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Desislava was tired and hungry. She'd been entertaining these vampires for over three hours and, frankly speaking, the three bloodsuckers had become a bore after the first hour. She rolled her umber eyes at the dramatics of the two boys, was it really that big of a deal that the little copy had to die? What's one teenage girl in the grand scheme of things? Desi was then hit by a sense of weighted hypocrisy, after all her goddaughter had thrown all else away to live, who was Desi to judge? She shook herself out of her reflection and once again caught the attention of the two argumentative brothers. "Are you ready to discuss my offer now? Or should I wait another century?"
Stefan steeled his forest green eyes in preparation. No deal from a Pierce, wait a Petrova, was going to work out in their favor. The succubus most likely didn't care whether Elena lived or died, so she had to be working from another angle. His brother's ice blue gaze landed on Stefan, silently asking if they should even bother listening. As much as Stefan wanted to give Desi the boot, his hands were quickly becoming tied in a seemingly never ending battle to keep Elena human and breathing. He knew that their little group needed all the help they could get in this fight, and having another strong supernatural entity besides him, Damon, and Rose was an alluring idea to say the least. As suspicious as she was, they were running out of time for pleasantries. Stefan gave the elder Salvatore a subtle nod to let Desi present her deal.
Damon's eyes hardened into sapphire chips as he glared at Desi's form after getting confirmation from Stefan. The attractive woman was a bunch of variables thrown into an already unpredictable situation, but Damon had the sense to know that if they refused her deal, she'd be involved in the 'Klaus' debacle in one way or another, even if it was siding with the other team. The elder Salvatore gestured for the succubus to proceed with her offer as he poured himself more bourbon, heaven knew he'd need it to get through tonight.
A professional smile that didn't reach her eyes was given in return. "So, I believe in a balance when it comes to business interactions. Therefore, we can definitely make counter offers if the original one does not benefit you. We'll bargain until an agreement can be reached, of course, and in the case that we don't find an amiable solution, we all walk out of this room as alive and healthy as we came in."
All the participants gave a nod in consent to her preamble. "Lovely, now I'll tell you what you get out of the deal first. I'll be a member of your dupe troop, and of course I will offer any and all assistance needed in protecting your human. You can call me at anytime, and I will promptly assist in whatever you require. Any spells that your pretty little witch casts that requires blood from a magical creature, I will gladly offer. Basically, you have me in your arsenal, and believe me when I say that I'm very skilled in the art of warfare and politics. If you require evidence to that fact I will gladly point you to the nearest world history book and show you my victories.
Also, you can call upon me for any of my abilities. Whether it be for seduction, my strength, my speed (which I also guarantee I'm quite a bit faster than any of your kind), or purely as a negotiator on your behalf. A honeypot would be a perfect way to infiltrate many of the forces that stand against you. And to top it all off, I'll throw in my old hag's grimoires to assist the little Bennett."
Both forest green and ice blue eyes listened to their half of the deal with increasing interest. This was a very good deal, so far. Damon chuckled lightly, "And what are you asking for in return, gorgeous, to get your little girl out of the tomb? Because that isn't happening any time soon."
A debutante's grin appeared over Desi's pretty pink lips, giving the handsome Damon a once over before replying, "Of course not. Klaus could be prowling in this town already. My goddaughter is safest exactly where she is. Although that does make me curious as to what she'll ask for in exchange for the moonstone." Damon's smirk promptly dropped.
Stefan was the next one to interject his suggestions, "Well then maybe you're asking for all information and input on our future plans. No offense, but I don't trust you, and there's no way you're securing that deal." Desi once again arched a brow in amusement.
"I'm rather surprised you say that, considering you could very well lie to me about your intentions, however, I also have no need of that. Your next moves are plain for me to read, and I've got a pretty good guess as to how all these cards are going to fall in the next few weeks. No, what I want is to act as an ambassador for you. When the Originals come, and they will whether you break the curse or not, I don't trust either of you not to fuck it up. That one," Desi gestured to Damon with her now empty glass, "is too impulsive to be trusted in negotiations, especially when it comes to Elena. And you," Desi then turned her dark intuitive gaze back to the younger Salvatore, "are also an unreliable variable seeing as you have a bit of a drinking problem, and if you have a slip up, I don't want that version of you to be a reflection on the group. And of course, little Rose can't go, Klaus will gladly kill her for what she did, and unlike Elijah, he won't care what factors played a part in her betrayal."
Silence permeated the Salvatore boardinghouse as they digested her words. Damon was of course pleased with prospects of the deal, but felt more than a twinge of anger at her piercing words on just how inept he would be in the coming dangerous debates. He understood that he was a loose cannon, but he also hated to be reminded of it. And there was another twinge of suspicion. This deal sounded too good, and Damon was growing more and more frustrated at how he couldn't read her intentions. On the other hand, Stefan's guilt was stirring in his gut, but along with that was definitely suspicion. What was her angle? And then the green eyed vampire realized that there was a verbal loophole in her offer. She never said that we would know what would be discussed in the negotiations. Of course! That had to be it. But once again, Desi cut off his spiraling train of thought.
"Also, to assuage your suspicions, I'll have the Bennett witch come with me to all meetings. Considering that she's the only one outside of the three of you who can somewhat defend herself, I believe she'd be the best option."
Rose was beside herself on this. She knew that Desislava was completely correct in her assumptions. However she also knew from experience that the Petrova bloodline couldn't be trusted. Not to mention the freshly stirred emotions she felt about her old lover's return. They had never been official of course, but Rose couldn't deny that she had loved Desi, and she didn't know what that meant a decade later. Could Desi love me? Hope burned bright in her emerald gaze at the aforementioned woman, wanting desperately to be the one to be called hers. Rose, of course, wasn't aware that Desi had only ever loved one being in her entire existence outside of her precious Katerina, and no one could take their place.
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The Salvatores had decided to take the night to decide on her offer, and promptly traded contact information with Desi. Everything is working out perfectly, she thought slyly to herself as she drove out of town to finally get something to eat. It was late, 9:03pm to be exact, and Desi was quickly finding herself ravenous. At this point she didn't care who it was, as long as she got something to sate her growing hunger. She finally found herself a couple towns away at a throwaway seedy bar. It would do well for the succubus' intentions, she could smell the arousal in the air from all the newfound couples flirting and necking each other. And that's when she saw something at the bar, something familiar.
A broad shouldered back fit neatly into his suit, dark brown hair just as she remembered from about 50 years prior. Elijah turned around quickly catching the scent of her, and she felt a delightful shiver as the Original scanned her almost methodically. Elijah is still the handsome beast in a suit I remember, she thought happily. Desi hadn't come across an Original in quite a long time, and she was glad to see one of her favorites in such an unexpected place. Maybe her hunger could be fully satisfied tonight. "Well hello there, Elijah," she said teasingly, and she watched his hard, analytical oak eyes soften slightly, "wasn't expecting to find a gentleman in this rundown bar." He gave her a light smile of fondness, which was more than enough for most vampires to know she was a very welcome sight for sore eyes.
"Well, Desislava," he said in her Bulgarian dialect, Elijah always called her by her whole name, and it never failed to give her pleasure, "we gentleman are often found in the least likely of places. Would you delight me with your company?" She'd gladly do more than that, she thought as she took a seat in the bar stool besides him, her shoulder brushing against his arm as she did so.
Elijah Mikaelson was not a man to be easily seduced by a woman. He had learned that lesson very well after Katerina's betrayal. Desislava however had always been a different story entirely. Desi was not one to toy with someone's emotions, she made it known in her relationships with others that she would not become a kept woman for a very long time, and never led her lovers to believe otherwise. He could see many of Katerina's characteristics in Desislava, and that was perhaps why he was always fond of her. Always a flirt, but never a tease, a lesson that Katerina could never learn. And in the eldest "awake" Original's eyes, that made Desislava the better woman. The succubus had made herself known to his family after she was introduced as Kol's date to one of their many balls, where she was promptly recognized as an old lover by Rebekah as well. Elijah remembered in amusement the flush on her cheeks as the connection was made.
The gentleman would be the first to admit that at first, he thought her a common whore, particularly after learning her surname. The Mikaelsons had been very thorough in their observations of her after that, trying to ensure that the lady was not there for vengeance against Niklaus. However, in the 60 years they all spent in her company, she had never expressed any ill will against his younger impulsive brother. Elijah had once asked her about it, and all she replied was, "I am cursed to be loyal to a witch within Kol's party until she dies. I have to play the harlot to partake in food. It's been 363 years, and if I had the opportunity to break this foul malignancy, I would do anything to have my freedom. If someone took that from me at the last hour, I would react just as Klaus did."
Afterwards, she had become a friend of sorts to Elijah, and as much as she flirted with him, he was decidedly nervous to cross that line. It had been 50 years since he'd last seen her, and as soon as Elijah had felt her intoxicating presence he knew that the nervous attitude had been replaced entirely with his desire to be close to her. He'd never tell her that of course, but the strong feelings of fondness were not so easily ignored as to do nothing with this opportunity. So, as she eyed him up hungrily, and they both drank together, speaking of the past and how wonderful it truly was, Elijah was sure in his actions as he whispered in her ear, "Perhaps we might continue our conversation back at my hotel?"
To say that Desi was a bit stunned at the elder Mikaelson's offer would be an understatement, however she was never one to turn away a gift. She might have lied to Katerina about her intentions while bedding with the other two Mikaelsons. She'd gladly take the entire bunch if the offer was presented. After all, they were positively divine in the bedroom so far. So, Desislava was quick to accept with a playful smile on her lips, very excited with how the evening was going so far. If Elijah happened to rock her world as well as the others had, she'd give him a gift herself, the gift of information.
Elijah elegantly stood from the barstool, offering his arm as he looked down at the exquisite Desislava. Desi's large dark eyes seemed to turn a shade darker as she slid her hand around the strong bicep. God, she could feel the muscles underneath and they were great. What an enticing man, this Elijah, she thought to herself. Elijah opened the door to his luxury vehicle for Desi to gracefully slide in, and promptly walked to the driver's side.
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Desislava had never seen Elijah as animalistic as he was right now, his predatory gaze as he trailed his teeth over her collarbone confirming that he wanted to completely devour her. The moment he had finished guiding her into his elegant hotel room, he had her pinned against the wall. Elijah's lips had aggressively taken hold of hers over and over, completely domineering in all ways, and Desi loved it. That was one thing about the Mikaelsons she knew for damn sure, they were never the submissive ones. Not that Desi minded of course, she was more than happy to take their roughness and dominating nature since she usually had to be the aggressive one. Elijah's large hands were sliding her pencil skirt up her tanned thighs, growling as he felt the pantyhose coating them. Desislava could feel her hunger starting to overpower her as she felt the Original grip her bottom hard before lifting her. She quickly wrapped her long legs around his torso earning another growl from him.
He continued trailing his tongue and teeth down her neck before glancing up smugly as Desi moaned. That's when he saw the most startlingly beautiful eyes he had ever seen, her enticing dark umber pair replaced by something akin to amethysts around her irises. Her cheeks were flushed and her pouty lips swollen, dark hair tousled as a result of him running his hands through the silky brown strands. Elijah felt that he had never seen a more arousing sight in his existence, and while he knew part of it was the delicious scent of her pheromones permeating the air, he promptly decided he didn't care. Desi was all his for tonight, and he would not take this opportunity for granted.
A sudden burst of vamp speed and suddenly Desi found her back bouncing on his soft mattress. Elijah was a tempting sight at the moment, to say the least. Dark eyes hungry, tie loosened with a couple of his buttons popped off from her iron grip moments ago, prowling around the edge of the bed. He stalked over to her slowly, taking in her appearance with an analytical eye, as if committing it all to memory. And that's when he slowly took off her black stilettos, kissing the inside of her pantyhose covered calf as he did so. It sent delightful tingles up Desislava's spine as he trailed his lips higher. And when she grew tired of his teasing, she promptly pulled him to her lips in a harsh demanding way. There'd be more time to play after she ate a little bit, then she'd gladly take his teasing, and whatever else he wanted to give her.
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After hours of animalistic lovemaking, both Desi and Elijah were holding each other close, the latter already trailing his lips on the love bites covering her neck once again while her eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction. Then she remembered that she had a gift to give him. She lightly tugged on his dark brown locks, making Elijah look at her with those beautiful dark eyes of his.
"Elijah, I wish to tell you something since you've been such a lovely host this evening."
His dark brow furrowed as he trailed his hand over her flushed cheek before running a thumb across her beautiful lips. "What is it, Desislava?"
"This is my gift to you, Elijah. The Salvatore who staked you in that rundown mansion will be in Richmond tomorrow, at a certain coffee shop, and he'll be looking to get information about Klaus from that lackey of yours, Slater."
Elijah's eyes sharpened slightly before he nodded, brushing his lips against her cheek in gratitude, she hadn't needed to give him that information but he very much appreciated the chance to take a bit of vengeance against the elder Salvatore. "I will take care of it tomorrow. However, I am nowhere near finished with you, Desislava."
And with that, he gladly had his fill of Desislava again and again, into the early hours of the morning.
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A/n: Hey guys! Thank you for taking time to read my story, I hope you're enjoying it! Let me know if you guys would prefer I keep the mature scenes as they are now or if you'd prefer me to go all out with descriptions! Hope y'all have a lovely day.