Warning: Sexually explicit content
Chapter Five: Giving In
"Elijah, please, I'm okay," Kiara told him as he wiped her mouth with a damp cloth.
It took her only a few minutes to explain what happened while she was in his brother's head. She thought he would be overjoyed to learn what Klaus's answer was to the question that had plagued him for so long, but instead, he was fussing over her like she was a doll in need of fixing.
"You were bleeding," he said. "My father managed to do you harm from the depths of Niklaus's psyche. It's unbelievable how much damage that man can do." His eyes locked on hers and all she could see was fear. And after seeing his father in action, she couldn't blame him. The man was cruelty incarnate. "And then my brother," he lifted a hand to trace the bruises slowly fading on her throat. "It's like his hands were actually—"
She placed a hand on his and pushed it down away from her neck. "I'll live."
"That's not the point," he shook his head. "If I had known—"
"But you didn't." Kiara put her hand on his cheek. "So there's no reason for you to beat yourself up over it, alright? Just enjoy today's win."
Elijah knew she was right. Besides, it was foolish of him to even allow himself to care about the woman after such a short amount of time knowing her. But he couldn't help himself. She was magnetic. And mysterious. And she made him feel like he was on the brink of discovering something beautiful.
After all these years of just surviving, he felt hopeful. He might get his family back. He might even get to have a life again. He briefly imagined a life there in that town. With her. But now Niklaus knew her face and he could come to kill her out of spite at any moment. And all of that possibility would go with her.
Suddenly, his phone started to ring. He shot Kiara an apologetic look and answered it.
"What can I do for you, Elena?"
He listened as she rambled into the phone at lightning speed about her friend Caroline being in danger. She begged him to go help her and Tyler Lockwood before Damon did something stupid, which seemed impossible to prevent, but he did give her his word that he would protect her loved ones so he didn't have a choice but to intervene on her behalf.
"Very well," he said and hung up the phone. He looked up at Jonas. "It seems Caroline Forbes is being held captive by some werewolves in a clearing near Wickery Falls. Stefan Salvatore is attempting to trade Tyler Lockwood for her. However, Damon seems intent on killing them all regardless. Elena would like that to be prevented."
"How many wolves we talking about?" Jonas asked.
"Hard to say, but they are known to run in packs so I imagine there could be enough to be a problem."
Jonas nodded and headed for the door.
"I'm going with you," Luka said.
"No," Jonas told him. "You will stay here where it's safe."
"You can't take on a pack of werewolves alone!"
"He's right," Kiara sighed, hating to admit it.
"I'm not putting my son in danger," Jonas stomped towards her.
"I'm not telling you to," she stood up. "I'm offering… to go with you instead."
Elijah rose to his feet. "No, absolutely not. You are not to get any more involved in this than you already are, do you understand? He can handle this."
"You don't know that!" Kiara shook her head, but she could tell by Elijah's stern expression that there was no changing his mind. "Why don't you go with him?"
"If I go, I cannot guarantee anyone will walk out of there alive. Jonas can. Besides, if I leave what's to stop you from following us or worse, finding more trouble all on your own as you did earlier today? Or did you forget that Johnathan Gilbert threatened you only hours ago?" he asked her.
Kiara shifted uneasily on her feet. He had a point, but she couldn't help feeling like it was just an excuse.
"Fine. Let's compromise," she offered with a shrug. "Let him channel me again."
"What?" Jonas looked at her like she was crazy.
"You can just put everyone to sleep," she said with a small calming smile. "Caroline and Tyler go home. War is prevented. We all live to fight another day. It's a win-win."
"You just spent the last five hours in Klaus Mikaelson's head and you barely made it out alive. I don't think you're strong enough to be channeled right now."
Kiara rolled her eyes. "First of all, I think you're exaggerating just a little bit. He choked me, he didn't rip my heart out. Secondly, weren't you the one that told me I'm immortal? What's the worst that can happen to me? I take another nap?"
Jonas looked at Elijah who seemed conflicted.
Yes, the lore did suggest she was immortal. But he wasn't sure if he was ready to test that theory just yet.
"Elijah, this is my home," Kiara stepped into his line of sight. "I don't want it to become a warzone. He already has my blood. I don't see the harm in him using it."
Elijah took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. You may do as she said, but I expect no harm to come to her in doing so."
Jonas nodded and poured the blood from the bowl into a vial to take with him.
After he left, the apartment went quiet. Luka was too worried for his father to sit still so he started cleaning up the apartment. Kiara went to help him, but Elijah told her to sit down because she would likely feel the effects of being channeled soon. He knew more about this witch stuff than she did so she did as she was told.
At first, Elijah pretended to go back to reading his book. He sat down on the couch next to her looking at her out of the corner of his eye. There were many things he wanted to say, but he couldn't seem to think of any of them at the moment. It wasn't until he saw her eyes flickering from their normal light green to the glowing emerald that he put the book down again.
"Kiara," he turned his body to face her. "Are you alright?"
She didn't even look at him. It was getting harder for her to catch her breath. Her hands gripped at the material of her shirt as if it were tightening around her.
Confused, Elijah put a hand on her shoulder and she pulled away.
"You're burning up," he told her, moving closer to touch her forehead.
She squeezed her eyes shut and kept her hands at her sides. "Stop touching me, Elijah," she said. Her voice was hoarse.
"Are you, are you in pain?" he asked, pulling his hand away. He watched her shift uncomfortably on the couch. "Please tell me."
She only swallowed and put a hand to her head.
"She probably needs to feed," Luka guessed from the kitchen. "Like my dad said, she spent hours in Klaus's head, lost some blood, and now she's being channeled. That kind of thing takes a lot out of a person, even a succubus."
Elijah put a hand on her cheek. "Is he right? Do you need to feed?"
The bruises on her neck still hadn't healed. Beads of sweat were building on her skin. Needing to feed was the only explanation. But why wouldn't she just say so? She's already fed on him before and he practically begged her to the other night, but she didn't. All she needed to do was tell him. Surely she must have known that by now.
"Kiara! Look at me!" he demanded and her eyes opened.
They were gleaming, pained, needy.
"I'm taking you home," he told her, lifting her into his arms and grabbing her things. "Thank you for the assistance, Luka. Tell your father I will be in touch."
Elijah raced to her house as quickly as he could without hurting her or being seen by anyone. When he reached her front porch, he remembered he still hadn't been invited inside. He paused and peered into the house, but didn't see any lights on.
"Kiara," he looked down at her. "Is Holly home?"
She shook her head and said, "Nightshift."
"Then I'm afraid I need you to invite me in," he told her.
Her eyes widened and looked around. Suddenly, she seemed aware of where she was and she shook her head.
Elijah's heart dropped. "Do you not trust me, Kiara?" he asked her.
"No, I, I don't trust me," she told him, digging her nails into his neck. "Not right now."
"Kiara, you need to feed," he pointed out. "Why are you resisting it?"
Kiara bit her lip. "I'm just not sure it's a good idea for me to feed on you again."
"Why not?" he frowned.
"Because…" she looked in his eyes. "I think I kinda like you and feeding on you will only change things."
"I don't understand."
She wiggled weakly and he put her down so she could stand on her own feet. Looking at her, she seemed a little better. Jonas must not be channeling her anymore. But she still clearly needed to feed and soon. She stumbled slightly as she reached out to open the door.
"At least let me help you to your room," Elijah sighed. When she hesitated, he added, "please. I only want to make sure you're alright."
"Okay," she said, unlocking the door. "You can come in, Elijah."
Elijah wrapped an arm around her waist and she leaned against him as she stepped inside.
"Help me to the kitchen. I need a drink," she told him, kicking off her shoes and leaving them where they landed.
The kitchen was beautiful with all new appliances and a white marble counter. Kiara stepped away from him and flipped a switch on the wall to make the lights go on. She put her hands on the counter as she walked to the refrigerator. There were some bottles of alcohol on top of it. When she went on her tippy toes to grab it, Elijah quickly took it down and handed it to her.
"Thanks," she said, turning to grab a glass. "This should help crave the hunger until I can grab a jogger in the morning or something."
Elijah's hands twitched at his sides. The idea of her feeding on someone else made him want to tear something apart. Especially since she didn't want to feed on him. He didn't understand why it was suddenly a problem, but he didn't want to upset her. The only reason she was even in this frantic state was because of him.
He watched her gulp down two shots of coconut rum and sigh.
"Better?" he asked.
"A little…"
"Kiara, why won't you let me help you?" his eyes wandered down to eye her damp heaving chest. "It isn't as if you can hurt me."
She turned away from him and walked to the living room to sit on the dark grey couch.
"The bond I had with you after feeding was stronger than any bond I've had with a human. And I try not to feed from the same person twice in such a short amount of time… last time I did, the guy stalked me for weeks."
Elijah smirked and sat down next to her. "Are you worried I'll become obsessed with you?"
"Can you really say that's an impossibility?" she asked. Her eyes flickered up to his suddenly, shining bright green. He couldn't look away. "I'm sure vampires struggle with addictions too. Blood. Drugs. Sex."
"They can."
"And what about you?" she asked, lowering her voice. "Have you ever found yourself… intoxicated by a person before? Their scent. Their taste. Their voice."
Elijah sucked in a breath as if to calm himself, but could only whisper, "Yes."
"I'm sure I can stir similar feelings in a vampire, even in an Original like you," she brushed her fingers along his neck and his heart fluttered. "You know, sometimes if I feed on someone too long… they can experience climatic levels of pleasure. I wonder what would happen to you if I—"
Before she could finish, Elijah grabbed her legs and pulled her toward him until she straddled his lap. She gasped, the friction between them sending a jolt through them both. They stared at each other, frozen in place. Neither one could trust themself to move. He looked up at her feeling a little better with her pressed against him. Their mouths were nearly touching as they both struggled to catch their breath.
Kiara looked at him, her eyes back to normal now. The shock of the sudden movement had snapped her out of whatever that was.
"It would be wise of you not to tempt me, Miss. James. Even I have my limits."
"I'm sorry," she said, making him blink at her. "I get these… mood swings sometimes when I'm hungry. It's almost like I become a whole other person. I can usually control it by feeding just enough to curve the hunger, but obviously I haven't done that so I'm not exactly myself right now."
Elijah could feel her rocking against him and he shuttered. "Yes, I can see that."
"It's not that I don't want to…" she told him. Her forehead nearly touched his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's just that I've never—and I want it to be real, at least the first time. But I don't think I can just feed on you. Not anymore."
"Kiara, please," Elijah's hands gripped her waist and pulled her to press down harder against him. His hips snapping up to meet hers. "I, I can't—" His eyes fluttered shut.
"I know. I'm sorry," she said, her voice breathy now that her eyes were glowing again. She moaned into his ear. "It just feels so good. Doesn't it?"
"Yes," he gasped.
"I should go to my room. I need to sleep," she said, but she didn't seem to mean it this time. She didn't even try to stop her movements.
Elijah nodded. His face vamping out as he started to lose himself to his own arousal. He watched her bite her lip with wrecked eyes. What wouldn't he do to have her lips on him again? He couldn't say.
"Mmmm," she hummed. Her hands cupping under his chin. "That's so hot. Are you hungry, Elijah? Do you want to bite me?"
He didn't answer. He couldn't speak. Every nerve of his body was vibrating. Her hands left a tingling sensation that seemed to echo through his entire being. He kept telling himself that he needed to stop this. It wasn't her. It was the hunger and he had no right to take advantage of that. But he couldn't stop his hips from moving and each time they rolled up to meet hers, a wave of pleasure more intense than the last washed over him.
When her mouth finally met his, he gave in to her with no hesitation. His hands rushed up the back of her shirt, desperate to feel more of her. She groaned into his mouth, her hips stuttering. Her tongue tangled with his and then he felt it. The distinct pressure of something being pulled up through his mouth and then his own release. It seemed to last forever. The pleasure was almost unbearable for him and then she stopped.
They held each other for a while. Their eyes closed, foreheads touching, and their breath ghosting over one another's face.
Finally, she pulled away to look at him, her eyes back to normal and shining with guilt. "I, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Do you feel better, Miss. James?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded. "I, I feel much better actually. Thank you."
"No need to thank me, Kiara," Elijah smiled, leaning his head back against the couch looking utterly spent, but satisfied.
"You aren't upset?"
"Should I be?" he raised an amused eyebrow at her.
"Well I, I just—"
"Fed from me?" Elijah nodded. "Yes, and it was incredible. I can see how that could become addicting."
Kiara shook her head. "You're not yourself right now. You're, you're… high from the feeding."
"Perhaps."
Kiara gulped at the hungry look he was giving her. Then she moved her hair away from her neck and said, "You should feed. It will help you recover faster."
"No," Elijah laughed, shaking his head. "I don't think I could handle that at the moment. It just might kill me."
She slapped his chest, only making him laugh harder. "Don't joke. I feel bad enough as it is."
"I'm not joking. Blood sharing is very erotic for vampires, taking succubus blood is probably even more so. You have already taken mine today and it felt so good," he rubbed his nose against hers as he considered kissing her, but refrained himself. "I nearly took you right then. Last thing we need is to risk me becoming addicted to your blood as well."
As well. The words echoed in her head, but she was too nervous to ask him if he was joking or not. Maybe tomorrow, once he's calmed down a little.
"Well, um, we should probably get cleaned up," Kiara said, anxious to distance herself from the dazed vampire.
He ran a hand up her thigh and said, "What are you suggesting?"
"Elijah, please," she said, standing up on shaky legs. "Behave yourself."
He only smiled at her. "Do forgive me. I'm a bit out of sorts and you smell…" his eyes wandered up and down her body. "Absolutely amazing."
Kiara wasn't sure if he meant her blood or not. But she decided to ignore it for now. "There is a bathroom to the right of the kitchen," she pointed in the general direction. "I'll take the one upstairs," she said and rushed to the second floor.
Once the door was closed, she locked it and pressed her back against it. She ran a shaking head through her hair and glared at herself in the mirror. "What the hell were you thinking?" she asked herself before quickly cleaning up and changing into a pair of pajamas. She told herself she would shower after Elijah left, but after they said their hesitant goodbyes, she dropped face down onto her bed and fell asleep.
Reviewers:
Only reviewer: Yeah, making spells up is challenging, but I think it worked. I have an idea of what might happen with Holly, but nothing is set in stone with her character just yet so we will see.
DaphneSlytherinWinchester: I know, wasn't he? Human Klaus was such a sweetheart. I liked the idea of Kiara, sort of, meeting him as a human for the first time. I think it will make her overall more empathic towards him to start with, even when he is going big bad hybrid on everyone. So she's scared of him at the moment, but she kind of gets him as well. And I agree with you about Mikael, it wasn't completely his fault. I just don't understand why he was so hard on Klaus before he even knew the truth. He never even gave Klaus a chance, which is strange because out of the Mikaelson children, Klaus ended up the most like him really. I'm so happy you're liking it and thank you for reviewing! I love to see what you have to say. :)
darklou: Thank you. I thought so too.
otaku701: Thank you! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well.
Okay so that's not exactly what I planned to write today... but oh well. I hope it didn't feel forced or anything. Elijah and Kiara are starting to grow on me. I'm excited for her to interact with Klaus and see how they feel together, but that won't happen just yet. That being said, I do have an idea of where I am going with this now. Hopefully, it is as good written out as it is in my head.
Thanks for reading guys! I'm already slaving away on the next chapter for you so stay tuned!
