Chapter Four

[Curiouser and Curiouser.]

I'm getting tired of blacking out...Ximena thought, as she came to. Her mouth was dry as a fucking desert once again, and her hands were bound by thin yet tight rope. Ximena tried to push herself up from the surface she found herself laying on. Her head bumped against wood, making her feel even more fucking horrible.

She tried to opened her mouth but whatever the fuck that little shit had drugged her with made her unable to speak properly. Or perhaps the cloth wrapped around her mouth had something to do with that.

It was settled, she thought, if Stefan didn't kill Giuseppe she would. Consequences be damned.

The back of a carriage and thrown out like trash- she felt offended. Ximena sensed around her for heartbeats but she found none other than that of her own and the poor horses still tied up.

The Elemental used heat to burn her bindings with the fury behind what had happened to back it, freeing herself with relative ease. She climbed out, renewed and scoffed. No driver, just complete and utter bullshit. Flies swarmed the area and because it was night time she found that odd.

She didn't want to know why but felt like she was standing on a mass grave.

Maybe this is where Giuseppe dumps all his servants- Ximena thought with a shiver.

"Don't move" a velvet like male voice whispered in her ear.

A vampire. The only species that could get that close to her in such a short amount of time, evading her sensing. But which fuckin' one?

"Do you know anything about a woman named Katerina Petrova?" the voice whispered.

It almost immediately told her everything she needed to know.

"Elijah?" Ximena squeaked, hoping to not have to go through death again.

Which she just went through- she thought back to the blood staining her clothing. A massive amount and not anybody else's. Emily was right about being immortal thankfully.

She was gently yet quickly turned around to face the vampire when she spoke his name, and she wasn't sure if the familiarity she exuded was going to be the thing that killed her or kept her alive. It worked last time at least.

Elijah didn't seem to be angry, just confused. Seeing him standing there in front of her was just as bizarre as Emily, or the boys. She could hardly make out his features in the dark of the night, but still she stared. Her brain still screaming, what the fuck at her, despite the little time she had to get used to the fact that she was now stuck and living in this universe.

"Pardon me, have we met before? How do you know my name?" Elijah asked, a little too close to her for comfort- shit did these vampires know anything about personal fucking space?

She wasn't going to complain about his presence though, she knew Elijah and his morals, she hoped she could at the very least sway him not to harm her.

"I'm an Elemental, I know a lot of people," she said honestly. Unable to bring herself to lie to him, at least not completely.

"How curious," he hummed, sounding surprised by her very existence. Which was fair considering what Emily had told her about her people. "I thought your kind were long gone from this world."

"Yeah, it's a surprise for you and me, buddy," Ximena mumbled under her breath, rubbing at her sore wrists.

"You never did answer my question, do you know anything about Katerina?" Elijah asked, and she chuckled bitterly at his question. He looked at her in askance.

"Mhm, sure" Ximena tried to look like she wasn't scared "what do you wanna know?"

Elijah smirked.

"Everything"' he said eloquently, as if it was ever so simple.

"Alright well I could tell you where she is but you'll never catch her, I've seen it, and even if you did she wouldn't help Klaus break his curse. Also if you used her to lure Klaus to you so you could kill him- you wouldn't be able to go through with it. I've seen it. I know she's a huge HUGE BITCH!" feeling suddenly startled by her anger, Ximena cleared her throat before continuing "shall I go on?"

His smirk had fallen then.

"Hmm" he took a step back, giving her a little bit of space and checking out her appearance "why don't we go back to where I'm staying, you can get cleaned up, and then you can tell me your story? I promise, I'm a great listener and I mean you no harm."

He wasn't lying- he was telling the truth. The universe told her so, it hummed, ebbing her to agree. Ximena nodded, her feet stumbling slightly as she followed him. She watched as he freed the horses from the carriage, standing by awkwardly as she watched him soothe them before they bolted. He eventually turned towards her, beckoning her forward until she came closer.

Ximena soon realized he wanted her to climb onto the horse, and shit, she loved horses but like hell had she ever ridden one. Her dad had indulged her horse girl phase up until she asked for an actual pony.

Still, something led her to accept the hand Elijah offered her as she carefully grabbed hold of the horse and swung herself onto its back. Ximena found herself calmer than the horse, and she found herself shushing it like a freaking baby. When that meager plan failed, she ran her fingers through his mane like she had seen the Original do just moments ago.

Her powers welled up inside of her, aiding her intentions to calm the uneasy beast.

Ximena was reluctant to even move until Elijah settled upon the other horse, and she eagerly watched his movements as he made the horse trot forward.

"My siblings are, as I'm sure you may know, causing trouble. I just" Elijah sucked in a breath "I did something regrettable and ran. Not very noble of me, but alas I needed a break. Looking for Katerina was all I could think to do."

I love her, went unsaid.

Or it did until Ximena opened her mouth.

"You love her" she supplied knowingly but somewhat shakily as her horse started to catch up with its homie-horse that Elijah rode.

"Well, I got drugged and thrown in that carriage you found me by. I bled out in the back and just recently woke up" she shrugged "but vengeance won't be mine because apparently, that's not in my job description. On the bright side, Katerina will get what's coming to her. She's been a very terrible person as of recently. You really don't know her like you think you do."

Elijah looked back sharply as if he wanted to protest.

But instead- "If you say so...it must be. My mother always swore that Elementals existed before any type of supernatural creature or human in existence. You, my dear, are a dinosaur."

Ximena choked on her breath- suddenly amused.

"Hey! You're one to talk, Grandpa" she retorted with no real heat.

He led her on horseback until the sun was about to rise and they came to a stop. She had gained more confidence with riding the horse, but she still needed a helping hand down, if only so she didn't face plant into the cold ground in front of Elijah.

Ximena looked up at the home curiously, it wasn't what she thought the Original vampire would stay in. It looked homey, but it wasn't overly opulent. She followed him, thankful once again for her pants. Sweet Jesus she didn't want to think what it would be like, trying to keep up with his long legs in an era-appropriate skirt.

Once they were inside the home, she realized that it was a Bed & Breakfast and not a personal property of his. The inside was just as warm and comforting as the outside, though there was a strange smell that she couldn't quite place where it belonged. She sniffed herself, just to make sure.

She smelled like fucking ash. God, she needed a shower, or a bath, baths were a thing here, something that she hadn't had the fortune to experience.

Ximena watched him interact with the old woman sitting down at what she was assuming was a check-in table, he was polite, even as she did as he asked in what she assumed was a compulsion haze.

Elijah looked back at once, taking in her appearance again in better lighting. "And run a bath please, Mildred," he said to the older woman, like a motherfucking mind reader.

Ximena could cry, or hug him, but resisted the urge. For now, she thought, eyeing him, she would strike when he least expected it. She followed him up creaking old yet steady stairs that seemed to carry on forever, down a hallway of what she saw were empty rooms until finally, he stopped at the only door that was closed.

A master suite with an equally as luxurious tub out on a deck.

"Make yourself at home," he said, folding his fancy ass jacket and placing it on the back of the chair. "Whilst we wait, if you would grant it, perhaps you might begin your story?" His polite words aside, she knew he wasn't exactly asking her. Having had it with the day and little to no modesty in her previous life- Ximena stripped completely naked and just began rambling while getting into the somehow already prepared bath.

And since her magic trumped his existence- she wasn't afraid like the rest of her species.

Maybe they can't all control as many elements as me, so it makes a difference- she thought vaguely as her aching body met with beautiful hot fresh water.

"My name is Ximena Akkerman and I'm from a different universe" she started with her eyes closed, relaxing "this is my body but in my world there are no supernatural beings. Except for in fictional series'. That's how I know some of what I know. Half of it is from vision's and the other half is from The Vampire Diaries, a show from where I'm from."

She popped open an eye to see if there was any trepidation in Elijah's own expression.

There was none.

She went back to relaxing and explaining.

"I loved your character" her words fond and revealing, the truth bare "anyways the other day I woke up in Mystic Falls. Moved into a house by pretending to be a servant, nearly died because Katherine tried to eat me, said her real name as you know it in the knick of time so she saved me to make sure I didn't work for your family."

"Then I found out I'm an immortal so she was forced to strike a deal with me. I would help her if she helped me. She got me out of servitude by forging my papers and purchasing me" Ximena's rage showed unfortunately as the bathwater bubbled viciously "at which point the landowner racist fuck got mad that his son's enjoyed my company or some shit and drugged me, only to then toss me in a carriage effectively cracking my skull and sending me off to what he expected to be my doom."

"Cue the arrival of my intimidating hero, thank yooooou for the bath" Ximena sang.

A perturbed reply from Elijah next.

"You're welcome. Do you know how I can save my family?"

Well that's a loaded question. Ximena sighed deeper than she had the whole night.

"Your family has so many enemies...I'm just glad I watched as many episodes of the show in my world as I did. '' She began "let's see your dead mom is still trying to kill you, unsuccessfully, from the other side as we speak. She continues to do so until you and your family WIPE her from the other side. Uh, you've got an Aunt named Dahlia who is holding a sibling you've never met captive because she has a cursed deal with your mother to have possession over the firstborn in each generation."

If that was too much that was too bad. Ximena had a tiring day, every day since she'd arrived.

Being honest with the man would hopefully aid her. Honesty being the only thing that saved her a few times back in her old life. You never know what kind of problems could arise and having informed Elijah, not someone else, could either positively or negatively impact her future. Anything risky if it meant getting real help was worth it having lived with the seductive beast that is Katherine.

"I believe the words you are looking for" Ximena supplied "are, what the fuck?"

Elijah repeated them "what the fuck?" sounding genuinely confused so it made her giggle.

Once again defying what Emily said about needing half the sleep humans do, mid interaction, like an actual narcoleptic- Ximena conked out feeling way too good finally having a bath and being safe. If you can't beat the monsters; get in a room with one of the most dangerous ones because then none of the rest will come near you.

"What do you think I should do?" he asked the girl.

Her lack of response made him look up, and Elijah realized what had happened.

With the speed of his species and the politeness ingrained in him, he stared up at the ceiling and blindingly but gently removed the naked woman from the tub. His hands under her armpits and elbows cradling her back. It took mere seconds to have her on the bed and tucked in nicely. Elijah would sleep in the living chair provided. It was plenty cushy and because he had multiple siblings and a humble upbringing- he'd spent many nights without anything to sleep on at all. It wasn't even a matter of question.

He fell asleep missing Rebekah and Kol for a moment, before remembering their last binge that took out a village, cringing in sorrow, and then thinking back to his companion. An eternity of looking for peace...could the sleeping female be the one to bring it?

He wondered if he should ask her about Mikael.

Ximena woke up to the barest hint of sunlight washing over her face, the curtains and beautifully crafted windows open. She almost nestled back into the warm and ridiculously nice bed underneath her, clutching to the pillows tightly. But shit, was that bacon she smelt? The smell woke her more than the sunlight ever could. She noticed she was still naked as the day she was born, but still couldn't bring herself to feel ashamed and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Good morning," she said when she met Elijah's gaze, his eyes moving from the paper in his hands towards her. His eyes politely and unwaveringly kept on hers.

"Good afternoon," he corrected, grabbing a plate from the table and bringing the tempting smell towards her instead of making her walk. "I wasn't sure what you ate, so I got a little bit of everything."

Ximena grabbed the plate as he offered it towards her, but before she dug in, she patted the empty space next to her. "You can sit here if you want," she said. She still needed to get that hug in after all. "Promise I won't harm your virtue."

Elijah's lip quirked up into a half-smile at her jest, and he sat down next to her, bringing the paper he had been examining along with him.

She bit into a slice of bacon, and then another, scooting over closer towards him and closing the distance between them, mostly because she was fucking nosy. It was the morning paper, different from how it was in the far future, but the format was familiar enough for her to recognize what it was.

Ximena wasn't exactly interested in it's contents, but she felt a sharp reminder of what she had left behind hit her when she saw that it had been published from Mystic Falls. She would miss her boys, and hoped that they didn't think she was fucking dead or worse, had left them unsupervised for good.

She devoured two pieces of toast in record time, and was making her way through some of the boiled eggs on her plate when he spoke up.

"After all you've told me, about the future, my family's future. I must know, what do you propose I do to prepare myself for the trials me and my family will face?" Elijah asked, the vampire wrangler was looking at her for advice.

Ximena had none. For all her foreknowledge, with her simply existing here she couldn't even be sure if things would go the same as planned. Fate would find a way to make certain things happen, she was sure. But the rest… the was she was just as fucking clueless as he was.

She offered him her last piece of bacon, her sharing her food was a sign of trust she didn't afford to most, but he had already well earned it by not being a shit head to her. "We... should get wasted,"Ximena's words seemed to catch him off guard, well, enough for him to raise an eyebrow at her.

"Listen dude, the way I figure it is that our lives are going to get even more insane. You're going to be put through hell. So we should have fun, while we can. Before all the massive dookie hits the fan." Ximena said, a smile lighting up her face as she warmed more to the idea the more she thought about it.

"What did you have in mind exactly?" Elijah asked, if only out of curiosity. He still didn't seem too keen on doing anything.

"Well...this bed and breakfast is so empty. Why not throw one big party, get blasted drunk, do the sip and forget, maybe fuck a few girls if we feel like it, and then go travel and do stuff you've never done before for a few hundred years? I've got about two of that to live."

Elijah looked like she just described the last thing he wanted to do, as if he could see no appeal in it. And with him being an original big bad scary- Ximena was sure no one had ever tried to argue him on that front so he could have some fun with the rest of the world. Sigh, must she do everything? She thought wistfully.

"You don't enjoy it because you've watched your siblings do it and already regard it in negative disdain but if we invited a bunch of people and you just did exactly as they did- you'd be able to see it for what it is. You can't" she put her metaphorical foot down, words poised and severe "say you don't like something you have never truly done right."

Let it be known that Ximena Akkerman is a persuasive individual.

Elijah found out first hand the following night.

With him being gone all day for business- Ximena spent time sewing Christmas lights Mildred (the old lady who runs the place) kept in the attic all over the barn like pillars going across the ceiling of the cozy living room like lobby. She spread them throughout there and then did the hallway before collapsing on the couch by the front desk with an 'oof.'

Mildred kept her mouth shut but looked on as if to say 'what a weird woman.'

Ximena enjoyed herself freely for the first time in such a long time, and while yes, she did miss the Salvatore brothers, here she wouldn't have to be on her guard all the time and pretend to be someone she wasn't.

"I see that you found a way to entertain yourself while I was out," Elijah said, taking a look around the decorated room.

"I was getting ready for our party!" Ximena chirped "I already sent way by messenger" fuck what a weird sentence "for everyone between the ages of 16 and 22 to come on down with their best paraphernalia."

He didn't seem surprised. He seemed...nervous.

"Don't be nervous just because for once you have to let loose. I know you can't control it but I have something for that."

The catch of the day. The thing Ximena waited like a fiend to enjoy. She whipped it out of her back pocket, her clothes freshly scrubbed. Exactly one smidgen of weed rolled delicately in some archaic cigarette papers all of which were charity from Mildred for being colored- believe it or not all it took was describing Giuseppe and the little lady rummaging around and voila!

"I don't parta-"

"You do it for me and for the sake of fun" Ximena cut him off.

Elijah mulled it over before it looked like he remembered what he was carrying. He glanced down with realization on his face- before looking back up at her with a wry grin somehow resembling Damon for a moment. Charm and good looks and good skin, similar tones.

"I figured that you might need something for tonight, too" he retorted, laying a parcel on the table in front of her. "Something that would make sure that everyone here knows that you're the bell of the ball."

Ximena carefully unraveled the brown packaging, and couldn't control her mouth that was now gaping at the beautiful crimson article revealed. With an illusion neckline made up of something from a Rihanna sighting, and a pencil skirt like velvet- Ximena remembered back to when Caroline turned off her humanity and raided Klaus' stash of old-timey clothing. Had it been the same one? If not they looked similar in how expensive the item screamed. She tore the packaging from the dress, standing and pressing the smooth fabric to her body. The lace accenting the dress was a different shade of red from the rest of it, and she knew that the neckline would only help to make her cleavage look fucking amazing. Her breasts were almost her best feature, her face beating it, not to take away from her excercised glutes. The only flab being on her arms and stomach courtesy of her big mac and pasta addiction (separately of course.)

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Ximena said, rushing towards him and hugging the shit out of him just as she had when Emily gifted her the pants, thus fulfilling the promise she had made to herself earlier to glomp him asap like Rocky. It was returned after a startled pause on his part, his arms slowly wrapping around her shoulders.

"Your shoes are already upstairs."

For once- what the fuck? In the BEST way. She loved her future brother-in-law, it was certain.

Ximena thanked him once again before leaving to run up the winding staircase, too excited to get ready for the party and try on her gorgeous new gifts. She felt like a kid on fucking Christmas only better. Kids on Christmas don't get blasted drunk with no fear of dying while getting dressed like an actual queen.

Ximena sighed happily when she saw the bath had been filled once again, and laid her dress down, taking a peek inside of the the shoe box laid on the bed - they were a simple design, but it was crimson like the dress, and she knew that at least it wouldn't kill her feet like her cheap pair of boots.

What is the name of this place? She wondered, in awe of the level of service. Only to realize it was probably because Elijah had Mildred's whole family compelled and running amok at her behest.

She should probably feel some level of guilt, but after being fucked by this universe so many times she could hardly make herself feel guilty for being treated the way she felt she deserved...Maybe she could convince Elijah to leave an extra tip lying around whenever they left.

Ximena stripped down once more, almost tripping over her pants in her haste to sink in the luxurious and sweet smelling hot tub.

Her joint sat by the front door of the room unsmoked and with a quick pull towards her powers that got easier and easier to use every day, a very very careful and magical gust of wind carried the piece of marijuana- dropping it on her discarded pants perfectly. Yes! She cheered. Just one more thought and like something from TV in her old life, she held up her lit index finger. All she had to do was remember the feeling in that vision she had with the burning buildings.

A finger for a lighter and her joint in hand- she sparked up only wishing for some bad-girl inspiration music. Like a mind reader, as Elijah entered the room, he pulled open a rather large dresser drawer with a click- revealing a record player with a few records.

"Any requests?" He asked, carefully handling one before placing it back.

"Yeah for you to come hit this joint, and it's not a request. It's a demand."

Ximena rested her chin on the back of the tub, looking at him with an amused grin as he grew nervous once more. "It won't kill you, promise," she said teasingly, holding it out towards him.

That did it- seemingly making him feel old. He snorted and sauntered forward.

"I know" his voice teased all elegant-like "my siblings Kol and Rebekah partake. I just thought, 'My that substance resembles manure. Maybe I shant put it inside of me."

Ximena snorted.

"Okay well this manure is essential to your spiritual journey which will aid you in defeating your actual devil of a mother."

"Oh?" Elijah said, lowering himself onto the floor by the tub and eventually taking it from her hands. Just then the music kicked on- the machine probably having just been invented. It started out with a violin. One of her favorite instruments. And was sharply followed by a drum. She could only describe it as rock-classical. Something she hadn't expected from the time period or the man himself.

She wasn't sure if he took the joint out of curiosity or just to shut her up. She wouldn't be upset if he didn't smoke, but she could see his big brooding head struggling with the concept of doing the one thing he never had. Sinning responsibly.

"Yes," she nodded, hiding an amused smile as she watched him sniff the air before trying it.

"You have to hold it in once you breathe the smoke" she reminded, watching him do the amateur thing and choke. Luckily only lightly thanks to his vampiric lungs and amazing immune system to boot. Just like alcohol took double, weed took double too- she assumed. So she let him puff it a few extra times before yanking it away semi-rudely.

She ignored the way he eyed the slosh of her tit in the bathwater. No way would she think of her future brother-in-law like that. They would have to deal with enough family drama without adding more to it.

"My turn, kid!" Ximena steeped it long and hard like a cigar smoking grandfather, eyeing the end of it as it sadly reached its butt having had only crumbs of weed to fill it. Crumbs of weed that she stacked shortly. Like a good five minutes of fame only with no comedown.

There were probably about two or three hits left so she gave it over back to the suddenly spacey Elijah, it having been some gas, and rose from the tub excited to become real life Cinderella after having played the role of the fat mouse the past few days.

"Who are you?" Elijah asked suddenly, out of fucking nowhere.

Ximena tilted her head at him, an amused look on her face but she still felt confused by his questioning.

"Where did you come from really? I know another universe, but who brought you up? Your formative years? You said you love my character, you must know how greatly I value family. I only wish I could meet yours but since I can't" he waved a hand, taking the last hit off the joint before dismissing it into the soapy tub.

Ximena bit her lip, and sighed because of course he would ask and of course it would bring up the pain of what she had left behind. Her family was kind of crazy, and messy, maybe even nothing like his but it took her some time to figure out where to start.

"I… my mom is-...was overbearing but sweet, loved to give me weird life lessons with metaphors same as my auntie Rosie. I was closest with my dad though, he was always the life of the party to others but to me he was just my ridiculous dad with drinking issues."

She ran her fingers through hair, before spotting a brush that had to of been brought with the shoes and gently started brushing any knots out of her hair until it was soft underneath her fingertips.

"My sister is a bitch, not much love there, and she's in prison for life for an accident that caused the death of some people on the road. Too many people. But her kid… Miles is a sweetie, he's got an obsession with space. I was taking care of him before.. I landed here." She missed him like an aching wound that became fresh every time she thought of him. She hoped he got his wish to become president of the moon one day.

"My grandma lives with us and she's great. She does most of the cooking and I take care of the cleaning, while my ma' works her butt off delivering meat in...very big carriages. I worked from home writing up medical transcripts for doctors so I could take care of Miles. My final family members, that I talk to, are auntie Rosie and her wife my other aunt Sabrina. They live in the same neighborhood and own the property we lived on."

It popped in her head at the last second. The only family members she'd yet to mention.

"And now you…" Ximena trailed off, nervous as ever, wishing she could just dive back into the dirty bath water to hide from his reaction.

Elijah didn't seem entirely phased. Most probably the effect of the joint.

"Go on," he insisted.

"According to the universe, which gave me a vision, I end up with Niklaus and we live happily ever after with a baby even. Something that becomes possible once he breaks the curse because being half werewolf makes him half human. Well, human enough if you catch my drift."

Eventually she stopped messing with her hair and tried to figure out how she was going to get into the dress from an era that was known for overly complicated clothes for women. She soon figured out the odd puzzle it made and slipped the dress over her hips and shoulders. The ties in the back she managed to tighten thanks to the lack of corset. Instead a simple two ribbons cinched the fabric around her shoulder blades and hips leaving a sliver of skin revealed above her buttcrack. It was tastefully casual and so was she. Somehow the man had sensed or gotten deviously lucky with the type of clothing she enjoyed.

It fit her perfectly like a glove, thankfully not too tight or too long for her short legs.

"You figure to drop knowledge such as that on me, just before a gathering? You must be family."

"Elijah Daniels Mikaelson" she waved, "don't be saucy!" knowing he wouldn't get it but still be delighted nonetheless with the playtalk.

After all he had always craved the relationship Rebekah and Klaus shared, she knew.

She helped him clean himself up somewhat though he never needed it, fixing his messy yet still ridiculously nice clothes and soft hair before she slipped her shoes on blissfully clean feet. Ximena softly thanked him as he lended her a hand as she tried to get used to the feeling of the shoes.

There was a knock on the door, and she brushed her hair back once more, watching as he went to answer it. It opened to reveal Mildred, who seemed a little frazzled. "There's about a hundred guests already gathered downstairs." She told them before leaving, probably to hide from the young people making a mess of her place.

Elijah gently stopped the record from playing, before closing it with a soft click, turning it back into an unassuming chest.

"Shall we?" Elijah said, offering her his elbow.

"Oh I wouldn't miss this for an entire 'nother universe,'' Ximena said, offering him an excited smile.

Soon they both saw that Mildred's estimate of the people in the beautifully decorated house was accurate. The place crowded with all sorts of humans, dressed in their best clothes and already making themselves at home. They chatted amongst themselves but some quieted as their curious eyes took in the sight they both made. Suddenly the whispers coming back had changed to the subject of Elijah and Ximena.

Everyone either hated or loved the pair.

Ximena had herself and a circle of farmers daughters' teaching Elijah how to get down their way, with the Elemental doing the sprinkler, and the farm girls in a jig-jig style lineup. She made her new companion do shots off of Mildred's checkout counter with the old lady herself. She made him actually party.

And they had fun.

Some would say too much fun.

With blurry vision and low inhibitions- a drunk as a skunk Ximena found herself between the legs of one of the farm girls while Elijah pumped his (she'd tried not to look) big dick in and out of the poor human's mouth. It looked and felt a little comedic and she couldn't help but laugh once or twice into the bush simply because she was looking up at something you'd see in a party supply bin for 'sexy farm girl.'

She was pretty sure after a while that the struggling stopped being from pleasure and started being from her choking to death, so being the savior of nature that she is- Ximena stopped her vampiric friend.

"We switch" she said with a mouth full of spit, hucking a loogie and lifting the length of her beautiful dress.

The two clumsy supernatural's swapped spots, Ximena now spread over the human's mouth and Elijah dumping load after load into her bottom end.

Boy this girl's gonna need a lot of water after this Ximena thought as she orgasmed into abandon.

Afterwards- the original didn't seem ashamed or bothered in the least, simply exhausted. And Ximena couldn't help but feel pride. He didn't do anything he would regret. And she wouldn't treat him any differently. After all they hadn't laid a finger on each other, simply had sexual relations with the same girl.

Though it was sure to break his mind once he sobered up- Ximena would be there to explain that it's actually not weird, it's just taboo. That it became pretty normal in the late 2000's.

Ximena relaxed on the now disgusting sheets for a moment, her thighs slick and body practically humming with pleasure. She thought about suggesting another round after a moment, but the human was conked out. She wasn't sure if she had fallen asleep organically or if they had actually managed to fuck her out of conciousness.

Ximena let the human rest for a bit before tapping on Elijah's shoulder until his eyes met hers. "Maybe we should hydrate the poor girl before sending her and the rest on her way?" The night had passed by in a haze, and she could tell that the sun would be coming up soon.

"I'll have Mildred set her up with an IV" Elijah waved a hand "I'm going to go have a bath."

And just like that- he was gone.

"Well, at least he didn't run away screaming," Ximena spoke to the still snoring human, and sighed before she got up.