NOTE: I hadn't planned on extending this story but I found myself getting attached to Dark!Elijah. This part ends on a bit of a cliffhanger but there will be another 1-2 chapters.
NOTE 2: This story jumps around a bit (POV & time wise). Elijah has a few flashbacks.
"What would you like Elijah?"
Elena Gilbert is much more interesting as a vampire. Before being turned, she was on the path to sweater sets & PTA meetings. Rebekah did her a favor when she forced her to a watery grave. Not that Elijah would ever appreciate that observation.
"Yes, I can abide by those terms."
She didn't waver...not for a minute. Such blind acceptance...he'd be impressed if he thought she understood. Elijah wants Elena but it's Katerina's body he'll be expecting to deliver the little kink fest.
Minus the identity of the meal, this was exactly what he'd expected to find when he went searching for Kol. Why would Katerina brave the lion's den for a quick fumble with his brother? Over fifteen hundred years of experience between them...they should've noticed his presence by now. Watching them writhe against the wall...her heels slicing his brother's back...
One night - long enough to lose a brother...long enough to lose Elena. Tatia...Katerina...Elena - the same face...the same body. The sun has yet to rise. There's still time. Katerina is a practical creature. She'll accommodate them both. He'll make sure of it. That same face...that same body - jealousy colors his vision as he watches Kol devour her sex.
"Kol...can I?..." He's never heard Katerina sound so considerate. He needs more than the face and the body. He needs those words...that voice. If Katerina values her existence, her performance will be Oscar-worthy.
"Hell yes...take it!...suck me!"
"You were supposed to be out of town by now. A detour between Katerina's thighs wasn't part of the deal, Kol." They jump apart...two teenagers caught fogging the windows of a Chevy.
"I wasn't going to turn down a free meal." An obvious lie. Katerina doesn't work for free. Though the comment obviously chafes, she doesn't bother to contradict it. Why is she following Kol's lead?
He's curious as to what she's hiding. Kol should be thankful that the majority of his attention is focused on her performance. "What about you, Katerina ...such a sweet request for my brother's blood? When did you become so polite?" She shouldn't have even bothered to ask. If she'd waited a few more minutes, Kol would've been begging for her fangs.
"I'll just be on my way." That has to be the most naive sentence to ever spring from Katerina's lips. Has she forgotten that he owes her a gruesome death? If she won't give him Elena, her blood will have to suffice - all of it.
"Let it fall, Katerina!" No, he won't settle for the blood. She's shaking - just like Elena...
Stained sweater. Pink lips. Ethereally beautiful...so seemingly fragile. Just a baby girl...her surrender guaranteed. He'd never been more wrong. The change was instantaneous - from girl to woman - once the grenade hit his face. She was curved against the wall...flushed ...amazed. He licked his lips. She'd attacked him...her blood would heal him. It was the least she could do. Then he thought of that worn couch - so close. Even then, he had wanted more than her blood. What was the most she could do?
With Katerina, there is no doubt. Any command...any pleasure - nothing denied. She's anyone's meat - for a price. "Are you interested in amnesty?"
"What would you like Elijah?" What he would like is to be having this conversation with Elena. What he would like is the opportunity to prove that he's far superior to Stefan Salvatore.
He knew that there was a strong possibility that he'd be greeted with suspicion...maybe even hatred. He should feel elated by her response. She still trusts him...is still willing to deal. The putrefied wound - created from his recent absence - even her tacit forgiveness isn't enough to cleanse it. Having received a small taste of what it feels like to leave her...his old blood - bleeding black. He can celebrate her life but he can't celebrate his absence from it.
Stefan flinches when he hears the pointed comment. Elena's children (the ones they'll never be able to give her) - a possibility he willfully ignores. Both Salvatores are hoping for a different future. Does Stefan understand that the rules would change if Elena ever turns? This emotionally stunted boy - Elena would eventually outgrow him. If Elena was a vampire, he would take immense satisfaction in seducing her away from Stefan.
"I want a night with Elena's body. I also require your assurance that you will never hurt her or anyone she loves. Are you willing to abide by those terms?" It's the only protection he can still offer. Once she accepts, he'll place his own seal on the agreement. At the end of the night, he'll compel Katerina to forget everything (and everyone) associated with Mystic Falls.
"Yes, I can abide by those terms."
His laughter mocks her claim. "Do you think I want the devoted sister...the loyal friend? I want to fuck the girl who shoved a dagger through my heart."
That memory doesn't evoke the emotions that it should ...it never has. There have been times when she's touched herself...remembering the way it felt to penetrate his chest with her blade. Her head cradled so gently...pressed so close together...his gasp of shock - like a virgin with a torn hymen. It was devastatingly intimate...horrifying and beautiful. In that moment, she thinks she might've fallen a little in love with Elijah...or death. She's never been able to make the distinction.
It's easy to forget just how fast Elijah is capable of moving. Gone is the suave gentleman. He uses one arm to lift her up...a chain around her waist. He uses his thumb to pry open her mouth. He's daring her to bite him.
His lips move to her ear. Soft, menacing whispers..."I want you to blush when you take me into your mouth. I want you to tremble as we share blood. Will you do that, Katerina...can you do that?"
"Yes." ...trembling...blushing - both are old hat.
"Will you show me what you like?"
He offers a husky, appreciative chuckle. "Already in character, I see. Excellent. Kol, please take Elena upstairs for her costume change."
She looks completely lost in that sea of fabric.
"Why are they all different sizes?"
"It's a bizarre hobby of Rebekah's. She collects the clothing from our...conquests." Damn, too long of a pause.
She looks like she's about to hurl. Yep, definitely too long of a pause.
"Isn't it bad enough that you murder them? Do you really need to scavenge from them too?"
"Waste not, want not."
"Is there even an ounce of kindness left in you?" All that righteous indignation ...it would be cute if she was entitled to it.
"Do you have any idea how many vampires exist in the world? A confused shake of the head. She doesn't see the axe about to fall.
"Neither do I. Lets just say conservatively that there are a thousand vampires on the planet. Still with me?" He waits for the nod.
"Who has the moral high ground, the vampire who chooses to kill a thousand humans or the human who chooses to kill a thousand vampires - barring the few that she loves?"
He watches her chew on it. A curt nod "You're right. I'm not in any position to judge. I knew it was wrong when I agreed to..."
"Stop! I'm not your father confessor. I just wanted you to skip the lecture. Our time should be put to better use." Why does she look so annoyed?
"Are you suggesting that we have sex while your brother waits downstairs for his own turn?" That explains the look. That actually wasn't what he was suggesting but once you put an idea into a lad's head...
"I thought we should discuss our battle strategy but I like your idea much better."
He's too fast...everything is too fast. He strips her down to her red lace and then perches her on the edge of the bed. As he forces her legs open, she finds her voice. "I'm not having sex with you!"
He doesn't bother to respond. He just grinds against those tiny panties. He knows he could change her mind...if he had the time to go down on her again...
He'd almost forgotten that she was a vampire. When he goes to unzip his pants, she uses the distraction to push him back - hard. She makes it off the bed but not much farther. He enjoys the wrestling match. Her squirming is doing wonderful things for his cock. Such soft skin...nothing but lace panties and heels...
"Third base...help me keep my word." It's a threat. He forces her hand onto his cock. "Keep your word, Elena."
They are taking too long. He is too impatient...for her. The first time will be hard and fast. He'll need to take the edge off before he can indulge in some of his more elaborate fantasies.
She (gratefully) accepts the lesser of two evils. She had been worried that he would force the issue. She's too horny to hold out for long. It isn't the thought of having sex with Kol that really disturbs her (not anymore). She knows that Elijah is going to want much more from her. Maybe that's the problem. Now that Elijah is here, she only wants much more with him.
She's only made (bare skin) contact with two men (now three) but she wonders if this response is universal - that first jerk of the hips. He closes his eyes. She never would've expected that - not from Kol. It's almost sweet...unless...
"Are you thinking of someone else?" Her voice is just curious...no sign of offense. Is she bloody serious?
"Fuck, no!" He loves that she didn't stop moving her hand...even when asking that incredibly stupid question.
Her hand is trapped between their bodies but she doesn't care about the loss of circulation. His own hands haven't left her breasts...not since he realized that she would keep her word. That look of intense concentration...she's struck by his resemblance to Elijah. A younger, (maybe human) Elijah...one with limited sexual experience. It's an appealing illusion - being the first (maybe the only) woman to ever touch Elijah. She'll never be Elijah's first (anything).
He stays on the floor as she walks to the closet. She chooses the purple dress. She had thought it was pretty until she realized that someone had died in it. She supposes it doesn't matter anymore. They're all dead.
"Elijah is very literal. The curtain call will be at dawn."
"I didn't wear a watch. How long..."
"Seven hours and twenty-three minutes." They both turn at the sound of Elijah's voice.
Her choice is perfect - lavender silk. It makes her skin glow and his mouth water.
Time for the ground rules. "Kol, you can stay for now. However, there will come a point when you'll be expected to leave."
"Do you have any idea when that will be?" His baby brother - always so easily amused.
"When I tell you to get out." Even Kol shouldn't be able to misinterpret that answer.
He can't wait any longer. He knows she's startled when he suddenly appears in front of her. This time, he's gentle when he curves his hand around her neck. This time, she doesn't need to be compelled.
He's going to taste everything. He holds her steady as his fangs drag across her neck. A shallow cut...his tongue follows the path. Her blood tastes rich and tart...a hint of something familiar. Her blood...
his blood.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? !" His brother is practically foaming at the mouth. His hold - unbreakable.
"Elijah?" She's frightened. She doesn't understand. Neither does he. What the hell went wrong? Elijah hadn't even kissed her yet...just a little blood play...
FUCK! He can't believe he made such a rookie mistake. She just turned. The blood of her sire...her line...it's still present in her system. Elijah tasted it. Worse - Elijah recognized it. Elijah didn't sire Katerina's line.
FYI, I fast forward through about 95% of TVD. I'm bound to mess up certain details. For instance, I have no idea if Elijah could actually do what I proposed re: compel Katerina to forget everything. In regards to him being able to taste the bloodline, my head canon explains that it's only possible 24 - 48 hours post-turning. That's why it's never been brought up on the show...really! :D