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She sat with her knees curled to her chest against the pillows. The water from her wet hair seeped into the collar of his grey Henley.
A strangled yell reached her ears and sent a shiver down her spine. Lifting the edge of the blankets up and over her bare legs she hugged the warm material to her knees and tried to block out the second cry.
"Is this really necessary?"
Her eyes found his when he appeared at the dresser. She barely registered the blood stained fabric when he pulled it from his torso.
"He'll be fine in an hour," Klaus sighed, putting on a clean shirt.
"That's not what I meant," she closed her eyes. Her knees slid open until she was sitting criss-cross beneath the blankets.
"I know what you meant."
He sat beside her and pulled a phone from his pocket and pressed it into her palm after opening the lock screen.
She took the device and tapped in Stefan's passcode before returning the phone to Klaus. She watched as he opened the call history and deleted the phone call from her earlier.
"You're coming off as distinctly paranoid," she remarked when he set the device on the nightstand.
"Paranoia has been a good friend the last thousand years, sweetheart."
With anyone else the comment might have come off as condescending, but with her it was a mere statement of fact.
"You couldn't let the vervain pass naturally?" She placed her hands down on either side of her thighs and cocked an eyebrow.
"The sooner the vervain is gone the sooner he can be compelled. My family will be returned safely to the mansion and he will forget everything he knows about you and me," he met her eyes. "Make no mistake, love, the only reason Stefan is alive right now is because he saved your life, and the only reason the remaining hybrids are alive is because they have direct orders not to harm a hair on your head."
Elena shivered when he lifted her damp hair over her shoulder. She was starting to think she must be in shock because there was no way she had heard him say he was prepared to slaughter the hybrids he had spent a millennium longing to create.
"I'll wait for Stefan," Bonnie glared, defiantly, at the blonde.
"He's clearly been waylaid," Rebekah crossed her arms. "He's been gone nearly two hours."
"And that doesn't strike you as suspicious in the least?" Bonnie scoffed. She recognized Rebekah as one of Klaus' siblings from when she lifted each coffin lid. "How do I know you're not trying to help Klaus? Don't think I didn't hear you urge him to rush off after Klaus' 'sweetheart'."
Rebekah almost laughed. That was surely the nicest way to describe the relationship between her brother and his latest flavor of the month.
"Klaus," the name twisted her lips, "has spent the last thousand years controlling me. I've stuck by his side for centuries and all it ever got me was a dagger in my heart for my troubles." She had no desire to help the villain they referred to as 'Klaus'; he was so far removed from the loving brother she had grown up with.
"She's not helping Klaus, Bon-Bon," Damon came down the cellar steps and leaned against the door. "After the things I heard back at the Boarding House I highly doubt she's holding any sympathies towards her big brother."
"What did you hear?" Rebekah frowned.
"More than I ever wanted to," he shuddered. "Where's Stefan?"
"He went to help the poor soul that thought crawling into bed with my brother was a good idea," she straightened her spine.
"And whoever it was probably contacted Klaus as well," Bonnie crossed her arms. "He's probably torturing Stefan as we speak because you told him to go play the hero."
"All the more reason to show me my brothers."
"I'm afraid I don't follow your logic," Damon's eyes narrowed. "Stefan wakes up you and less than a day later he gets taken by Klaus. Why should we show you the rest of your family?"
"Because there's only ever been one person capable of keeping Klaus in any semblance of a line," Rebekah's eyes flickered from Bonnie to Damon. "If you want to get Stefan back we're going to need help."
She bent at the waist and felt the cool metal press into her stomach as she reached down to the very bottom of the washing machine. She would have thrown more than her bloodstained clothes in the wash but Klaus, as she had learned, was a bit of a neat freak so there was no extra laundry to be found. That meant her clean clothes were now in a wet ball at the bottom.
She felt the hem of his shirt rise the further she bent until cool air was swirling between her legs. She thought nothing of it since the house was empty save for the two of them and the chained up ex-boyfriend; that was until her hands curled around her things and rough fingers sank into her cheeks, kneading the smooth flesh.
Her breath caught as her abdomen clenched almost painfully.
"You've washed everything, I see."
His tone was conversational, as if they were discussing the weather and not her near nakedness. She didn't have to look to see the way his eyes darkened when he pressed the pad of his thumb between her swollen lips. She arched her back and tried to shift her hips against him in search of friction.
"I didn't want to waste water," she sighed.
Moving to straighten with the wet clothes she gasped when a strong hand landed between her shoulder blades and pushed her forward.
"Don't move."
A low growl rumbled in his chest and sent a fresh wave of arousal through her making her lips glisten enticingly in the harsh light of the laundry room.
He'd had no intention of instigating anything after returning from the basement. His only plan was to strike up a conversation, but there was something about Elena, something about his mate, that he just couldn't resist. He adored the way her body reacted to even the slightest stimulation on his part.
She moved the clothes on top of the drier without looking and gripped either side of the open washer. Staring into the drum she braced herself for whatever he was planning next.
Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, half-expecting to be penetrated at any moment. She was aching for him and on the verge of begging to be filled when she finally felt him move behind her.
A different kind of thrill raced down her spine as he sank to his knees.
He took a moment to let the anticipation build and would have sat their longer staring at the way her arousal gathered and glistened on her thighs, but his hunger seemed to want to win out.
"Look at you," he smirked, unable to resist teasing her, "dripping wet and I've hardly touched you."
He spread her lips and pressed a chaste kiss to her throbbing clit.
"Is all of this really for me, sweetheart," he dragged his tongue through her folds and groaned at the exquisite flavor, "or does the thought that your cavalier ex can smell your arousal and hear those filthy little moans you're making turn you on?"
Elena bit her lip when he asked the question, unaware until that moment that she had been moaning at all. She heard the strangled sounds rising in her throat though when he really set to work licking long strips through her pussy lips and sucking on her clit.
Her thighs began to tremble as he devoured her pussy like a man that had been starved. Each swipe of his greedy tongue pushed her higher and higher until every muscle in her body quivered with the need for release.
"Answer me, Elena," he pulled back with a smirk.
"Klaus," she whimpered, trying to push her hips back into his face. It was no use though; he had her in a firm grip and would not yield until he had his answer. Frantically her mind scrambled for whatever question he had asked her before beginning his feast. Did he want her to tell him how much she wanted to cum? Did he want to hear what she wanted him to do? Did he want her to beg?
It took a moment of thinking before she remembered his question.
"It's for you," she panted. "It's all for you." She risked moving to look over her shoulder and meet his eyes so she could take it one step further. "Nobody turns me on like you."
She groaned when he resumed his task and kept talking through her rising arousal until her words came out as strangled sounds between heaving gasps.
"Nobody has ever eaten me out like you do," she squeezed her eyes shut when his tongue pushed inside her. "Mmm… fu… yes… Klaus…"
He had never cared much for what others had to say about him, but as the praise fell from her lips and echoed back from the inside of the machine he felt what little blood remained rush to his cock. He renewed his efforts while freeing himself from his constricting jeans. With one hand he held her lips open and with the other he jerked off to the sound of her wanton moans and pleas that he make her cum.
He couldn't resist the sweet sound of her voice so he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard.
Her voice fell silent as the tension released from her body.
He worked her through the orgasm and leaned back to watch as her cum rolled down her thighs to her knees.
It took Elena a few minutes to settle her heart and breathing enough to turn around. The moment she did was the moment he stood and wrapped an arm securely around her back pulling her into his stomach.
She moaned when he pressed his lips to hers and she tasted herself on his tongue. It took all the self-control she possessed to push him away.
The sudden pout that overtook his features brought a fond smile to her lips that she quickly hid by turning to the drier. She tossed her clothes in and adjusted the settings while wiping the expression from her face so that when she turned back to him it was with a smirk.
"Having a little problem there?" Her eyes flickered down before rising again to meet his carnal gaze.
"Hardly little," he smirked, taking her hips. His breath caught when she leaned closer and nipped at his exposed collarbone.
Elena gasped when he tore his shirt from her body and lowered her to the cool floor, removing his own clothes and settling between her thighs.
"Seriously?" He grumbled, casting his eyes to the dark ceiling overhead. The distant sound of muffled grunts and soft moans drifted down to where he was chained to the wall.
The last thing he wanted was for the vervain to be gone so Klaus could compel him and he lost his leverage, but he found himself wishing the process would hurry up and end so he wouldn't have to listen anymore.
He knew why Klaus hadn't killed him, he had his family, but he couldn't figure out why he hadn't tried another tactic. Surely a bite would have gotten him to talk a lot sooner than being bled out and compelled. His answer came a few minutes later when the question was voiced by Elena in curious tones.
"The fever would have burnt out the vervain, and been an excellent motivator for information, but I wouldn't have dared do that with you in the house."
"Why not?" She curled into his chest and drew thoughtless patterns over his heart. She was glad he hadn't bitten Stefan, but her curiosity was getting to her.
"That should be obvious sweetheart," his fingers trailed up and down her spine.
She tipped her head up, inhaling slowly when he pressed a soft kiss to her brow. She blushed when she heard the contented hum rise from her own throat.
He cupped the back of her neck and rolled her over, peppering her face with gentle kisses between each murmured word.
"You are a terrible distraction," he nipped her ear, "I don't dare start anything important when you're nearby because I will forget what I was doing the moment I lay eyes on you."
She carded her fingers through his hair when he started licking and nipping her throat. She knew what was coming when he paused and propped himself on his elbow, but before he could ask the question on the tip of his tongue he tilted his head towards the door and a voice she couldn't hear.
"Not that I'm in a hurry to be compelled but I'd really like to get out of here before you start another round with my ex-girlfriend."
"Go on," she sighed when he sat up, "I should get dressed and head home."
"Do you have advanced hearing now, love?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Nope," she sat up, tilting her head, "but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what you were listening to."
Damon rolled his eyes as the two continued to argue the point and checked his watch before clearing his throat.
"I enjoy a good cat-fight as much as the next guy, but you two are taking this way out of proportion." His eyes turned to Bonnie when she glared and crossed her arms. "Whether we agree with sexy Bex," he smirked when she snapped at him and told him not to call her that, "or not is irrelevant at the moment. Assuming Klaus has Stefan than he's bleeding the vervain from him so he can compel the location of the coffins from him, so regardless of personal opinions you need to reveal them so that we can relocate before Klaus comes barging in to collect."
"Where are we gonna take them?" Bonnie reluctantly agreed and ignored the blonde's smug smile.
"I've got just the spot," he backed towards the stairs. "A house safe from Klaus," he wiggled his eyebrows to enunciate the rhyme. "You lift the glamour and I'll bring around a vehicle."
Bonnie closed her eyes and murmured the incantation to lift the spell, knowing Damon was right and that Klaus would likely come equipped with a witch when he got the information he wanted.
"Don't get any bright ideas," Bonnie glanced over her shoulder to Rebekah. "I've sealed the caskets so only a human can open them."
"Smart," Damon came back downstairs.
Elena paused half-way down the street to her house and pulled out her ringing cell phone. Klaus had driven her half-way home after compelling Stefan and letting him go and she had honestly thought she would get through the front door before he called. It should have taken him at least a half an hour to retrieve his incapacitated siblings.
"Hello?" She leaned against the back of a bench.
"I'm going to kill him and everyone he's ever met!"
"He's met me," she heaved a dramatic sigh, "and you, and my family, so I'd really prefer if you didn't do that."
"Obviously I'm not going to kill you."
She heard some of the rage recede from his voice.
"What did he do?" She wondered at what point she had learned that she could talk him down in certain situations.
"He lied to me!"
"You compelled him to tell the truth," she frowned when she heard a distant crash come through the speaker. She inspected her nails while he tore apart the room in the old witch house.
"They're not here, love."
"Isn't it more likely that Stefan revealed the location to someone else in case you figured it out?" She pushed her hair behind her ear when he sighed in agreement. "They've probably just been moved. Now I'm going to go home, and since nobody knows I can try and find out what happened. I'll call you later."
She tucked the phone into her pocket after restarting her playlist and rolled her neck before taking off at a light jog the rest of the way. Her heart was pounding and her breath was heavy when she took the porch steps and pushed open the front door. She was on the first step on the path to taking her second shower of the day when she froze.
Slowly she walked backwards and poked her head through the door to the porch swing. Her mouth opened and closed a few times when her eyes landed on the blonde. She wore a pair of jeans and a top Elena was fairly certain she had left at the Boarding House.
"Hello. Who… who are you?" She met the blonde's eyes; the striking shade of blue was oddly familiar.
"Rebekah," she stood up and crossed her arms.
Elena struggled not to bristle under the woman's stare. The way she looked her over made her feel like she was being appraised.
"You're the latest doppelganger," she tilted her head and hummed. "The original was prettier."
"Now, now," a voice came from behind her, "be nice, sexy Bex."
Elena glanced over her shoulder to find Damon coming through the entry. He ignored the low growl from Rebekah as he sauntered toward the pair on either side of the threshold.
"Elena is playing host for us," he crossed his arms and leaned against the banister.
Elena glanced from Damon back to Rebekah and cleared her throat when she saw the small gold band on the blonde's right hand. She recognized the ring from somewhere but the location eluded her.
"As much as I'd love to chat with someone who just threw a veiled insult at me," she stepped back and up on the step, "I was just jogging and really need to take a shower. Nice to meet you, Rebekah; Damon," she paused when she looked at him and waved to the door, "I'm sure you have things to do."
"I could always help you shower," he smirked suggestively.
"I'm a big girl, Damon," she backed up a few more steps and pressed her lips together, "I've been showering on my own for many years."
At the top of the stairs she heard the front door close, and saw them on the lawn through the grass. Turning around she nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Shit!" Her hand covered her pounding heart.
"Sorry," Bonnie offered a sheepish smile, "Jeremy was in the downstairs bathroom."
"It's fine," she swallowed, managing a smile for her friend, "what are you doing here?" She felt her brows slowly rise into her hairline as Bonnie explained.
"Stefan stole Klaus' family and we had to move them before he found them," Bonnie tucked her hair behind her ears, "and since he doesn't have an invitation to your house we moved them here. Don't worry, you won't even know they're here. Just refrain from inviting Rebekah in; Damon's worried she'll try something."
And suddenly she remembered where she had seen Rebekah's ring. The image came to her in pieces: a sunny day, the bridge at the Lockwood estate, and Elijah passing her the buzzing cell phone from his pocket.
"You put incapacitated Original vampires in my house?" Elena walked around Bonnie and into the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way.
"In your basement," Bonnie nodded. "It's just until we can be sure Stefan is alright. As soon as he's returned in one piece we'll get them out of here and somewhere more secure."
She murmured something agreeable while nodding as Bonnie turned to leave and she started the shower. Under the spray of hot water she washed away whatever smell that lingered from her afternoon activities and pondered her options.
Blood chugged sluggishly through veins on the slow path to the heart like a train over tracks. There was no way of knowing how long the journey lasted, but it felt like an eternity; driving with small children in the car who asked every other minute if they were there yet.
Finally it reached the heart.
Elena knew it was coming but she still jumped back with a tiny shriek when he jerked up with a gasp. She took a deep breath and lifted the blood bag in her hand; she had started keeping some in the house for Caroline after the ritual. A brief period after the ritual when Jenna was free of vervain meant that her aunt looked over the bags when she saw them in the fridge.
He took the bag from her hand and looked her over slowly while draining the liquid. When the colour began to return to his skin and moisture returned to his mouth he finally spoke.
"You survived the ritual."
"So did Klaus, thanks for that." She had meant for her tone to be sarcastic but she really was grateful he hadn't murdered his half-brother. It seemed in his bloodless state that he took it as a negative expletive.
"I…"
"It's fine." She held up her hands in a stopping gesture. "Consider it dropped."
He frowned when she turned around and picked something up from a low table. He was out of the coffin and standing when she turned back and held out a length of silver. He wasn't sure why it surprised him since she had done it before but he still regarded her suspiciously when he plucked the blade from her hand.
"Why?"
"I thought you might want to put that up somewhere," she shrugged. Clearing her throat she nodded to a darkened area of the room on the other side of the coffins. "I was gonna wake them to, but then I remembered how you reacted at the Boarding House when you weren't invited in. I don't have the physical strength to move them."
"And why am I in a basement?"
"Stefan stole all of you from Klaus. Klaus abducted Stefan and compelled the location of the coffins from him. Damon moved all of you to my basement before Klaus could take you back."
She hadn't intended to do it, but she'd gotten the sense that the other two were particularly murderous from the shouts she heard drifting through the open window of her bedroom. She crossed her arms when Jeremy leaned in her doorway.
"I can't believe you did that," he shook his head.
"I only woke Elijah," she murmured when the voices cut off. "He told me to lock myself in my room while he woke his brothers." Jeremy wouldn't have known at all if he hadn't come back from work early when she was on her way back to her room. She looked out through the window to find the porch empty and estimated a few minutes before they landed.
"You should be safe to go now," she reached for her cell phone, "Elijah's the only one who actually has an invite and he wouldn't have hurt you; besides they're gone."
Jeremy opened her bedroom door but paused in the hall.
"Why'd you do it?"
Elena glanced up from her phone with a small shrug.
"I felt bad," she admitted. "I couldn't leave them like that."
"You're too nice for your own good, 'Lena," he shook his head.
"Am not." It was an old reflex and she smiled when she said it. "Night, Jer."
"Night," he left and headed to his bedroom.
She returned her attention to the phone in her hands.
Your brothers sounded murderous.
It was almost comical how fast her phone started to ring. She didn't give him a chance to ask questions when she answered.
"They were moved to my basement, and I woke Elijah. He took it on himself to wake your other brothers."
"And my sister?"
"Apparently already awake," she closed her window. "I have one question before you get angry and they get there." She pulled back the covers on the bed, suddenly exhausted. "There were five empty spaces in that room. Who was in the fifth coffin?"
I worked out the plotting for the next few chapters of SAF (which are next on my list) and ohh... big stuff is coming for La Grand Guignol