Reading often made Bonnie think of the bigger picture. It made her focus on more than just her small almost microscopic town. While she read she could develop movies so realistic she could almost disappear in.

The thing about life is, when you do something stupid it cost you something in return. In books the hero's can make as many mistakes as they please. In stories the good guys win and they put everything back in place so the mistakes made don't necessarily matter. In real life, you cross the street without looking you get hit by a car, and it's no ones fault but yours. If you fall from a tree you break bones.

Plus only in stories can a lie be truer than the truth, which is why stories get written. And without warning her thoughts turned to Elijah. They often did that when she was alone. She wondered how many stories he had to share, and in what detail he remembered them.

"Elijah," she said his name slowly, echoing in the silence of her room.

"Thinking about me?"

Bonnie flinched at the sudden unexpected voice, sitting straighter she glared at him instantly. "What are you doing here?"

Elijah inhaled deeply,"Bonnie if you will, could you please find another question. That one has lost it's appeal."

Bonnie didn't respond, instead she closed her emerald eyes and fell back into the comfort of her bed. Bonnie could hear him moving about her room, rummaging. She didn't mind too much, well that is until she heard the shake of her prescription anti- depressants.

Sitting up quickly, completely appalled as Elijah studied the bottle. His face was neutral and calm, Bonnie felt her stomach shift uncomfortably and her throat go dry. She quickly bounded up and pried the small container out of his hand, shoving it into her dresser.

Shame and embarrassment filled her. And soon anger followed, almost like a constant bodyguard."You need to leave."

Elijah stayed silent for a moment before speaking."Did the appearance of supernatural cause this?"his face was stoic and unreadable. But his eyes exposed true guilt and disgust with himself.

Bonnie didn't answer, she just couldn't.

"Bonnie-"

"Stop," Bonnie hissed coldly, her eyes shooting deadly streams of fire and violence." Don't act like you know anything about me, Elijah."

"Does anyone know about this?" Elijah asked, wiping away tears she didn't know where there. Her lips begin to tremble and the world felt like it was closing in. And the absolute worst part about this, she was completely fine a moment ago.

"Why would it matter? I'm just the resident witch, right? Go away, Elijah. Go clean up after your siblings or do something productive like kill the rest of my family," and she was physically cold. It was like everything had a shadow covering it and nothing seemed remotely happy.

"What's it like?" Elijah asked, which was odd. She just insulted him and he was asking her to describe what being depressed was like.

"The sun stopped shinning for me, is all. The whole story is that I am sad. I am always sad, and at times the sadness gets so heavy I can't bother to fight against it."

Elijah stayed silent. Slowly edging closer to her,"Then there's times where you don't feel anything at all, and you convince yourself you're fine when everyone around you knows you're drowning. And you think... You think for a half of a second what's the point of living? And then you shove it down because people count on you, and thinking that is more than selfish."

Bonnie swallowed harshly, severely shaken at his admission."Bonnie, the medication won't help. Depression is more complicated then any pill a mortal could invent."

"How?"Bonnie asked in a hushed tone," how do you know so well?"

"I have lived for a millennium, when I first became immortal I didn't realize that you put yourself through more and more with every passing year. I have been depressed before and I have gotten over it. So have all of my siblings."

Bonnie frowned," You don't get over depression, Elijah."

"That's why we have emotion switches."

He calmly removed his suit jacket and his cuff links ever so gently, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. Exposing the tonned muscle of his arms. Undoing a couple of buttons he sat on her bed, more relaxed yet still alert.

"What are you doing?"

"You didn't really believe I would leave after I brought this on?"

Bonnie nodded awkwardly, her lips pursed.

Elijah chuckled lightly," And give you more reason to find me as a discomfort?"

At his words Bonnie felt a surge of guilt overfill her."You're not a discomfort. Not completely."Bonnie spoke lightly and noncommittal, to make it seem less serious than her words. She sat beside him, blushing as their thighs touched and a warmness erupted in her lower stomach.

"Tell me a story if you're going to stay."

Elijah raised an eyebrow,"What kind of story?"

"One with anything you can imagine. Anger, hatred, love, violence, sex, pain, romance, passion, just anything."

"Sex?" Elijah repeated, and Bonnie flushed. Laying down on the bed, she motioned for Elijah to follow her movements. The bed was small and they had no choice but to be close to each other as they laid, and that bothered Bonnie less than she imagined.

"Funny that's the only word you noticed."

"I noticed the others, however sex seemed the most...surprising coming from you," Elijah admitted loosely. Bonnie's eyes raked over his features and she hated him for being so handsome.

"Why?" Bonnie asked lightly, her lips curved into a devious smile.

"Because you're very private. You only speak of such matters in whispered voices and would only share them with a select few," Elijah noted casually.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

At her abrasive attitude, Elijah chuckled." I apologize if I have offended you, Bonnie. I know you think, perhaps overthink, and you often restrain yourself from saying which you please. But I have envisioned that when you lie with your lover, you would be uncensored and uncut. That everything closed off would reopen in the most erotic ways. Whoever you choose to lay with would be the envy of every man around."

Bonnie knew he could smell her arousal, yet she couldn't force herself to care. The way he spoke so gently yet with a primal roughness hidden around the edges, his large hand delicately stroking her cheek as he stared deeply into her eyes.

"So how about that story?" Bonnie asked, her voice husky and seductive.

Elijah leaned forward until his forehead rested against hers. Everything felt so comfortable in a way she was unaccustomed to.

"The sky was tragically dark, a graveyard for the stars that resided in it, and there she stood. Beneath them so utterly unaware. Her eyes green, the kind of green that pushed itself through the piles of gritty snow to remind you spring was coming. Matching the grass expertly, even holding flecks of brown which resembled soil. She was effortlessly beautiful, ethereal in a way women around her weren't. Exotic and sensual. Her skin a honeyed hue, that pulled jealousy out of those around her."

Bonnie closed her eyes at the gentle lull of his voice but refrained from falling asleep. Bonnie knew he was describing her, wondering if he really saw her as so.

"She had the body of a succubus and the face of an angel, it was an interesting combination to have a little bit of devil in her angel eyes. And he watched her, from the shadows. The white dress she wore timelessly beautiful. He watched her memorizing and commiting every detail of her to memory."

Unexpectedly his hand drifted to her hip, lifting her shirt subtly as he rested his hand on her bare skin. Her body stiffened with need as she placed her hand on his chest with the intent to push him away, but instead left it there.

"He loved her in the only way he knew how, like an addict loved his addiction. And when she stood so unaware to his presence and her own beauty, he couldn't help exposing himself. And she reacted by attacking him, unhinged at his very presence. You see, this women had a power that was unmatchable. From a powerful lineage, born to be amazing."

Bonnie snuggled as close to him as physically possible and Elijah wrapped his arms around her in turn. Placing a soothing kiss on her forehead, while he breathed in her scent.

"This girl sounds amazing."

"She is, flawless for her flaws," his voice was serious and full of sincerity. A truth that left her chest heaving as she struggled to get ahold of her own feelings.

Bonnie wasn't sure what came over her when she pressed her lips to his. Part of her hoped he would push her away, decline her advances, but he didn't. His breathing quickened as did hers, her limp body shaking uncontrollably. She urged herself to pull away, but she couldn't. Not when his warm, soft lips hovered over hers in such a way.

She pulled back quickly before his lips could completely take hers. Elijah's expression serious and controlled, driving Bonnie crazy. His eyes filled with a twinkle that she adored. He didn't wait for her to pull away and freak out like she surely would, instead he covered her lips with his, savoring her flavor.

His tounge moved expertly, scavenging her mouth with the vigor of a surpressed man. Somehow Elijah's body found it's way on top of her, he carefully made sure he didn't apply to much weight on her. Bonnie's legs instantly wrapped around him, and her arms around his neck as she clung to his form. She started grinding shamelessly against the original when his lips fell to her neck, leaving multiple love bites and hickeys.

"What the hell?" A voice hissed, causing Bonnie and Elijah to break apart. In the doorway stood Jeremy, a mask of betrayal and anger covering his face.

Elijah sat up, his hair messy yet somehow still perfect, his breath completely even. Bonnie followed his lead, her lips swollen from Elijah's ravaging.

He looked completely calm under Jeremy's glare, not nervous at being caught in such a lustful position. Bonnie kept her eyes downwards on the sheets of her bed, because she couldn't take Jeremy's scrutinizing gaze.

"What did you do to her?" Jeremy demanded, his eyes focused on Elijah.

Elijah chuckled and boredly adjusted his tie, not even a little imtidated by the younger Gilbert's display. "I assure you it was nothing Bonnie didn't enjoy," Elijah said with a little smirk.

"Bonnie how could you do something so stupid?" Jeremy said disgusted, storming over to the bed he gripped her thin arm and ripped her off the bed. Bonnie tried pulling away, but physically he was just stronger, and using her magic on him felt wrong.

"Mr. Gilbert, I suggest removing your hands from her body, and if it would not be too much of a discomfort, take a few steps away from the lovely Bonnie." Elijah wasn't asking, even if his sentence was posed as that of a question. The darkness hovering in his sepia eyes made Bonnie realize Elijah was still as dangerous as any of his siblings, he just hid it better. His voice was the epitome of polite and cordial, and perhaps thats what made him so scary. Elijah stood to full height, towering over both Jeremy and Bonnie.

Elijah held a certain aura of authority that demanded respect and nothing less, so Jeremy could hate him all he pleased, but overall he would respect Elijah.

Jeremy swallowed thickly, regarding Elijah with hateful eyes. Turning on his heel he moved toward the door, shooting Bonnie a detached look. At his hesitation, Elijah spoke,"Don't worry Mr. Gilbert, Bonnie is in very capable hands."