The Heinous Deeds

She smiled as her features returned to normal. She was in a drunken haze of pure ecstasy that she can hardly remember how she got there. Of course, that was hardly the truth, but it sure felt that way. As another lively form became lifeless on her arms, she let it go, and let it fall lifelessly on the wood paneled floor. She took a good look around, and smiled lopsidedly as she noticed that the lifeless body by her feet wasn't the only one around.

In fact, there were dozens of them…

And just when the flames by the fireplace began to dim down, she immediately went by it, got this journal from her coat's breast pocket, and threw it by the flames. With a feeling of delight, she watched it burn, and finally turn into ashes.

"That's just… terrible." Elena said breathily, as Stefan wrapped a protective arm around her. They saw it on the news. In some part of Chicago, there was this massacre that happened at a club downtown. The police was still investigating who had done it, yet no one knew. There were no witnesses whatsoever – which was strange to say the least. But as reports were done, the cameras accidentally went past the dead bodies, uncensored, so the people got to see them for real. And for some reason, Stefan quickly said that they're not all human. Some looked like vampires. "Are you sure that they're not all humans?" She asked.

"I'm positive," Stefan said in a serious look. He was looking at the screen with unblinking eyes. But then, he squeezed her shoulder and shifted in his seat. "And look," He pointed at the screen, so Elena looked.

"The police said that the victims were greatly injured… As if some kind of an animal was the one who attacked them." They heard the reporter say. Elena quickly looked at Stefan.

"Do you think it was Klaus?" She asked.

"I think" A familiar voice said, and they both know whose it was from. "That it was someone else…" Damon walked into the living room of Elena's house – obviously he just went in as he pleased – and stood by the couch, putting his arms across his chest.

"Katherine?" Stefan asked, giving Elena a look.

"Nope," Damon quickly said. "Guess again."

"Elizabeth," Elena said, now giving Damon a look.

"Ding ding ding!" Damon replied, raising a finger, and then pointing it at her. "We've got a winner." And he was about to say something else, until they were interrupted by the rapid knocking of the door. Elena and Stefan gave Damon a look, and so he rolled his eyes and knowing started turning away. "I'll get it." He mumbled. Elena turned to Stefan, and gave him a frown.

"Do you think Damon's right?" She asked. Stefan looked away, deep in thought. After a few silent moments, he nodded.

"The other vampires were killed as if they were humans. If a normal vampire or a human had killed them for good, then they would've ended up with stakes through their hearts." Stefan said. And before Elena can say anything else, they heard Damon say Katherine's name by the door. So she and Stefan quickly stood up and looked.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Damon asked in a cold tone. Yet, Katherine was already in before he can stop her. He growled under his breath in annoyance.

"I need your help." Katherine said, under her breath, and giving Damon a look.

"I wasn't exactly expecting that you'd pull a stunt like that," Klaus said as Elizabeth went into the living room. She was smiling, and looked at him.

"I don't think I know what you're talking about." She said, trying to hide her smile as she did so. Klaus only crossed his legs as he arched his eyebrows. It was the truth though, what he said. Never in his entire life had Elizabeth done such an atrocious thing that made him want to grin at her proudly. Yet, maybe he'd do that if only he was with her to witness it himself. Unfortunately he wasn't, so that is why he's looking for an explanation.

"Oh, don't try to hide it, dear," He said, waving his hand. "It's all over the news." He added as he stood up. "You are one heinous little thing." He then walked towards her as he gave her a proud smile, in which she only returned gratefully. He was about to give a kiss before she suddenly turned away and started taking off her coat.

"Yes, well… I'm quite tired." She suddenly said with a yawn. "I had a really long night." She turned to look at him, and pouted. Klaus looked at her warmly, and nodded.

"A long night, it was…" He said. "I'll be off to make the army." She smiled as she turned away to finally get to the stairs.

"You do that." She replied. "I know you have wanted it for such a long time already. You shouldn't waste any minute." Elizabeth then looked at him by the stairs, and he only smiled up at her.

"I'll see you tonight." He said.

"Yes, you will…" She said, and finally turned away to get to her room. And so, Klaus did not waste any time. He did as he was told, he went out of the house, and quickly got into the woods where the werewolves were currently making their transition.

Once the door was shut, Elizabeth looked at it without her smile. She couldn't care any less if Klaus was proud of her. She couldn't care any less if he hadn't witnessed how foul and awful of a creature she can be. As far as she was concerned, she's calling the shots now. And she's got them right where she wanted them – playing them on her fingertips. It was perfect. But to raise the stakes, she has one more thing to do.

She hadn't called Tom in days, yet, he did a few days ago, just when he got home from Chicago. He was absolutely furious that the apartment building he was living in burned down. Nobody was hurt, yes, but his things were there – the ones he had treasured. Sure, Elizabeth had done the deed, but she played the game. She acted as if she was deeply concerned for her good friend, even offered for him to live with her, but of course, he turned it down because he knew it was Klaus' home, and he absolutely despised Klaus more than anything. So she started asking questions, asking if he had other enemies that were planning revenge against him of some sort. And she knew after she asked, when he suddenly grew silent, that he thought of Katherine. But he immediately said that he doesn't have any enemies. There, Elizabeth secretly smiled on the other end of the phone as she listened to him. After that, he immediately said that he had to fix things, find a new apartment, et cetera, et cetera – she wasn't listening anymore because she had grown uninterested.

Elizabeth went into Esther's old room, where everything was still neatly in place. She went by the shelf where books and other things were. There, she found an empty vial – which is exactly what she needed. She then saw by the drawer, a small dagger, and so, she took it, pointed its pointy edge by the tip of her finger and pressed hard until blood spewed out. Immediately, she let her blood drip on the vial, trying not to make a mess, and making it full. Soon when it was finally full, and the wound she inflicted began to heal, she closed the vial, picked it up and looked at it closely.

Then, she smiled deviously.

"I was treated as if I was a puppet." Katherine exclaimed. "And now I know that Tom is after me…" She told them everything that had happened, when Tom hypnotized or compelled her back in New York, when Klaus compelled her too and threatened for her life again, and when Elizabeth came to confront her and compelled her to admit as if whatever's happened is entirely her fault. And even though she didn't want to exactly tell them, but she was desperate. She had to hide here, at the Gilbert's.

"You expect us to believe you?" Damon suddenly said, breaking the silence. She looked at him impatiently, and she saw that he had his arms over his chest, looking at her skeptically.

"And I knew that you wouldn't, because you trusted Elizabeth so much." Katherine bluntly replied, and gave him a faint smile. He rolled his eyes bitterly. She then continued to smile as she cleared her throat. "Well, it's fine if you don't believe me. But Elizabeth is dangerous – really dangerous. You should never trust her."

"And you're saying that we should believe you instead?" Stefan asked, this time, untrusting. He gazed at her seriously, and impatiently, as if he couldn't take all of what she was saying. She knew that she had had faults of her own, but she's doing this now because of the same reason: to save her life. "Why don't you just run away, like you always do?"

"Because like it or not, we're all involved." Katherine firmly replied, glaring at them. She then gave Damon a look and he only glared away as well. There, Katherine tried to hide a smile, in which she knew that what she had said was true. But then, she thought of what Stefan said as a good idea. She can run away again, but the truth was, she was tired of it. And like it or not, she did care for the brothers since she had once loved them as much as Elena had. Katherine then inhaled deeply and stood up. "But… I don't see why I can't run away again." She then started walking by the door. "Have fun in hell…" Katherine then looked at Damon. "Especially you, Damon."

And without another word, she was gone.

Just as Katherine was gone, silence dawned in the three of them.

Neither one of them realized how much Damon could be in danger especially with Elizabeth. In fact, Stefan felt that the three vampires, who were older than them and more powerful than they will ever be at the moment, were very dangerous that they felt as if there was a sudden chill of fear. The sun was still blazing outside, making the grass and leaves look greener. It radiated through the windows, and onto the floor.

And before anyone of them can even utter a word, Elena's phone started ringing. She immediately picked it up from her pocket, and then Stefan and Damon heard her answer. "Hey…" And on the other end, they heard Caroline.

"Hey, where are you?" Caroline asked with a laugh.

"I'm at home…" Elena said slowly. But before she can say anything else, Caroline obviously wasn't listening because she immediately interrupted her.

"Come over! Everyone's here!" Caroline said quickly with a laugh, that Elena knew she had a giant smile on her face. Elena looked at Stefan, trying to see if he approved. Of course, he couldn't possibly refuse. It was always for her to decide, and if that made her happy – in which he knew she would be – then it was okay. So, he gave a nod of understanding, and she did as well.

"Okay, I'll be there in a few." Elena said as she clicked off, and turned to them. "I'm sorry, but…" She looked at them apologetically.

"It's okay…" Stefan replied. "Just be careful." He added. And then he saw her look at Damon, who only shook his head in disapproval, and rolled his eyes away. Stefan and Elena knew that it was risky, but they couldn't just keep themselves hidden forever. Elena then gave Stefan a faint smile, and left. Damon quickly gave him a look, and Stefan only shrugged.

"Idiot," He heard Damon say under his breath as he finally turned away.

Elena knew that walking home would be really dangerous, but after a splendid afternoon with her friends, she felt as if she didn't care anymore. She remembered how perfectly safe Mystic Falls used to be, and it has been her home ever since she can remember. The feeling of being intoxicatingly happy made light and see the world in every beautiful way. For just a brief moment, she wanted to be happy. And all throughout the summer, they had experienced peace.

But of course, it didn't last.

She quickly brushed off that thought, and continued walking, breathing the sweet scent of nature as the air blew. In the back of her mind, she knew that she should call Stefan, tell him she was fine, and that she was walking home. In fact, she was just a few blocks away. Yet, she knew that nothing would happen in a beautiful afternoon like this. And so, she turned the corner, and noticed that a car was slowing down by the sidewalk near her.

"Elena," She heard someone call. So she looked at the car, and saw that it was a sleek black Porsche. The window was down, and a familiar face was smiling at her. "Just the person that I had been looking for," She heard her say. The happy intoxicated feeling suddenly deflated, and Elena knew that she was back to reality.

"What do you want?" Elena asked, swallowing her fear, and turned on a brave face.

"Just a couple of drinks at the manor," Elizabeth replied with a smile. "How about some wine?"

"Follow me…" She said to her, as they walked into the house. Elizabeth didn't exactly expect that Elena would quickly say yes. She figured that Elena would've protested, even just a little bit. Yet, that that made things easier for her, and she couldn't be any happier because she had Elena right where she wanted her to be in. So, she took her into the den where Klaus usually does his sketches, and she offered her a seat. But of course, she knew that Elena would be blown away by this room. Elena didn't sit down because she looked over at Klaus' paintings.

"I didn't know you could paint and draw…" Elena mumbled as she looked at them. Elizabeth only smiled as she gave her a look then went by the liquor table, to finally get the vintage wine.

"Oh, those aren't mine." She said. "Those are Nik's masterpieces."

"He's…"

"Very good, I know," Elizabeth finished for her as she looked at her then back at the bottle of wine as she opened it, and took two empty wine glasses afterwards. "Believe it or not, Nik does have a wild passion for art. And he has a very lovely taste for interior." Elizabeth poured some wine for the both of them, and looked at Elena, who was still gaping at the paintings and sketches. Elizabeth then hid a smile as she put out the vial, opened it, and poured them on Elena's designated glass.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but…" Elena said. "But I agree with you…" She quickly added. Elizabeth hid the empty vial, lifted the glasses, and turned with a friendly smile. She walked towards her, and offered her the glass where she had poured the contents of the vial, and Elena accepted it gratefully. Elizabeth saw that she sipped and turned back to the paintings. But, she wanted Elena to drink it all, and so she knew that she had to do something, like some sort of a toast to chug it all down.

"Do you like it?" Elizabeth asked. Elena turned and looked at her questioningly. She then smiled as she added, "The wine, I mean."

"Yes… It's sweet." She replied.

"It's a fifty year old wine," Elizabeth said matter-of-factly, arching her eyebrows as she said so. "Very expensive and rare," Elena nodded. Elizabeth then drew in a deep breath before she spoke again. "You know Elena; I want to apologize for not saving your life when you were strapped in that chair. And I do apologize for all the things that Nik had done to you." This time, she knew she got Elena's attention, because she was looking at her after she sipped on her glass. And so, that was her cue to continue on. "Nik just… he just doesn't know how to place his emotions. It is normal for a vampire to do so, since all of our emotions are heightened. And we're more terrible than a human. We can't hide it, we can't whisk it away, the emotions swirls inside us, and we burst into flames which leads us to do silly things that can hurt the ones we love… But most importantly ourselves." She added and looked at Elena afterwards, darting her gaze through her understanding eyes. And she can feel Elena's pity, she can see it in her eyes, and hear her thoughts. Elizabeth knew that she did not know what to think, and what to feel, but there was also one thing that Elizabeth knew, and that is Elena's guard was down. So, Elizabeth smiled faintly as she looked down, then up at her again. "I do hope you accept my apology… For the past, for now, and for the future…" She then raised her glass at Elena, and so, after a few moments of contemplating whether she would do a toast with her, Elena finally smiled faintly back at her, raised her glass towards her, and the glass clanked. Then both of them drank up, chugging all the wine down until the glass was completely empty.

Of course, Elizabeth was first to be done with the glass, and so she put it down by the nearby table, and reached for something else, all with her vampire speed. Once Elena was done chugging hers, Elizabeth was back on her original position, smiling warmly at her. And that smile, grew wider, and became menacing and evil as she quickly, with her vampire speed again, drove a dagger near Elena's heart. A gasp went out of Elena's mouth as they had gaped open, and her eyes were wide with shock. Elena tried to pull the dagger out, but it was down deep, and Elizabeth knew she can barely breathe anymore. And so, mercilessly, she twisted Elena's neck.

Then, Elena's body dropped on the floor, lifeless.

As she stared down at Elena, and a few silent moments dawned, there was something about a good kill that made her smile. But then, before she can rejoice, Elena's phone began to ring in her jeans' pocket. So, Elizabeth quickly reached for it, and saw that it was Damon. Without another moment of thought, she clicked to answer. "Hello Damon," She happily said.

"Elizabeth, where's Elena?" He quickly asked. Elizabeth smiled, even though he couldn't see.

"Oh she's here…" She replied. "But she doesn't want to talk to you…"

"What happened?" He asked, his voice growing irritated. And Elizabeth couldn't help but grin.

"Whatever do you mean?" She asked with her fake innocent voice.

"Elizabeth… I swear to god if you did something to her…" Damon's voice grew in annoyance. And that made her smile disappear.

"You bore me," Elizabeth shrugged as she put the phone away from her ear, and heard Damon still saying stuff angrily. She then clicked it off, and sat down on the couch, crossed her legs, and stared at the door as she began to wait.

Damon walked into the house, and called Elena. When there was no answer, he then called Elizabeth. But then, there was no answer again. The house looked empty, but he knew that it wasn't. He looked around, until he heard a tap, like it was a shoe or something. And quickly, he followed that sound using his vampire speed. He saw the French doors, and looked at it suspiciously. So, he followed his instincts, and before he can open the door, he heard the tap of the foot again. He then held the door and pushed them open. There, he saw Elizabeth and a dead body on the floor that he realized was familiar.

"Ah, just the one that I was waiting for…" Elizabeth said as she stood up, and smiled. He removed his eyes that were still wide in disbelief and in rage, from the body that lay on the floor and looked at her.

"What the…" He said under his breath. But then he felt like he was struck. "What did you do?!" He demanded, as he balled his fists in anger. He somehow tried to wait for Elizabeth to answer, but she only smiled, and so he immediately lunged forward, and attacked her. He was fast enough to get a hold of her neck and he strangled her, lifted her up in all his might. She struggled and held on his wrist tightly as she opened her mouth to try and breathe. Soon, she kicked him in the groin and he had to release her. She then pushed him, and he landed on the floor with a loud thud. He grunted in pain.

"Elena will live…" Elizabeth said her voice a bit hoarse because he knew that that choke somehow affected her. She was standing, and was about to walk towards him, before he leaped his legs up and made him land on his feet. "She has my blood in her system…" She added rather breathlessly. Damon scrounged his nose in disgust, as he immediately shifted his gaze, trying to find something he can use to hurt her.

"How dare you…" He said under his breath, and so, he lunged at her again, and kicked her. She grunted in pain, as he continued kicking her by her hip, then by the table beside her, he saw that there was a dagger, and so, he picked it up, crouched down and stabbed her by the shoulder. She drew in a breath of pain as Damon mercilessly pulled the dagger back out. She glared up at him as she breathed heavily. But then, with a sweep of her leg, he felt back, and let go of the dagger. She went to him and sat on top of him, grappling his neck, choking him, and he struggled completely as he saw the rage in her eyes and how cold they were. But he wasn't intimidated because he knew he matched her death glare. He then shifted his gaze around, trying to find the dagger, and saw that it was only a few inches away. Yet, it was far enough for his hand to reach. But he tried, he tried hard to reach for it as he struggled and grunted. Soon, he got it, and he was about to stab her again, before she caught his hand, and that caught her off guard. With a turn, Damon was on top of him now, and both of them were trying for the dagger. She twirled, and they rolled on the floor. Elizabeth then, with a smart move, leaped her legs, which tossed Damon and made him land by her head. Quickly, she got to her feet, and kicked off the dagger.

He looked up at her and saw that she was coming his way, glaring at him. Immediately, Damon rolled away and got to his feet. He saw that the stab he made on her was still spewing blood out, and she had to hold it as she gave a look that he had never seen. But he was too furious to even feel afraid. This time, she angrily lunged at him, revealing her vampire features as she growled. But before she can get his hands on him, he held her wrists, turned them around, and kicked her by the groin. And there, she went by the door, and landed by the foyer. He started going for her, but she was too fast. She was all of a sudden, behind him, and pushed him hard by the wall. The table that was on the display had hit him by the hip and by his groin that he grunted as the painting on the wall and a few figurines crashed and all became in disarray. With his shoulder and arm hitting the wall, it felt numb from the hard impact, and he felt his body slide down, and he was on the floor. She then turned over the table that seemed to block her way, which made the other figurines that were there shatter and fall over. Both of them were breathing heavily now, but they didn't seem to care because they both knew that none of them would stop unless the other would. And they both didn't want to since they were too furious – probably at each other, at the same time, at everything else.

Elizabeth grabbed his hair which made him get on his feet. Damon knew she could've killed him easily, and all this pain he's going through, he couldn't help but wonder. Once he got on his feet and was facing her, he immediately revealed his vampire features. She let go of his hair as he saw that she gave a smirk, and quickly slapped him with the back of her hand. His features returned to normal, and his cheek now felt numb as it turned pale, and now into a pinking red. This made him angrier than ever, and so he immediately faced her and revealed his vampire features then shouted at her with a low growl so menacing that he knew he could scare her. He lunged at her again, and bit her on that stabbed arm. He heard her shout in pain, as she immediately gave a blow with her knee to his stomach, which made him let go, place his hands on his stomach as he made a bow gesture, and accidentally ripped away her flesh. She shouted in pain again, as she quickly gave a kick up on his face, and that made him lean back. He landed on the wall. And knew he had a busted nose and lip as something wet dripped on them. Elizabeth growled as her vampire features still show and started choking him again, by the wall. He gave her a glare as he continued to struggle. "Kill… me…" His voice barely audible, "Go ahead… Nobody's stopping you." He continued to glare as her eyes focused on his, sharing the same look. Her features returned to normal, as her hold suddenly loosened a bit. She went closer to him, and even closer that for a moment, he felt panic rising in his throat. He swallowed that back as he bravely stared back at her. Their faces were only a few inches apart, and both of them can feel each other's breath – heavy and in pain. Then, she licked his chin up to his nose. He knew that it was his blood, and for some reason he felt relieved. Both of them had closed their eyes as that happened, and both of them opened them again at the same time.

He looked at her, and she looked back at him. Neither of them moved an inch. The fury was still there, all the emotions were. But now… They remained just there. Until Elizabeth looked down, and back at his icy blue eyes again. He realized that her hand wasn't on his neck anymore, her hand was on his shoulder, and the other was sliding down. Her fingers gracing through his V-neck shirt, and he could feel them through the fabric. At some point, he knew he should fight, and somehow she should too. But they just stopped. And it was just the strangest thing ever. He now felt her hand, sliding upwards under his shirt, her fingers gracing on his taut stomach. Now, Damon frowned. But, he couldn't help it any longer. The stare they both share was already too much. They weren't doing anything but that, and it was driving him mad. Then he found himself doing the strangest thing ever.

He pulled her closer to him by her hip, and he knew that Elizabeth was rather surprised. Neither of them could deny the fact that the anger that they had felt a while ago, turned into something different. And a few very short moments later, he kissed her. He kissed her on her luscious lips that he had always wanted to kiss every time he saw her. He had to admit that he couldn't forget that night in New York, and he knew at some point or another, she couldn't either. Their kiss turned into a deep, hungry, and passionate one that neither one of them could breathe. There was so much desire that it was as if they were hungry. But, there was something with Damon that he felt as if he was the one hungrier. He quickly fumbled on her leather jacket, and took it off without removing his lips from her. Afterwards, he unzipped her dress at the back, and so Elizabeth had to pull away to help him. Both of them were breathless, as she let him take the dress off, and there, he saw her with only her undergarments. But before he can stare longer, she immediately kissed him again, and his hands graced down on the low of her back, feeling her soft skin under his palms. She then kissed him on his chin, and he started talking off his leather jacket as he felt her hand under his shirt. Soon, she ripped his shirt open, and he took it off. He pulled her closer, as if there should be no space and air between them, and he turned them around. Elizabeth was the one by the wall, and she placed her hand at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, pressing their bodies against each other.

Damon knew that the desire was too strong for the both of them, and now this was the price to pay. But they didn't really care. It was so intense that it was as if they were the only ones in this world. He lifted her up, as he kissed her neck, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He then licked her up to her chin, and heard her let out a gasp, as his lips landed back on her lips and they were entangled in a hungry kiss again. He started taking off what was left of what she was wearing, and then he started tasting every inch of her body like biting on her arm, and licking her collarbone. Every bit of it. But then, it was her turn to and both of them were naked. Just like what he did, she tasted every inch of his body and both of them were having more intense desire for each other, it was insane. Her lips landed on his neck, and he knew she needed it. She needed it badly and he wanted to feel it badly – the intoxicating ecstasies of letting her drink his blood. Soon, with a small pinch, she had already dug her fangs and started drinking. And there, he felt it, and his canines suddenly grew. He knew just what he had to do when she pulled away; he dug his fangs and drank on her too. Afterwards, he knew it was time. So, he slid into her and both of them let out a gasp. But, both of them wanted more, and so he did again and again, until both of them can hardly breathe and they shook which made Elizabeth hold on to him for her dear life.

They were both on the floor, with all the disarray and such, and Elizabeth was in his arms. He opened his eyes, and there she was staring through the ceiling. He turned his head, so that he can smell her hair. Their wounds were starting to heal, and so are their other injuries. "You should hate me…" Elizabeth whispered that if Damon wasn't a vampire, he wouldn't able to hear it. Fortunately, both of them were. "I am turning your precious Elena," She looked up at him, "Into the most monstrous creature in this world." Damon only kept silent. As much as he should say something and be angry (because she was right, he should be right now, and they shouldn't have done such thing), he wasn't. Instead, he laid there with her, holding her into his arms, their naked bodies pressed together on this floor by the foyer, in Klaus' home. "You love her… there's nothing to deny about that." She added, her voice growing more soft and inaudible. But then, he frowned.

"I don't, actually…" He replied as he stared straight through the ceiling. She gave an air laugh that was weak and Damon brushed it off. "She chose Stefan…" He said. "It's always gonna be him. And I have learned to accept that." Elizabeth got up on her elbow and looked at him. She put a hand on his cheek and made him look at her. Her eyes were soft that it was as if the one he saw earlier was just an illusion – a distant memory of some sort. It's funny how that felt as if it was long time ago. She then kissed him on his cheek bone, then on his cheek, down to his jawline, and on his cheek that he couldn't help but say, "Kiss me," with his hoarse voice. She looked at his icy blue eyes, and he looked back at her deep green ones. Then, she kissed him, a short yet very sweet one.

"I like you better than Stefan, Damon." She said her voice low and silky with that accent of hers. And there was something about the way she had said his name that made him feel like there was an electric shock through this body. He pulled her closer, and kissed her.

"Say my name…" He whispered.

"Damon," She replied, breathily.

"Say it again," He whispered.

"Damon," She repeated. And before he can ask her to say his name again, she said it again and again the same way she said it first. After a few silent moments, she continued, "And I despise you, I loathe you, soooo much, that I feel this hungry desire for you." Damon managed to smirk and looked at her knowingly.

"And I feel same…" He replied. "But don't take that as a big deal." He looked at her warningly. Elizabeth smiled and shook her head.

"I won't, if you don't." She gave him a look that made him smile. He then kissed her forehead and then on her lips.

"I won't." He said, but then he leaned close to whisper something to her ear. "But... You're mine."

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