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I've had inspiration to turn this into a short story with three villain arcs. The plan is for each one to only take up a couple of chapters at most, and for most of the chapters to have some smut in it.

She played with her cell phone. Fiddling with the length of plastic she tapped it against her palm quickly, while pressing her thighs together as subtly as she could.

He had her number. She had given it too him without thinking of it after the first time she went to the mansion. When Damon had asked about the new contact she had told him it was because he had insisted and used the connection to tell her when he would be coming by to take her blood. She didn't tell Damon the true nature of his messages; she hadn't told anyone the true nature of his messages.

Glancing at the screen once more she bit her cheek and shifted on the stone bench.

"Hey," Caroline plopped onto the other side of the bench, "what's up? You look particularly tense today."

"Nothing," she tucked her phone into her pocket.

"Don't give me that," Caroline rolled her eyes. "You're so strung out today. I swear, 'Lena, even Stefan can sense it."

Elena's brows lowered as she followed her friend's eyes to the opposite side of the lawn where her ex was sitting at a picnic table looking at her curiously.

"You know what I think you need?"

"I think you're going to tell me whether I want to know or not," Elena chuckled.

"You'd be right about that," Caroline smirked. She gave the brunette a pointed look. "I think you need to go somewhere quiet and relax. Relieve some of the tension."

"Run it off?" Elena cocked an eyebrow.

"Or some other cardiovascular activity," she shrugged.

Elena bit her lip and tilted her head. She highly doubted Caroline had meant it the way it sounded, but she still couldn't banish the thought of another 'cardiovascular activity'. She did have a free period after lunch.

"You might be on to something there," she stood up, wiping her sweaty palms against her thighs.

Caroline watched her head off in the direction of the football field while typing out a message on her phone and assumed she was heading to the track for a few laps. Her eyes widened when she saw Stefan stand from his picnic table and head in her general direction.

Guess she's going for the 'other', Caroline rolled her eyes and headed back inside. She needed a few books from the library.

Stefan tapped the steering wheel of his car while keeping one eye on the field. His gaze followed Elena's furious path around the track; she was on her third lap when she disappeared from his view. He caught a glimpse of her dark hair behind the bleachers a strong hand holding the glossy ponytail.

Personally he didn't care what she did in her free time, or how she chose to unwind anymore. It was from her recent actions and choices that she had no sense of self-preservation, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take advantage of the knowledge he had gained the previous morning.

Damon had shown up and berated him for letting everyone freak out while Elena was missing, and told him he should have just fessed up and informed them the doppelganger was with him. He hadn't corrected his brother, but he had left the house pretty quickly. He'd arrived at Elena's house while she was still inside and lingered around her car where the faint traces of sweat, sex, and a well-known vampire lingered.

A calculated risk and an offhand comment to Caroline had worked like a charm and brought the hybrid running from his house where he had all but shut himself off from the rest of the town.

Checking his watch Stefan estimated he had maybe an hour to complete his task if he wanted Klaus to get his hybrids out of town. In the back of his mind he was willing to admit that part of his actions stemmed from protecting her, but mostly it was about getting even.

The air rushed from her lungs as the cold metal met her spine making her shiver. She knew he had calculated the force he used to push her into the pillar because if he had truly used the strength he was capable of, the strength she saw displayed in his hungry eyes, then she would have been seriously injured. He might cause her physical pain to increase her pleasure and his but he had never left lasting damage, and he always, always, healed her when he was too rough; though she had never thought he was.

"Are we feeling a little daring today, sweetheart?"

Her knees melted at the sound of his deep voice that practically oozed sex. She curled her fingers around his arms and did her best to remain upright rather than sink to her knees to recreate one of the many scenarios he had texted her.

"Maybe a little," she bit her bottom lip. "It's your fault," her fingers dropped to his jeans, "sending me those messages."

"I was rather bored; love, so I thought I'd tell you all of the things I'd rather be doing." He caught her chin with his right hand and pressed a teasing kiss to her lips, grinning when she chased after his retreat. He stilled her hand after she pulled him free of his jeans and spun her around.

"I thought the first thing was watching me on my knees," Elena bit back her moan when he tore her jeans down to her knees. She couldn't hold in her mewl when he tore her panties from her body. The sudden knowledge that she was intimately exposed beneath the bleachers and the sounds of the football team filing onto the grass for practice sent a wave of desire to her core.

She bit down on her cheek when he pressed her to bend at the waist. She could see the team warming up when he pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy and pumped; his low voice was a literal growl, full of heat and promise.

"While I would love nothing more than to have you gagging on my cock right now," he curled his fingers, stroking her g-spot, "your message made it sound like you were quite desperate for release."

He pulled out and brought his fingers to her lips, groaning as she sucked them clean. He pressed his palm to her mouth to stifle her cry when he thrust into her slick heat.

"Does the thought of one of your little friends happening upon us right now turn you on, love?" He bent slightly to nip at her ear and grunted when her walls tightened, confirming his accusation. "Do you get off on imagining one of them, maybe your ex over there, walking around here and finding you with me, your pretty features contorted in the sweet agony of your orgasm while you milk my cock?"

Elena moaned softly as he thrust into her at a punishing pace. She had told him she needed a quickie and he was more than willing to provide, but it seemed there was no escaping his dirty talk.

"Maybe I should uncover your mouth," he grunted, "and let you alert them to our presence." His free hand slid under her shirt and yanked down the silk cup of her bra so he could palm her breast.

She cried out against his hand as her nipple was pinched and twisted by his strong fingers. Each tug sent jolts of electricity to her drenched pussy where he was pounding into her body, the rough material of his jeans scraping her thighs on each pass. She was close, she knew it, and longed to reach down to help him finish the job since his hands were both occupied, but she didn't; it was all she could do to cling to the metal pole and his arm as he kept talking.

"Maybe I should take you out into the middle of that field," he husked against her throat, "and take you right there so everyone knows you're mine."

Elena shuddered. The steady pace he kept combined with his sinful voice and the way he filled her completely, perfectly made her fall apart without the manipulation she had thought she would need.

"Would you like that, love?" He pressed kisses along her throat as she came down so she immediately began to work her way back up. "Just imagine it: you, naked and breathtaking, on your hands and knees while I take you from behind. Your irresistible breasts sway as you frantically beg me to fuck you harder, faster, the grass leaves stains on your hands, and the dirt digs into your knees."

She could see the situation in flashes as he pushed her through a series of orgasms; there was barely anytime in between them.

"Everyone watching wants to reach out and touch your irresistible skin, but they can't." He could feel his own release lingering at the base of his spine, but was determined to push her through one more before they were done, so he dropped his hand from her breast to her clit.

Elena moaned loudly when he touched her and fell slightly causing the bleachers to rattle. Her eyes popped open quickly but luckily the noise had been blamed on a wayward football.

Her body tensed up as he lost his rhythm, and came apart a seconds before he coated her cunt with his release. She could feel their joint fluids leaking from her grasping pussy and running down her legs.

What little breath remained rushed from her body when he spun her back around and captured her lips in a harsh kiss. She sighed into mouth while tucking him back into his jeans.

She watched through her lashes when he pulled away and bent slightly to cover her lower body with her jeans. The fabric grew damp where their fluids sank in against her thighs.

"You and I both know that'll never happen," she righted her bra.

"What makes you think that love?" He smirked, popping a finger into her mouth and groaning when she cleaned her own arousal from his skin.

She swirled her tongue around his finger suggestively and saw his eyes darken before releasing his hand and cocking an eyebrow.

"Because," she slid her hands into her back pockets, "you don't want anyone else seeing me naked."

"On the contrary, sweetheart," he hooked his thumbs in her belt loops and pulled her flush against his chest, "I don't want anyone else touching you because if they touch you I'd have to kill them where they stood and I know that would upset you. Looking though…" he tilted his head, "… the memories can be taken away after the fact, or even before the fact, so if you wanted to live out that particular fantasy, to know what it's like to have sex while being watched, then you could without anyone being the wiser to the events in question."

She met his eyes while considering the proposition before ultimately shaking her head. It was one thing to fantasize, but another to do; she found, thinking about it, that she didn't want anyone else seeing her naked either. Anybody watching her in the act would be a vital part of it.

"Better not," she smirked. "I wouldn't want you killing someone who just couldn't resist touching me, or themselves."

He growled at the thought of anyone taking any form of pleasure, emotional, physical, or visual, from her body.

Elena nodded. That was precisely how she had thought he would react. Her head whipped around when she heard approaching footsteps. Her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed lazy kisses along her cheek and down her jaw.

"Klaus…"

The warning in her voice was undercut by her breathy tone.

"… Someone is coming."

"I'm not ready to let you go yet," he chuckled.

"I'm at school," she tilted her head to give him better access to her neck. If he kept it up then their quickie would have been for nothing. "I have a class," her protests were losing ground quickly. She was half a second away from wrapping her arms around his neck and telling him to take her home and have his wicked way with her when he nipped at her earlobe.

"Will I see you tonight?"

"Pretty sure you already know the answer to that," she rolled her eyes.

"Good," he chuckled.

Elena opened her eyes when the rush of wind announced his departure. She took a few minutes to catch her breath and shrank back against the bleachers when Matt ducked underneath to retrieve the football someone had kicked that way. Luck was on her side when he didn't notice her.

He slowed down when he reached his driveway and strolled along the gravel path while thinking back on their most recent encounter.

It was hardly the first time she had needed quick release, but it was the first time she had asked him to meet her somewhere other than the mansion. His home was secluded where they ran little chance of being caught by anyone else; namely her ex-boyfriend to whom Klaus had recently restored his free will.

He froze when he reached the door and caught a lingering scent that he knew all too well. His eyes narrowed at the combination that indicated Stefan had been there and recently before pulling open the door. He followed his nose through the mansion and felt his stomach knot with worry the closer he got to the room that was always locked, the only room Elena had never set foot in.

The door was open.

Five dark rectangles were drawn on the floor where large objects had rested before he'd left the house.

He ripped his cell phone from his pocket and angrily dialed the numbers. He didn't give his old friend a chance to talk before snarling down the line.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

"Just enjoying my freedom."

Stefan leaned against the wall and inspected his pilfered property. If Klaus had really wanted to keep them safe he should have taken better precautions than a locked door.

"I will kill you and everyone you've ever met!"

Stefan rolled his eyes. The threat did nothing to faze him.

"Go ahead and do that," he hummed, "and you'll never see your family again. Tell me Klaus: how does it feel to not be one step ahead of everyone else?"

He hung up before he received an answer and turned towards the stairs. A tight smile lifted the corners of his lips when she stepped inside.

"Hello, Bonnie."

"Stefan," she spun to face him. Her phone and his recent message asking for a meeting weighed heavily in her pocket. "What do you want from me?"

"Relax," he held up his hands, "I just need your help."

"Why would I help you?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Last I checked you were all buddy-buddy with Klaus."

Pretty sure you'd still help Elena if she asked and she's more than 'buddy-buddy' with Klaus.

"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret about Klaus," Stefan smirked. He pointed to the contents of the basement. "He always kept his family with him… daggered and stored in boxes. Now I have them, and I need you to help keep them hidden."

Bonnie gaped at him, her mouth popping open and closed a couple of times as she shook her head.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" She bit down her frustrated scream. "You stole his family; that's only going to make him angry… like royally pissed off."

"Klaus has been alive for over a thousand years," he crossed his arms, "he doesn't have weaknesses aside from one: his family. As long as I have them I can ruin him."

"What makes you think I've got the power to hide five Originals?" She threw up hands up.

"You're a witch, and you hate Klaus," Stefan shrugged. "I have the utmost confidence that you will figure something out."

His eyes narrowed in on the fifth coffin raised slightly above the rest.

"While you're at it, see if you can't open that last one," he frowned. "It seems to be stuck."

Elena had barely made it through the front doors when she was pushed into the wood. Her heart stuttered when she caught the look in his eyes.

"Exactly how long have you been in cahoots with him?" He glared down at her.

Her brows lowered in confusion.

"Answer me, Elena!"

She could see the struggle he went through not to yell the demand.

"I… I don't what you're talking about," she swallowed. "I'm not in cahoots with anybody."

"You lured me from this house, giving him the perfect opportunity to strike," his voice turned to a low growl. "Have you been sleeping with him too?"

It was probably a very bad idea to strike him, but the heated accusation made her blood boil. Her hand left a visible imprint that took a good minute to fade.

It took him by surprise when her slap had the opposite effect so many other people had caused and calmed his rage.

She drew in deep breaths through her mouth and fixed him with a glare that said he needed to start providing answers before she walked out the door; they both knew he wouldn't stop her.

"Stefan was here," he sighed, finally. "He took them while I was with you under the bleachers."

"Took who?" She frowned.

Klaus tilted his head. The look on her face and the beating of her heart told him she was unaware of the incident. He took her arm, gently this time, and led her through the house to the always locked door. He watched her frown at the odd choice of lighting and landscapes lining the walls of the otherwise empty room.

"He took my family love," he pointed to the marks on the floor where the coffins had been wheeled away.

It took Elena a moment to realize what he was saying. She didn't understand why they would be in a locked room until she remembered what the Salvatore's had gotten her to do to Elijah.

"You said Elijah was reunited with your family," she crossed her arms.

"I didn't lie, sweetheart," he sighed. "He was here as well with all of them. It was not the reunion he wanted, but he was reunited with them."

"So what," she shook her head incredulously, "you kept them in coffins?"

"Where I knew they would be safe," he nodded. "Only now your charming ex-boyfriend has taken them all."

"And you automatically assumed I had something to do with this?" She pointed to her chest.

"You asked me to meet you," he took a step towards her backing her towards the door; "at the same time Stefan paid an unexpected visit."

"For all you know he was watching the house," she tipped her head back to look up at him, "waiting for you to leave."

"If he was watching the house that means he's likely seen you coming and going," his thumb rubbed circles over her arm. "How long before he informs the rest of them of your midnight activities?"

"He hasn't yet," she bit her bottom lip. "Are you going to kill him?"

"If he harms any of them, yes I will, without hesitation." His jaw clenched tightly. Getting his family back would be difficult; Stefan was hardly an idiot and would have taken precautions to hide them from him. "I'm going to need your help, sweetheart."

In terms of canon. All of the Originals are still sleeping in their coffins unaware of what's going on around them, with the exception of Finn who's been down so long he's regained his senses.

Klaus still killed Mikael in this timeline when he came after Elena to use as bait. Everyone just assumed it was because he knew he needed her to make hybrids, and the only reason I am putting this into the AN is because I don't think I'll find a spot to work it into the plot. Just know that Mikael is dead and the Originals are daggered.

I always hated the way Rebekah was daggered by Elena, so what I'm thinking is that Klaus restored Stefan's memories of the twenties but left Rebekah daggered just because I'd rather not go through that animosity in this story.

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