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There is some smut in this chapter as well. This'll be the last instance of it for a while.

The supple leather of the black jacket clung to her arms and fell open in the front revealing the magenta t-shirt that dipped low. The shirt covered the top of her black skirt that clung to her legs, but was still comfortable enough to move around in. She had tied the entire look together with black ankle boots. The buckles glinted in the flashing lights of the club. The neon colours bounced off the silver buttons of her jacket to reflect off the bodies of everyone she passed.

A strong hand grabbed her elbow a few feet from the door. She spun around to face the man and cocked an eyebrow.

"A gorgeous gal like you shouldn't be leaving alone," his grey eyes dropped to her chest.

A few days ago she would have definitely been offended and very weirded out by his salacious gaze; there was something corrupt in his eyes and the way he held himself. She'd heard whispers of this guy and his horrendous actions towards women; nothing ever stuck because he was the son of a city official. She had practically seen Ava's spine tingling when he had fastened the pair of them with a manic look.

"Where's your girlfriend?" He took her hips and pulled her flush against him.

She glanced down to where she could feel him against her thigh; he grew hard when she stretched up and breathed against his ear.

"She's not my girlfriend," her fingers danced over his chest, "just a girl I hook up with."

"I heard about the bathroom," his hands slid down to squeeze her ass.

"Really?" She tilted her head. Her eyes spotted the red head at the bar; it hadn't taken Ava long to find Elena in the club, and even less time for the pair to slip into the graffiti covered bathroom stall.

"Or rather," he leaned down and bit her ear, "I heard you through the door. I think I can make you scream louder."

"How's your tongue?" Elena leaned back and looked him up and down slowly before meeting his grey eyes. "Because hers was wicked."

She could see him picturing Ava kneeling on the bathroom floor between her legs. The actual memory was enough to warm her up, but she had something else in mind.

She didn't stop him from grabbing her wrist and placing her slim hand over the hard ridge in his pants. His hot breath fanned over her ear.

"I got something better than a tongue."

"We'll see," Elena hummed. She backed away while maintaining eye contact for several paces before turning around and exiting the club.

Her heels clicked on the concrete slab of the sidewalk as she moved out of the streetlights. She made it ten paces before she heard someone coming up behind her.

Once again strong hands took hold of her hips but this time she was pulled sideways into the dark alley. It was the kind of alley she would have seen in a horror film. A fire escape ended a half dozen feet above a green dumpster that blocked the light from the street. That was where he pushed her.

Her hands came up instinctively to catch her weight and keep her body from colliding with the rough wall. The heavy bass from the club pounded through the barrier. She glanced over her shoulder when his hands rucked up her skirt.

Cold air swirled around her exposed skin and cooled her hot center, but even in the dark alley she knew he could see how wet she was.

"No underwear?" His hand came down on her ass.

"I left them in her purse," she winked. Her sensitive ears easily picked up the ripping sound of his zipper being pulled down. She waited until she could feel his erection trailing through her folds before straightening up and turning around. "Wait."

"I don't wait for anyone," he growled and held her throat.

Elena felt her airway block as his free hand forced itself between her thighs. She grabbed his wrist and moved his hand from her throat down to her heaving breast.

"You have no patience," her eyes narrowed, "and one day," she hooked her leg around his waist, "it would have gotten you into trouble."

"Would have…." His voice trailed off in a strangled groan.

Elena arched her hips and ground against him while leaning forward to kiss his throat. Her teeth nipped at his Adam's apple while her center rubbed against his hard cock.

"Mmm," she licked her lips and felt her fangs descend, "it would have." She pulled back so he could see her face and smirked when the blood drained from his cheeks.

"What the fuck?" He moved to push her away and gasped when she gripped his chin.

"Hold still," her pupils dilated, "and don't scream."

His body immediately stopped moving as his eyes widened with fear.

"Don't worry honey," she trailed her fingers down his cheek, "I'm gonna save you some future trouble."

Her mouth opened wide to expose her glinting fangs to his terrified gaze. She gave the sight a moment to sink in before using vampire speed to spin them around and slip her teeth into his throat.

Fear, as the Salvatores had said, made the blood sweeter.

Elena had never had much of a sweet tooth, but after indulging in the hottest food imaginable it was a nice palette cleanser; like going for ice cream after leaving the Indian restaurant. She did love spicy food, but it was nice to mix it up once and a while.

The decadence of his blood washed over her and made her feel positively delirious. As the liquid drained from his body he went limp; it took less than a minute for his heart to slow. Normally she would have stopped at that point, healed him and sent him on his way, but his blood was scrumptious.

She dropped him in an unceremonious heap when his heart stopped and licked the velvety liquid from her lips. Using the toe of her boot she turned him over and tilted her head. Her lidded eyes roamed his still frame, while she adjusted her skirt, and widened when she reached his crotch.

"Brings a whole new meaning to the term rigour mortis, doesn't it?" The voice coughed behind her.

Elena looked over her shoulder and used her heel to poke the dead guy's still hard cock.

"I was wondering when you two would show up," she turned slowly. Her thumb caught a bead of blood running down her chin.

"Didn't we teach you not to play with your food?" Damon crossed his arms and looked down.

"So you're of the do as I say and not as I do variety?" Elena looked between the Salvatores. She had thought Jeremy would find her first and that he would probably bring Bonnie with him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Damon hoisted the body up and into the dumpster; it had become clear that Elena wasn't going to clean up after herself.

"You play with your food all the time," Elena leaned against the dumpster, "or are you forgetting about Caroline? Then Andie?" She kept an ear on Stefan who had yet to say anything. "And I'm pretty sure Stefan loves playing with his food. I seem to recall hearing all about bodies literally torn apart and then pieced together."

"I don't do that anymore," Stefan crossed his arms. "I didn't have my humanity, and if you'll recall I was under the influence of Klaus."

"Not even Klaus does that," she turned her gaze to her ex-boyfriend and cocked an eyebrow.

"You know you could just play with a Mr. Potato Head," she drawled in a bored manner, "or paper dolls. You know… since you've got that whole humanity thing; I tell you though," She looked between them, "life is pretty sweet without it."

"You don't feel anything for this guy," Damon gestured to the dumpster.

"No," she shook her head. "Actually…" she held up her finger, "… I regret killing him so fast. He had promised to make me scream."

"Is this what you've been doing the last few days," Stefan stepped back and met her disinterested eyes.

"It's what I've been doing the last few hours," Elena held up her fingers as she counted: "eating, sleeping, fucking…" She lifted her foot. Stefan was close enough that she could trail her toes up his leg. "And shopping of course since I had nothing to wear; I thought I'd upgrade my wardrobe."

"Why?" Damon looked her over. The clothes were of a higher quality then she typically wore, and was much more revealing; any lower and she would have been considered indecent.

"Attraction," Elena shrugged as if it were obvious. "I thought I'd try my hand at getting blood without compulsion."

"You haven't compelled anyone?" Stefan caught her ankle when she reached his inner thigh.

"I've compelled the bartenders," Elena motioned to the club behind them, "but only because I didn't think to get a fake ID. And I compelled some of the staff at the mall."

"You left your purse behind so we kind of figured that," Damon rolled his eyes.

Elena rolled her neck around to look at him. Her eyes darted between the brothers.

"Jeremy wasn't lying," Stefan's jaw clenched, "you've turned it off."

"Score one for Saint Stefan," Elena nodded. She tilted her head and blinked slowly. The one thing that seemed to remain after flipping the switch was her curiosity; she was Pandora and she was surrounded by boxes. "What are you two doing here?"

"Your brother was worried about you," Damon sighed, "he called Bonnie and I overheard the conversation. We came to help; to try and talk some sense into you and get you to turn it back on."

"I don't want to turn it on. I like how I am now; I'm no longer held to some impossible ideal, and I'm done mourning. You want to help me?" Elena bit her bottom lip. Rolling her shoulders back she looked them over suggestively while lowering her leg back to the ground.

It had always been one of her deeper fantasies: being with two guys at once. The combination of Ava's tongue, her frenzied dancing, and frat boy's blood had her all worked up. She knew they were both adequate, and that they had probably been in this situation before; they would just be swapping one brunette for another.

"I know how you can help me," she reached and ran her fingers over their abdomens. "What do you say boys: are you up for a little fun?"

It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was insinuating; it was blatantly obvious when she squeezed them through their jeans.

Elena's tongue touched the back of her teeth when they exchanged a look. Her lips formed a pout as their heads shook in unison.

"It… it wouldn't be right," Damon pushed her wrist away.

"Now you're concerned about what's right?" Elena stepped back and put her hands on her hips.

"We're always thinking about what's best for you Elena," Stefan sighed.

"Maybe you should stop," Elena shifted back on her heels, "you've got no right to me, and no right to tell me how to live my life. I want what I want when I want it, and I'll take it."

"I'm not going to sleep with you when you don't have your humanity."

"But it's okay when I'm sired to you?"

"I didn't know about the bond then," Damon's lips quirked up in a smirk as his eyes glittered in the dark alley, "but I do now." He stepped forward and looked down into her dark eyes. "Turn it on Elena. I want you to turn it back on."

Elena's disbelieving eyes flickered from Damon to Stefan's expectant gaze.

"No," she scoffed, "clearly Jeremy didn't tell you. The sire bond was tied to my emotions, and no emotions mean no bond. My will is free again."

"Then turn it back on," Damon stepped back. "Turn it back on and we can finally be together."

"I don't want to be with you, Damon," Elena shook her head. "I thought my slap was clear; we are over. I don't love you…"

"You don't have emotions right now," Damon tried to reason with her.

"I don't love you," Elena looked him over slowly, "and I never did."

"You were coming on to both of us not two minutes ago," Stefan's eyes narrowed. There had to be some of Elena still in there; she had always been so compassionate. Her emotions couldn't have been buried too deep.

Elena turned her gaze to the younger brother and tilted her head. She had never thought of Stefan as stupid; he had a hero complex, but he wasn't stupid.

"I don't care about either of you," she leaned forward, met their eyes and enunciated clearly. "I don't care about anything, except my physical needs. I needed blood from him," she waved to the dumpster, "and now I need a hard fuck, the kind only a vampire can give me, and you've both proven to be adequate in the bedroom."

"No."

"Fine," Elena shrugged, "I'll go and find someone else; there are plenty of attractive men inside. Or maybe a girl again; that was fun."

She flashed them both a bored smirk before flashing inside.

"Now what?" Stefan turned to Damon when she was gone.

"Now we catch her," Damon grumbled, "and force her to flip the switch."

"We should have just said yes and broken her neck before anything happened."

"Let's just go and find the kitten before she kills anyone else," Damon pushed past him and walked from the alley.

"Kitten?"

"Katherine 2.0," Damon looked back over his shoulder, "baby Kat."

Stefan chuckled and followed his brother into the club.

"Calling her that might piss her off enough to turn it back on."

Elena tossed her head back into the wall. The vulgar graffiti created an urban background for her exposed upper body. She moaned and ground her hips. By pure chance Ava had still been in the bar; a quick scan had also revealed her other little plaything.

They were all in the cramped bathroom now.

Elena had shed her jacket and t-shirt after entering the stall and turned around to grasp Ava's hair. A moment of hard kissing passed before she pushed the girl to her knees. One of her hands was still holding a fistful of the lustrous red hair.

"Do you like watching Daniel?" Her eyes fell to his pants. "Do you enjoy watching Ava eat my pussy?"

He nodded. Elena could hear his pounding heart from his place by the door.

"Then show me how much you like it," she nodded to his zipper. Just when he pulled out his erection Ava buried her tongue in Elena's cunt.

Daniel began to jerk off to Elena's moans. He couldn't decide where to look: Elena's heaving breasts, her dripping cunt, or Ava's fingers that had found their way between her legs.

"Ava's a bit of an exhibitionist," Elena gasped. A coil began to tighten in her stomach. "But you knew that. She's totally getting off on you watching her do this, but do you know what's gonna push her over the edge?"

"No," he grunted. His orgasm was fast approaching.

"The knowledge that the door is unlocked," Elena bit her lip, "and that any moment now," she shuddered and held back her release, "it's…" her pulse slammed in her neck, "… going to… oh my…" she panted and pressed Ava closer. The busty red head had found her g-spot and was using her fingers to stimulate the soft tissue while sucking on her clit. "… burst… oh… mmm… Ava you're amazi…"

Elena's head fell back against the wall as her hand clasped the top of the stall. She heard the wood crack but didn't bother looking; instead she chose to ride out her orgasm against Ava's face while panting her name.

Daniel groaned and came with a guttural moan making a mess of Ava's neck and Elena's thighs.

Ava jerked back with a gasp when the door was ripped from the hinges and banged off the sink.

"Hmm," Damon tilted his head and clasped the shoulder of the man with his cock in hand, "that is hot," he nodded to Elena as she came down, "can't say I blame you for making a mess."

Daniel swallowed. His breath caught in his throat when Stefan came in and caught his chin.

"Leave now and forget what happened in here." Stefan released Elena's plaything and yanked the other one to her feet. He was a little gentler with Ava, but he still compelled her to leave and forget.

"Did you change your minds?" Elena panted and watched them go before settling her eyes on the brothers. She smirked when their eyes fell to her still open legs.

"Not exactly," Damon smirked.

Before Elena had a chance to react he flashed across the small space. She just heard the snap of her neck before her vision went black and she heard nothing.

"Let's not mention this to her brother," Stefan located her top and fitted her arms into the sleeves. "It's not the best look for his sister."

"How about the body in the dumpster?" Damon murmured.

"That either," Stefan located Elena's jacket. He wrestled her into the material and tossed Elena over his shoulder.

"Fine," Damon reached out and straightened her skirt until it reached as low as it would go. "Let's get her back to Mystic Falls."

A few people turned to look, but nobody stopped them from carrying the girl who'd overdone it from the club.

Do we all remember how they tried to get her emotions back on in the show? Because reasoning with her didn't work, as far as they were concerned.

The next chapter will have a time jump and maybe some flashbacks to how they've tried getting her emotions back on.

Keep an eye out for returning Originals in the coming chapters.

Right now the plan is no more than 10 chapters, and I've got a good idea for how it's going to end. My goal is to finish out most of my stories by the new year so only my really long haul fics will still be in production come January. That means FOUND, and THE BOND should be completed by the end of the year.

TABULA RASA is getting close to the end as well. I'm planning out all of the chapters for that now so when the break starts I can just write it and then I can start outlining the ELEJAH version of the story. Which will be a completely different story based around the same premise of Amara and Elena being twins in the first life, and Elijah has the role of the husband. If anyone was reading that story you might remember that the twins had another sister; she was just a child when everything happened, but she's going to play a bigger role in the ELEJAH version of the story. I need a name for the other version though and that's where I'm coming up blank.