in the friend zone because there was no way I could try attract a man like you. That being friends is what you wanted..."
"No. It is absolutely not what I want. Can't you tell I like you? That I desire you?"
"Yes, now, I can, especially when you give me that look, but..."
"But what?"
"You haven't even kissed me or tried to or anything."
"I'm aware. I believe the more pertinent response is to ask why that is so."
"Why then?"
"How many people have you kissed, Eloise?"
Ella shrugged. "I have kissed before." she said, dismissively.
"How many times?" Elijah pressed, under his breath.
She hesitated.
"Can you at least count the times on one hand?" Elijah raised his hand. "Or perhaps," he raised a finger, "once." he raised a second finger, "maybe twice."
He had read her pretty succinctly.
"Well?" he asked. "You only are embarrassed by it because you know I have lived so long. But that is not your fault. I will not judge."
"Twice," Ella said, slowly, "And both times, it was awful. It was nothing how I thought it should be. It was just...wet and awkward."
"You are so damn honest," Elijah laughed in spite of his best efforts to be sensitive. "How old were you?"
"In high school."
"Ah, well, experience can matter in these cases, Eloise, darling."
Ella twisted her hair around her finger in agitation. "I know, it's awfully embarrassing to be me."
"No," Elijah said, firmly. "Do not ever think that. What happened in college?"
"My friends and I weren't big partiers...and I studied...alot."
"That doesn't surprise me," Elijah said, "I'm sure you made superb marks in school."
"Yes, actually."
"Did you wish to..." he paused, "I believe the correct phrase is...hook up in college?"
"No, I didn't. My grandparents were very traditional, overprotective and strict."
"Doesn't that usually lead to rebellious children?" Elijah asked.
"I didn't want to disappoint them."
"That again."
"Afraid so," Eloise smiled, somewhat sheepishly, "And they kind of put the fear of God in me about sex, so..."
Elijah raised an eyebrow, "Oh, they were that type of parents."
"My mother and father weren't married so...I guess they were afraid of..." Ella bit her lip, "Anyways, I always wanted a boyfriend...not a random drunken encounter."
"And would it take imbibing yourself to have such an encounter?"
"Yes. I mean, if I was in a relationship that was serious, it wouldn't but...I can't...I wouldn't want to...if it wasn't serious, you know?"
"And there is nothing wrong with that, Eloise, if that is how you feel and if you place more value on sex than perhaps your peers," Elijah said, smoothly. "And because you are so shy, you probably found it difficult to engage in that initial conversation, yes?"
"Until I met you. And it's so easy to talk to you...to laugh with you... and I can be me. Besides my students, it is really hard for me to feel comfortable around people, but it is different with you. And it is is weird, because I should find you completely intimidating. You can be so intense."
"But you don't."
"I don't think I do...definitely at first, but not any longer. Even tonight when you were at the Clair house and you were doing that Elijah original vampire thing you do..."
"Charming," Elijah drawled, easily.
"and I knew you were angry at me, I wasn't intimidated by you...I thought it was..." she paused.
"What?"
"Hot."
Elijah laughed, thrilled. "And I am so very glad for it."
"Granted, I didn't like that you were angry with me..."
"Naturally," Elijah said, "because you wish to please...and yet you wish to have your own way. I suppose that can be a conundrum for you at times."
She smiled widely, "Yes." She paused, her smile fading, and growing very serious, "But today wasn't about me having my own way...it was...me panicking at the thought of someone hurting Olivia."
"I know."
"Do you?"
"Of course. I never thought otherwise. But I cannot protect you from these situations Eloise. They will come, by the mere association of you to my family. So, it is highly important for me to ensure that you are certain about being in my life before I move us forward. Because I do want the best for you. For you to know your worth and your strength as a person and your appeal as a woman. But for it to be so, my darling, Eloise, you need to conquer this. You must. There is no room for it not be so. Because I am not ready to let you go. And if you cannot, I will have to. You cannot be a part of this life if you are a liability for my family. And they will feed off your fear and use it against me. I cannot allow that to happen. Do you understand what I am telling you?"
She nodded, stiffening. The tension returned.
"Then, will you allow me to feed on you?" he looked at her, evenly.
"Where?" Ella bit her lip.
"Your neck since that is seems to be a source of anxiety for you."
She swallowed hard, plagued with wanting to conquer this for them...and this panic that was bubbling up inside of her at the thought of him biting her and sucking out her blood.
"I believe that you can do this."
"I'm really afraid of this though."
"Fear is only an emotion. And emotions can be conquered...with determination. Maybe a bit of stubbornness. And I know you have both at your disposal."
"Fine, whatever," She titled her head, her eyes meeting his, "Just do not kill me."
He smiled, "I'm a bit of an expert at this. A thousand years of practice and all of that...You will only die if I wish you to and I happen to like your presence here. Take your sweater off."
She stood and shrugged off her light weight cowl neck sweater, tossing it on the chair. She was wearing a cami underneath, but it had slid down to where her bra was peeking through.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with that same look that made Ella's stomach fill with butterflies.
He quickly schooled his features, "Sit with me. Right here," he patted the bed next to him. She walked back over and hopped up on the bed.
"Now, then," He reached out with both hands and carefully adjusted her camisole so it covered her bra. "I'm going to show you my face. I don't usually make it as dramatic as others of my kind, but for you, my dearest, I can make an exception."
"Fabulous. I'm such a lucky girl," Eloise retorted, sarcastically, but she had stiffened.
"And you, Eloise," he ignored her comment, and put his hands on her shoulders, "you will practice not responding in fear. Understand how this will work?"
"But I am not afraid of you. This seems pointless."
"We shall see," Elijah said, his eyes on her. "Do you understand?"
"Of course." She nodded.
"Good," He dropped his hands from her shoulders, and unbuttoned his sleeves deliberately, rolling up his sleeves. "Now, shall we begin?"
Good Lord, he was taking this very seriously.
She nodded, steeling herself.
He began to show his face and stopped when she saw her stiffen and her shoulders shrink back, ever so slightly.
"You didn't control your reaction sufficiently," he said, his voice firm. "You must try again."
"Elijah, I did!"
"No, you did not," he held up his hand. "If we are proceeding with this, we will do so in a way that will best accomplish our objectives. It will not be a half effort. Do you understand?"
"Fine."
"I'd like to suggest you concentrate and try a little harder."
"Okay, I got it. Just let's get it over with!"
He showed his face again, baring his teeth this time and Ella hand shook.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
He held up his hand to silence her. "Control, Eloise. You have control over your mind. You must learn to use it."
"But this is all ridiculous. I'm not afraid of you!"
"Your body is responding differently than what your words say. Your heart races and your pulse is vibrating in my ear. Your breathing catches as well and you are swallowing hard, like you are trying to compose yourself."
She glared at him.
"When your body doesn't have a reaction, then and only then, will we move on. Understood?"
"Any body ever tell you that you are bossy?" Ella retorted but jumped when Elijah's face suddenly changed and lunged towards her, causing her her to literally roll over the bed to getaway from him, but Elijah quickly reached out a hand to pull her back up, plopping her firmly back in the middle of the bed.
"For Christ sake, Elijah Mikaelson!" Ella heaved, leaning backwards, shaking. "That was unfair. I wasn't ready."
"Precisely, my darling Eloise. You will rarely be ready. It will take a split second for you to either respond in panic or remain calm. Our goal is for you to remain calm."
She swallowed hard at his challenge. He was pushing at her buttons and she couldn't tell why. All she knew is that she wanted to get herself out of this situation. Desperate times called for desperate measures...and she was desperate to push back at him.
"You do know I am more afraid of sex with you than being bitten by you," She blurted out, "What are you going to do about that?"
He paused, her words taken him by complete surprise. Then he wagged his finger at her, "Do not attempt distraction."
"Are you really sure that is what I am doing?" she titled her head, her blush heightening.
"It will not work. You simply do not have a manipulative bone in your body."
"Do you doubt that it is true then?"
"Well," Elijah paused, "No, I probably think it is true to some extent especially given how you were raised." he acknowledged. "I also happen to think your timing for that admission is very suspect."
She forced a smile, "Do you? I can't imagine why."
"I do. You must truly feel driven to desperate measures, if you brought this up. But nevertheless, we can address it briefly, I suppose." He leaned to kiss her forehead, "You are lucky you are so captivating, Eloise, otherwise you might be maddening."
"It's a gift, Elijah," she quipped.
"I'm sure it is. Now, hush and listen."
"We don't actually have to talk about, you know." Ella didn't think he would take the bait and now that she went there, she was finding that was the last thing she wanted to talk about...
He held up his hand. "Yes, we most certainly do. You asked for it, did you not? I would hate to disappoint you, my darling."
She grunted and Elijah reached for her hand, squeezing it, "First off, let me assure you, Eloise, that we will have plenty of opportunity to together address all fears of yours...you can make a list if you'd like."
"Fabulous."
"Truth be told, that one in particular, I am quite eager to assist you with...and we will do so...in time"
"Do you really think so?" The thought of that made her insides turn to mush, her color heighten and her to feel slightly lightheaded. Elijah was aware of her heartbeat quickening and he forced himself not to allow his amusement to show.
"Oh, I think." He met her eyes, "Actually, I know. I know I will be your first lover. It has been obvious for the first time we met. Furthermore, you know it to be true as well. And you don't truly fear it, you fear the unknown. You fear what you cannot control. You fear losing your control. You like knowing things. This is something you don't know, so you are hesitant. And you value competence. It's why you excel at everything you want to do. The thought of you being so inexperienced with me being so experienced bothers you because you think for some reason I would think less of you for not being as good as a lover than I am accustomed to...and that is what you fear. Sometimes, you get so in your head and in your plans that you forget to live."
"Good Lord," Eloise murmured, aghast that he knew exactly what was going on in her head, without attempting to access her mind. Her color heightened even further. Elijah got her. He understood her, deep down. And that was rare.
"And so, with you, dearest," he leaned his face against hers, seeking to comfort her. "It is about timing. But I do digress. Simply put, you don't have to fear at all...not with me. Nor do you have to hide your fears from me...Understood?"
She nodded. "I think I do."
"Good. Now, enough distraction." He leaned back to give her a stern look, "Are you ready to continue?"
Eloise gave a loud groan but nodded her consent.
They did it again and again and five more times until Eloise was successfully able to control her reaction.
"Very good. That will do."
She bit her thumb, "Next?"
He stood off the bed and offered his hand, helping her down from the bed, "Come to the bathroom. You need to see what is happening."
"Elijah," Ella heaved, "Please. I don't want to look. I wouldn't normally have to look and I've seen vampires feeding."
"You need to have an accurate visual in your head of what precisely is happening."
"But..." Ella pulled her hand away, but he gripped it harder to hang on to it.
"My logic is sound. I will not be swayed by arguments."
"Please." Ella pleaded, changing tactics.
"Do not beg, it just makes me crave your blood more." Elijah said, matter of factually, but he squeezed her hand, comfortingly.
Such a paradox of emotions.
He pulled her into the large bathroom and turned her to face the mirror. She was standing in the middle of the floor and he was a few steps behind her.
"Take a breath. You will be fine. I will not let you die. You will learn not to fear this."
She took a breath and let it out.
"That's a good girl," He began to descend upon her, moving with her, pushing her until her stomach bumped against the edge of the lavatory counter.
"Now then," He gently brushed her hair away from her neck, studying her neck. "Your pulse is throbbing."
"I feel like I am going to throw up."
"I would recommend that you do not. Hand me your hair tie."
Ella took it off her wrist and handed it back to him.
"Let's get your hair out of the way, shall we?" He carefully tied it into a side ponytail away from the part of her neck he was trying to access. "There we are."
"Elijah..." her voice shook.
"Hush." He nuzzled at her neck. "Do you trust me, Eloise?"
"Elijah."
"Yes or No?"
"Yes, of course."
"Do not take your eyes from that mirror. Grip the counter. That's it. Do not fight me. I have to control myself and I will. But I need you to control yourself too."
He nuzzled her neck again and then there was a growl and...
"Oh God. Don't!" Ella screamed, loudly, attempting to wiggle herself away from him, using the counter to launch herself away. Yet, Elijah was so much stronger than her and he easily gripped her hips to hold her in place, firmly wedging her between him and the counter.
"You must at least attempt to get yourself under control."
"Easy for you to say!"
"Do you think any of this is easy for me?" Elijah turned her around by the hips and tipped her head up so she was forced to look into his eyes. "It is not."
Her heart twisted.
"I don't want you afraid of me. And I know what a gamble this is...for us."
"I'm sorry," She reached up to grip his arms. "I don't mean to be difficult. I just don't know how to make myself different than I am."
She attempted to turn her chin away, but his grip tightened, turning her chin back, so she had no choice but to look at him.
"You mistake my censure. I do not fault you for this. Usually we compel into submission and silence but you still wish for your free will, do you not?"
She nodded.
"And I wish to give it to you...always. You are far too intelligent and thoughtful for me to take that away from you. But I need your help."
She nodded again, "But how do I make myself not panic?"
Elijah paused, considering. "Let's think logically, Eloise. If you were truly in danger, what would your bracelet be doing?"
"Burning my skin."
"Exactly. And is it?"
"No."
"What does that tell you?" Elijah asked.
"That I'm safe," Eloise let out a breath, "But how is that possible?"
"Have you given blood before?"
Eloise nodded.
"Does it bother you to do so?"
"Not usually. I mean I don't like it, but I don't freak out or anything."
"Good. Tonight, you are giving your blood to me...for a purpose. I will control the amount you lose so you will be safe."
"Then why don't you feed from humans like others?"
"I do...I prefer not to though. As I have told you before, I like to keep my control."
"Do you worry about getting carried away?" Eloise frowned at the thought.
"No, darling. I have had centuries to work out how not to."
Eloise stared at him and then reached up to touch his face, "Elijah."
"And the truth is, I also don't indulge with my family because I know it bothers you...and I would never want you afraid of me, Eloise."
"I'm not afraid of you."
"Then prove it." He gripped her hand that was on his face, taking it and removing it from his person and kissing it, sweetly. "Do you truly think my enemies will be nice to you? Your screams will propel them forward...to be more sinister with you, more violent, more torturous..."
Eloise stared at him, her eyes meeting his, searching for something to hold onto. He waited, allowing her his words to sink in, but his eyes were gentle as he looked at her.
"I won't scream again."
"Care to wager on it?" he said, switching tactics. His fingers danced on her chin.
"What kind of wager?" Ella looked at him, wearily.
"Nothing of that sort," Elijah chuckled, "I promised Niklaus your virtue was safe tonight."
"Fine, what do you have in mind?"
"Well," Elijah's eyes twinkled, "if you don't scream, I will agree..." he paused and then dropped his hand to thread both of them in hers, squeezing them, "on our next movie night, to watch that god awful movie with you that I have been avoiding..."
"Enchanted?" Eloise was surprised. "You said the trailer was insufferable."
"Yes," Elijah sighed, "that one. And I will only mock it...three...no..." he paused, dramatically, "perhaps four times."
"I love that movie. It's so fun."
"I'm aware," he retorted, his eyes amused.
"I'm kind of embarrassed I like it so much."
"You should be, but that is my offer."
"I'm pretty sure you will mock it more than four times."
He smiled, "Probably so."
"And if I do scream?"
"Well, now, this is the fun part."
"Oh dear, what is it?" Ella asked, nervously.
"You will spend the night with me...so... you will be with me in the morning."
She titled her head, confused, "I don't get it."
He laughed, squeezing her hand, "I do love fresh blood for breakfast," he looked positively gleaming, "Niklaus can join me as well. I do think it would make his month to do so."
"You wouldn't do that."
"I would," Elijah nodded. "If you indeed make this bargain with me. I would have to for I am a man of my word. And I hold others to their word. I'm sure you understand that being the principled person that you are."
"Elijah!"
"Eloise, darling." he drawled.
She tilted her head, "You are toying with me and enjoying it!" she accused.
"I do not deny it."
"Niklaus is not getting near my neck or my arm or wherever he likes to draw blood."
"For you, he might wish to alternate between the two," he said, dryly. "I dare say it would be quite satisfying for him."
She glared at him and Elijah quirked his eyebrow in response.
"I'd rather die a thousand deaths than give him that satisfaction. He would be insufferably smug for the longest time!"
"Then, my dearest Eloise, might I suggest you try harder to control yourself?"
"Fine." she grumbled, knowing he bested her. "Good Lord, you are really good at mind games."
"Is it a deal?" He squeezed her hands.
"You wouldn't make this deal if you didn't think I will win."
"Maybe," He inclined his head, "Maybe not. Yes or no?"
"Very well. It's a deal."
"Now, then," He turned her around, swiftly. "Watch me. Trust me."
Her eyes turned to the mirror as she watched as his face turned, his fangs descended and then...
She felt a rush of light headedness as the pain hit and she felt her neck being pulled. Her head pounded. "It hurts. Oh God, it really, really hurts. I feel like my head is going to explode."
Elijah tightened his grip, his arm around her waist, but then adjusted his other hand, reaching around her to find her hand which was located on the counter, his fingers twining through hers. He started to drink again.
He let up, "If you relax a little, your head wouldn't pound so much. Your body is fighting me."
"Just compel me. I'll take off the damn bracelet."
"It would defeat our objectives. You have such a fight in you, Eloise. You just have to realize it. Fight your fears."
She closed her eyes and then opened them again, "Okay."
He squeezed her hand again, ramming her against the counter, his mouth on her neck, drinking. Slowly, carefully, deliberately. Ella let go of the counter with her free hand to grip Elijah's arm which was around her waist, clinging to him. The action invoked another growl from him as he pulled her tighter into his arm and drank deeper. Faster. The pain and pressure was threatening to overwhelm but she struggled to remain calm. And then he stopped. Abruptly. As quickly as it began, it was over.
"That's good enough. Any more and I think you might faint."
Her grip tightened on him, squeezing his arm...clinging to him as she looked at him in the mirror, her blood smeared upon his lips.
And then she froze. She was very still and quiet, her mind racing as she watched him in the mirror.
He paused, his eyes on hers as well. Then, he let go of her hand and reached for a towel, wetting it and briefly trying to rub the blood that was smeared on the side of her neck, before holding it against her neck to stop the bleeding. He did all of this while holding her hip against the counter with his body, making sure she was steady and not going to pass out.
"Do you feel dizzy?" he asked, his voice low.
"Yes. My head is all fuzzy and my legs feel shaky."
"Don't worry, it's normal," he said, quietly. "Take this for a minute," he put her hand on the towel. "Use pressure."
He reached for another towel, wetting it. He wiped his mouth with the towel, throwing it to the side as his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.
She swallowed hard as he moved her hand, gently, to take back over applying pressure. "Did I at least taste good?" she finally asked.
His eyebrows raised in surprise. "You have no idea how much," Elijah said, his voice low...intimate.
"Do not ever do that to me again," Eloise said, tears in her eyes. "Unless you are dying or something. And then and only then, I will consider it."
"I'm an original, I can't die."
"Elijah," Ella's voice was oddly foreign. "Promise me."
"Of course, whatever you wish," he said, his eyes searching hers in the mirror.
"I must know," He swiftly turned her around by the hips so his face was next to hers, his forehead on hers. He pushed her back against the counter, holding her steady with his body, his hand still apply pressure to her neck. "Have I done irreversible damage?" he asked, under his breath.
"To us?" Eloise murmured.
"Yes."
"I don't think so."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes, but..." her voice trailed off. "I'm trying to figure out how I feel about all of this."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm so completely confused."
"Tell me."
She shook her head and Elijah repeated, more forcibly, "Tell me."
"I should be angry with you. I should feel violated or feel like we did something wrong...and I should push you away...but what I want..." she paused, "What I want is you. I want to run towards you and not away from you and I don't get it at all. How can I feel this way?"
"It only means that you like me, Eloise. As I like you. There is no shame in the fact that we desire each other. The fact that you aren't repulsed right now, it's a testament to that beautiful heart of yours...and how empathetic and compassionate you always are. But we must be cautious. At least tonight."
"I know," she swallowed hard, "I just don't know what to do with these feelings. I'm drowning in them."
"I understand what you mean," He leaned to kiss her forehead gently, his hand still applying pressure to her neck. "but I will not have you like this. Not after feeding on you. It confuses things too much, especially given your feelings towards everything. And I certainly would never go from having not kissed you to sleeping with you, especially considering your lack of experience in these pursuits. It must be a deliberate choice between us when we are both feeling less raw."
"That's probably very wise," she said, softly, her hand moving over his, where he was continuing to apply pressure.
"You are too innocent and...there can be no regrets. You must be sure you are ready. And you are not ready to make any decision tonight. Do you understand?"
"Yes, but..." She paused.
"But what?" his eyes searched hers, seeking understanding, his tone gentle. "Tell me what you need from me."
"I don't want to go home. I can't be alone right now. I'll torture myself with all of this."
"Of course, you shall stay with me tonight." he said, softly. In a swift movement, she was across the room and on the bed, her head on his pillow. "I would never dream of sending you away from me, especially when you are so unsettled."
She sighed and turned into him, wanting his comfort.
"You know how to test the limits of my self control," he murmured.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He rubbed her head, running his hand down her ponytail, smoothing it out. "You are sleeping in my bed tonight next to me." He pulled out her elastic band and tossed it on the nightstand, so he could run his fingers through her hair.
"Am I?"
"Yes. Do you snore?"
"Maybe. I have allergies. My roommates said it isn't too bad only during certain times of the year."
He laughed. "Poor thing." He leaned to remove the towel from her neck. "Would you like me to heal you?"
"Of allergies?"
"Of this..." he put the towel back on her neck, holding it there for her.
"No, I'm good."
"Are you?"
"Really, I'm okay."
He kissed her head again and gently disentangled her from his arms, putting her hand back on her neck before he slid off of the bed, "What do you need from your house?"
"I need pajamas and a toothbrush. Clothes for tomorrow."
"You can shower here in the morning before we see the girls."
"Why don't I just go with you?" She struggled to sit up.
"No," He pushed her back down and then flicked at her cheek, affectionately, "you need to rest. You lost quite a bit of blood. I will retrieve your clothes including your underthings. I doubt you have anything too scandalous in your drawers, though I wouldn't object if you did."
She laughed, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Nothing scandalous."
"I'll help you with that when it is time," Elijah said, leaning over to kiss the other side of her neck. "If you need some advice and assistance."
"Oh, I see," She grinned at him. "I'll take that under advisement."
"Yes, please do," he kissed her neck again before straightening, "Anything else you need? A book, perhaps?"
"Well," Ella tugged at her hair, "If you can find it, there is a stack of spelling tests and math papers that I need to go through. Actually, just bring both teacher's bags. I think I put them in the chair at the table."
"You are far too exhausted to work tonight," Elijah chided. "It's a Friday night."
"But if we go out tomorrow night and to that function Sunday afternoon, I won't get it done. I haven't really planned small group lessons for next week and Olivia needs me and I have to go grocery shopping and..."
Elijah raised his hand, stopping her, "You can spend the weekend here. We have plenty of food and I will send someone to go grocery shopping for you when they do our shopping on Monday. We will see Olivia and Davina in the morning and you can work in the afternoon before we go out. Or we can stay in and not go out so you won't have to worry about what to wear and getting ready and all of that which seems to stress you out so much."
"I just want to look nice."
"And I am asserting that you are just as attractive whether you are wearing a fancy dress or in you teacher clothes...which aren't half as frumpy as you carry on about."
"Well compared to you...who is always put together..."
"I appreciate the effort, but I am releasing you from that obligation this weekend. I'm bringing you the frumpiest clothes in your closet."
Eloise laughed, "Don't you dare!" She laughed more and she said, "Okay. You win."
"Good. Now, where are your keys?"
"In my bag in the library."
"Would you like me to bring it to you?"
"No, just grab them. I don't mind you looking through it to get it if you are okay with bumping into girl stuff."
"I am. I've been around."
"So I have heard," Eloise retorted, dryly.
"Will you be alright by yourself for a few minutes?"
"I suppose," She let out a breath, her mood shifting as quickly as it had lightened. The air felt heavy again. "I wish your sister was here."
He paused and then turned abruptly, "That delights me to hear, Eloise."
She smiled at him.
"Will Niklaus suffice as a replacement?"
She snorted, "No. He is going to gloat."
"I swear he will not. And then I can retrieve your clothes and check on Davina and Olivia so you can go to bed reassured that they are well and Olivia is sleeping."
"I'd like that."
"Good." He leaned over to give her another kiss on the forehead. "Don't think too much while I am away." He poked at her cheek again. "Promise me."
"I'll promise to try," She forced a smile, her hand still on her neck. Elijah left with another long, searching look in her direction.
"Niklaus," Elijah drawled from the doorway of the living room, Klaus feeding on a beautiful blonde, his head buried. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Ah, no," Klaus straightened and wiped his face. He reached in the drawer of the coffee table for a bandage, giving it to her. "Take care of yourself and go to the kitchen and make yourself something to eat."
She left and Klaus turned, expectedly, "And?"
"She allowed it."
"Did she?" Klaus smiled, "I knew she would."
"Can you keep her company for a few minutes? She is spending the weekend with us and I need to retrieve her things from her apartment."
"Is she?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"Not for me, brother. Hayley will be back and I'm sure she would also enjoy presence of another female in the house."
"Good. So will you go to her until I return?"
"Of course. Is she upset?"
"I do not know if upset is the right word," Elijah sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "She is confused."
"Confused?" Klaus frowned, "What is she confused about?"
"I think she felt that she should feel violated and angry at me." he let out a long breath.
"And she does not, does she?"
"No. I knew Eloise is attune and sympathetic to the shades of grey in this world, yet still it plagues her for things not to be so simple morally as perhaps she was raised."
"I see," Klaus's eyebrows raised, "You do know, brother, there is nothing superficial about Eloise. And if she didn't have that philosophical wrestling, I do not think you would like her half as well."
"No, I think not as well." He smiled, "Still, I do not want her to be allowed to torture herself tonight with it. She should be able to figure it out when her emotions are less raw."
"Then, I will go to her and attempt to distract her from her troubles."
"Good," Elijah nodded, "And you will be kind, brother, yes?"
"Extremely."
"And not gloat that you were right? She thinks you will..."
"She has taken the measure of us well," Klaus grinned. "But I will not, brother. I will be on my very most charming behavior with our little teacher."
"Very good. I will be back shortly."
"Take your time. She and I will be just fine together."
Elijah gave him one last look before leaving him to go to Ella's apartment.
A few minutes later, Klaus pushed open the door, "I hear you require a babysitter, Eloise, sweetheart." He gave her a wide smile. "What sort of nursery games shall we play first?"
"Hello Niklaus," Eloise rolled her eyes, but he could tell that she was amused, "Have you come to gloat?"
"No, never," Klaus held up his hands, "I have come in peace."
"Fine then."
"Little teacher," he confidently strode over to the bed and sat on it, "You do know my brother is worried about you. Thinks he damaged your psyche some how."
"I'm fine. Psyche is intact." She titled her head from side to side, "I am little sore. And I'm tired of holding this damn towel."
"Why are you?"
"I think I am still bleeding."
"Didn't he offer to heal you?"
"Of course. I'm just not so excited about drinking his blood, truth be told." She paused at his look, "What? Does that make me weird or something?"
"To me, maybe," Klaus snorted and rose. He went into the lavatory, thumping around. He whooshed back out and was back on the bed before she knew it.
"Here we are." He handed her a large bandage. "Go on."
She looked at him, wearily, "How tempting is this?"
He smirked at her, "Sweetheart, if I wanted you, I would have had you ages ago, regardless of my brother's affinity for you."
She stared at him and he continued, "I have a delicious blonde downstairs who is not nearly as crotchety as you are."
"Now, Niklaus, I have a lovely disposition." She pretended to look insulted.
"Of course, you do, in generality," Klaus soothed as he scooted closer to her and tugged the towel off of her neck. He carefully tore the bandage and put it over her wound before she even realized what he was doing. "Only with this does your bad behavior come out. There we are. Towel is no longer necessary."
"Should we have cleaned it first?"
He laughed, "My brother is quite hygienic."
"That's not what I meant."
"Oh? What did you mean?"
"I mean...I don't get how this works." She swallowed hard, "I have a little bit of a...weird thing about medical stuff. It stresses me out."
"You'll be fine," Klaus said, reaching out to smooth down her hair.
"Will I?"
"Of course. Don't take everything so much to heart, love. My brother cares for you. He did what was necessary to ensure your survival in the quarter and in relationship to our family."
"Why are you so nice to me?"
"Well, at first, it was because I owed my brother for daggering him. I wanted to prove I was turning over a new leaf. And now...it because I like you. And there are so few people, humans especially, that I can say that about. And you survived my brother's bite, with mostly your good humor intact."
Ella let out a long breath, sighing and her look became more anxious.
"Oh dear," Klaus put a hand on her arm, "Elijah was right. Your psyche is damaged."
"It's not damaged!" Ella retorted, "I was just thinking about something before you came in and your words brought it back up."
"What were you thinking about?"
"About all of this." Ella waved her arm around the room.
"What about it?"
"It's not important." Ella's color heightened.
"Clearly it is," Klaus pressed.
"Well, I suppose," she swallowed hard, "I have a question about it and Rebekah is not here...and asking Elijah...I just think it will make things worse. I mean, it might make him feel bad. And I don't want that. And it's not something you can probably look up on the internet, so..." her voice trailed off. "I mean I wouldn't even know how to google it."
"Oh, dear," Klaus's gaze was steady, "Well, out with it then...I am all ears."
"Will you tease me about it?"
"Undoubtedly, but go ahead. Your look is worrisome. What's on your mind, love?"
Ella took another long breath, letting it out, trying to steel herself. "When a vampire feeds, is it...like...does it feel...like is it..." Eloise paused.
"Yes?"
"Is it connected with...more?"
"More?" he inclined his head.
She groaned, "I don't know how to explain it. Elijah says it is a necessity but it is also a desire and desires are linked to other feelings...like feelings between people...you know..."
"Say no more." Klaus looked positively gleeful. "You wish to know if it can be sexual."
"God, I wish Rebekah was here," Ella's face reddened. "It's not funny."
"Well, it is a little bit funny."
"Niklaus!"
"Alright, alright" He sobered up, "I'm sorry, love."
"I just want to understand this."
"Fair enough. I will tell you this, little teacher." He applied more pressure to her arm, which he still had his hand on. "Before I unlocked my wolf side and now apparently can reproduce, I would keep these bandages," he lightly ran his fingers across her bandage on her neck, "in my nightstand drawer. My sister and Kol as well. Vamperism heightens so many desires and feelings, love."
Ella swallowed hard. "I see."
"But my brother did not." Klaus added quietly. "He would not...unless, of course, it was wanted...truly wanted, not under compulsion."
"Elijah is so..." Ella paused, "Elijah."
Klaus nodded.
"I will not break over this," Eloise said, softly. "And I will not push him away."
"Good," Klaus patted her knee, "You require a distraction. You are overanalyzing everything. I have an idea. Be right back. Do not move. You should be resting."
He was back in less than 30 seconds, arms full of magazines.
"Did you take that from the Clair house?"
He dumped them on the bed in front of her, "It's not like she is going to need them any longer," He said, dismissively, but not unkindly. Just matter of factually. "Now. I am serious about sprucing up this place before the baby comes. Hayley says it doesn't look like a home a baby should be raised in...I fixed up the nursery, but perhaps other areas of the house should be worked on...what do you think?"
"The wallpaper is peeling a bit," Eloise conceded, "But it is a quarter home, so you don't want to lose authenticity, you know?"
Niklaus nodded his agreement. "Can you help?"
"You are trying to distract me."
"Yes, but I value your opinion."
"Fine."
They began to look through the magazines, Ella pointing out different things.
"There is so much," Klaus frowned, "Perhaps I should compel a decorator."
"Or maybe we should watch HGTV for ideas!" Eloise grinned at him. "Where is your phone?"
Klaus pulled it out of his pocket and Eloise quickly searched for the app and downloaded it, "You have so much mobile data and this fancy phone and you do like nothing to it."
"I text."
She patted his arm, affectionately, "That's great, honey."
"I never get called honey." Elijah's voice echoed through the room, dryly. But both Klaus and Ella could tell that he was thrilled that they were getting along so well.
"Well, it seems to fit Niklaus better than you, honestly," Ella said, her eyes meeting his, a smile on her face.
"I do not whether to know if that is a compliment or not," Klaus said.
She grinned, "I was just getting ready to show him HGTV."
"Oh good Lord," Elijah groaned, "Must you encourage him, darling?"
"But if Niklaus has a project then it is less likely he will be obsessed with plotting deceptions and worried about treachery..."
"That is what Camille tells me."
"Because she and I are just so darn smart...you know for humans and all."
"Indeed," Klaus gathered up his stuff. "How do I watch this thing?"
Ella smiled at him, "I signed you in. Just don't tell people I gave you my password."
"Never. All your secrets are quite safe with me, little teacher."
"Goodness," Elijah retorted, dryly. "Remind me never to leave to two of you alone and unsupervised."
Ella smiled, "We can go to the home improvement store when you figure out what you want to do and I can help you peel wallpaper and replace it or paint. Whatever you want."
"Shouldn't we compel somebody for that?" Elijah put Eloise's bag down on the dresser.
"Shh," Ella put her finger to her lips, "It's good for your brother to explore his artistic side in other ways besides painting."
"Yes, brother, what she said," Klaus smirked, "I'll leave you two alone. Beignets in the morning?"
"Sounds delightful," Elijah drawled, "Don't forget the coffee for this one or she'll be cranky."
Ella made a face at him, which he ignored. He saw his brother out before closing the door and turning on his heels.
"How did Niklaus manage to turn your mood from pensive but pretending to be okay to this?"
"The art of distraction can be quite powerful tool," Eloise said. "How is Olivia?"
"She is asleep."
Ella pushed herself off the bed, "Thank you for checking on her."
"Of course." He reached for her bag and handed it to her, "I think I managed everything you might need. Use my bathroom if you'd like to change."
She went into the bathroom and went through her nighttime routines before changing into her pajamas- Elijah chose a deep teal t-shirt with The future of the World is in my classroom printed on it and a pair of lightweight black joggers. She brushed her hair and pulled it up into a messy bun. Her hand brushed against her bandage. She closed her eyes for a minute, taking a breath and letting it out. She sighed and then went to put everything back in her bag before turning and opening the door, flipping off the light. She tossed her bag on the chair.
"I just left my toothbrush in the bathroom for the morning. Is that okay?"
"Of course."
"I mean..." Ella climbed on the bed with him, taking note of his pajamas. "I mean, I know I am infinitely messier than you so if it bothers you, I can...put it somewhere."
He laughed, "I like order, but I'm not OCD."
She held up her hands, "Whatever you say..."
He crooked his finger, "Scoot yourself over here. I want to see your neck."
Ella bridged the gap between them. "Klaus put a bandage on it."
"I inferred that, thank you," Elijah carefully removed the bandage, so it wouldn't pull too quickly and hurt her. He inspected the wound. "It's not bleeding any longer." He crumpled the bandage and tossed it towards the trash can, making the shot easily. "You do know you will have to cover this for school. It won't heal by the time and may leave a bruise."
"What?" Ella's eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you would have used it as an excuse," Elijah fingering the bite, "You have plenty of scarfs. You like wearing them."
"Yes, but..."
"But what?"
"I mean.." Ella swallowed hard, "It feels weird to know it's there and I'm hiding it. Kind of scandalous. And I'm a teacher. I teach impressionable young minds and..."
"Then, you can feed from me and you'll be fine by Monday," Elijah said, logically, "The choice is yours."
"I...I don't think..." Eloise leaned her head on Elijah's shoulder, briefly and he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Tell me what you are thinking."
"What if I die in the middle of the night and become a vampire?"
Elijah laughed, "I did not think you were thinking that. Do you plan on dying tonight, Eloise, darling?"
"No, but that is what usually happens in tv shows."
"Are we in a tv show?"
"No...but..."
"Good God," He lifted his wrist to his mouth and chomped down, "Just drink from me. You'll heal quicker."
"I don't know."
"Fair is fair," Elijah nodded, "Drink. It won't hurt me. Go on. Take my wrist."
"This is awkward." She took his wrist and pulled his arm up to her mouth.
"Only if you make it so."
"How much?"
"Doesn't take much. Just a taste. Come on, I'll get blood on the bed if you don't."
Ella steeled herself and then drank.
"That's my girl," Elijah leaned down to kiss her head. "Now was that so hard?"
She shook her head. "You won't let me die tonight."
"You have my word. I will watch you all night."
"You don't have to do that," Ella blushed.
"What if I wish to?"
"Then you may see me drool and hear me snore, which would be a wonderful way to ensure we stay in the friends zone forever."
He laughed. "Even so, I have no intention of letting you off that easily, Eloise. Not when we have so much left to explore about each other." His fingers danced up her arm, ticking her. "Such as, what secrets are you sharing with my brother?"
"Oh that," Ella's face got redder.
"Yes, that."
"I just had question about vampires."
"One I couldn't answer for you considering I am also a vampire and fed on you tonight? And that we are the ones in this relationship not Niklaus..."
"Well, it was one I was embarrassed to ask you about...because I don't really care what Klaus thinks about me and obviously I care a whole lot what you think of me."
"I see."
"I would have preferred to ask Rebekah but Klaus was here and..."
"I see," he studied her, "Next time, ask me, okay?"
She nodded. "Okay."
He waited. Eloise twisted her hands.
"Well?" Elijah prompted.
"Oh, you really wish to know? I have my answer."
"What if my answer differs from my brother's?"
"Pretty sure it won't."
"But what if it does?"
Ella just stared at him, "Okay, fine. I wanted to know how much feeding was linked to sexual activities."
Elijah's eyebrow shot up, "You asked my brother about that?"
"I was worried and confused. And I said I wanted to ask Rebekah."
"It's alright, don't get defensive, I am not angry at you, just surprised you had the gumption to ask Niklaus about it," he immediately reached for her hand, holding it tight, "I want to answer your question myself...regardless of what my brother might have told you."
She nodded.
"It can be more pleasurable with one you are sexually attracted to...like with you. I will not deny, feeding on you, made me want you even more..."
Ella let out a long breath. "I figured that."
"But when it is a need...a hunger...I can feed on an oversized male truck driver and still be satisfied...sated from hunger but not from sexual desire. Understood?"
"I think." She said, slowly.
"In other words, if I am physically hungry and sexually hungry, then it is linked. And when it is, it is a euphoria that cannot be matched. Some vampires seek that during certain times."
"And if we were to..." Ella swallowed hard, "be more in a relationship, would you want that?"
"No," Elijah lifted her hand, kissing it, "I wish to keep it separate."
"Are you certain?"
He kissed each of her fingers, "Of course. As I said, I like my control."
She swallowed hard, her heartbeat quickening.
"Like now," He flipped over her hand to kiss her wrist, lightly then with more pressure. He was teasing her, taunting her...and enjoying every second of it. "I must invoke all my self control at the moment not to continue kissing up your arm. Imagine the consequences if I took a bite as well and then tried to stop myself." He shifted and then kissed at her earlobe before kissing the part of her neck which had healed. "And if I kiss you here...mmm..." his hand rested on her thigh, "If I started feeding then, I'm not sure I would want to stop until I have you completely. But it's only because you make my heart pound just as much as I clearly make yours. And it's a hunger that keeps building, Eloise."
Ella let out a breath, "Kiss me."
"I cannot," He looked at her, a small smile on his face. He put a finger on her lips. "Not tonight."
Ella groaned, "But..."
"We will wait. It's already muddled in your mind- the connection between my thirst for blood and my thirst for you. And I wouldn't want you to think that I kissed you because I fed on you earlier. That passion between us can stand on it's own." Elijah looked at her, firmly. "Don't you agree?"
"Whatever you say, Elijah," Ella smiled at him, her cheeks rosy and her eyes sparkling.
"Ah, now you see that's what I wanted you to say earlier today when I entreated you not to go into the Clair house." He leaned to kiss her cheek.
"I like to be unpredictable."
He laughed, "I can see that more and more. You do know that in your unpredictability you are hopelessly predictable."
Ella giggled and poked him, "That's pretty accurate actually."
"It is. Now, we have settled that matter," He reached to lightly cup her face, "Are you tired?"
She nodded.
He scooted over to pull the covers down on her side of the bed. "Get under the covers then."
Ella crawled into the covers and Elijah pulled them up over her.
"Your bed is amazingly comfortable," Ella murmured.
"When I took your piano, it meant you were supposed to get your bed back," Elijah scolded gently.
"When I get paid again," she snuggled further down into the bed and then turned towards him. "Are you really going to watch me?"
He chuckled, "For a bit." He looked at her, "What do you need to get yourself to sleep?"
"Come lay down with me."
He leaned down to trace her face, "Very well."
He got underneath the covers on his side and laid down and took Ella into his arms, pulling her so that her head was resting on his chest and his arms around her, but careful not to get too entangled his body with hers. "Now rest. You are exhausted."
"Everything will be okay, right?" Ella murmured.
"Everything will be just fine. Close your eyes."
"Should I text Marcel again and make sure that Olivia is still sleeping?" Ella asked, sleepily. "He never texted me back."
"Olivia is fine. Davina is fine. You need to go to sleep."
"Remind me to get Josh's number. I could always have text him, but I don't have it."
"Tomorrow. Sleep, Eloise."
"Do you think the witches will try to take Olivia?"
"That is a problem that will not be solved tonight. We will discuss it in the morning."
"But what if that happens?" Ella murmured. "What can we do?"
"She might be better with ones who can teach her to develop her magic. We wouldn't want her magic suppressed."
"But they must be good, Elijah. The witches are crazy in this city these days."
"I will not let Olivia end up with somebody evil. For one, I think her teacher will raise hell about it until the situation is rectified. And if so, nobody in the supernatural quarter of this city will have any peace, especially in this household. We will figure out Olivia, Eloise."
"Thank you."
"Of course," he stroked her hair, "But you need to rest. We can worry about all of this in the morning."
"I am tired."
"I know you are. So let yourself sleep."
"Goodnight, Elijah."
"Goodnight. Sweet dreams." She untangled herself from him and laid her head on her own pillow.
Elijah turned on his side and watched her slowly succumb to sleep. He waited a few more minutes making sure that she was fast asleep and resting peaceful. And when he saw she was, he leaned over and kissed the side of her head, gently. He reached out to finger her hair, wrapping the ends around his finger.
He couldn't deny, he felt things for this woman lying next to him, things he hadn't allowed himself to feel in the longest time.
Niklaus seemed more settled at least for the minute, his child on the way. But Elijah knew that it was a peace that would only last for a short time before paranoia would set in again. It was always inevitable with Niklaus and when it did...he could only hope that Klaus's newfound fondness for Eloise and attraction to Camille would be enough to keep them both safe from it especially when the baby arrived.
He sighed deeply before finally rolling away from her, facing away...and then succumbing to sleep himself.
A/N: Please review!