Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while I've had finals and haven't been able to type up this chapter. As always hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the vampire diaries.
Sabes no dejo de pensar
Que estoy enamorado
Te quiero confesar
Que soy solo un esclavo
Que no sabe vivir sin ti
-sabes reik
I woke up on the couch, I stood up slowly. I knew what would happen I'd tell myself I wouldn't drink again and tomorrow I'd be at it again.
"You've been asleep for thirty minutes." Elijah said from the arm chair.
My eyes widened. "I was going to kill you." He said standing up.
"What stopped you?" I asked picking up the bottle of whiskey that was on the floor.
"You're not wearing your necklace." He said simply changing the subject, my hand reached to where the necklace once hung proudly.
"Yeah, it's gone." I said setting the bottle down on the bar.
"Where is it?" He asked taking unsure steps toward me. It was odd seeing Elijah unsure, everything he'd done had a point, everything led to something else.
I opened my mouth to tell him but no sound came out.
He let out a sigh, "you've been compelled." He said almost angrily. I tried to tell him something about the night I betrayed him but nothing came out.
"This is what happens when you don't wear the necklace." He said I felt my face turn red, but out of anger rather than embarrassment.
"Save your breath." He pulled my face close to his.
"Tell me everything." He said.
"Damon ripped it off. " I said finally loving the sound of my voice for once.
"Where is it?" He asked, still to the point, the old Elijah.
"At the lake house. The night I stabbed you Damon had to compel me, so he ripped the necklace off and threw it somewhere, I don't remember." I said.
"You were compelled?" He asked surprised.
"Of course, do you really think that I could do something like that to you on my own free will?" I asked, I was hurt, he thought I would purposely hurt him.
"The necklace isn't the reason I stopped. " he said choosing to be honest.
"Then why did you, I was ready to die, I deserved to, you shouldn't have stopped." I said and slumped in the chair.
"I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not after what you confessed to me." He said. I looked up at him; eyes wide.
"That's not possible, you were already dead, you weren't aware of anything." I said my breathing rose and he chuckled.
"I heard." He crossed the room and stood in front of me.
"Say it again. Please." He asked lifting my head so our eyes made contact.
"I love you." I said softly, I knew he heard. He smiled and kissed my lips softly. "I love you too." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and pulled him towards me, locking our lips together again.
The kiss was passionate, building, intense, I'd never kissed anyone this way before, but I liked it.
His arms snaked around my waist, pulling my closer.
His lips moved down to my neck. "Elijah." I moaned, he sucked on the area driving my insane.
I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to pull him closer.
He pushed me up against the wall, not breaking lip contact.
I pulled off his suit jacket and threw it somewhere on the floor. He pulled my shirt over my head and I ripped his shirt open. He trailed down my neck leaving butterfly kisses all over.
He threw me down to the couch and removed my pants.
I struggled with his belt and buttons.
I pulled his lips back up to meet mine. "Annabelle." He growled my name, I flipped us over and pulled off his pants roughly.
I nibbled on his earlobe. "Annabelle." He said as he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I knew I was blushing.
He held me by the waist, and I grinned into him he let gripped me tighter. I pulled down his underwear and he did the same to me. We lost ourselves in each other. Not giving a damn about anything but each other.
-/-\-
His fingers left burning sensations down my back as he drew a pattern.
We were laying on the living room floor, content just being together.
I laid on his chest loving the feeling of being in his arms.
I thought back to the first time he held me.
The blue halter dress was extremely short and dad was looking at me as if he wanted to say something against the plan and honestly, I wouldn't have minded.
"Well, you don't look half bad." Damon said walking into the room, dad turned to glare at him.
"Do you really mean that?" I asked sarcastically fluttering my eyes for extra effect.
It was Damon's turn to roll his eyes.
"It's too short Damon, I never even wear shorts!" I argued pulling the dress down.
"Quit complaining, you should be happy, it's your birthday." He said.
"And I'll cry if I want to." I said turning to look at my self in the mirror, my long black hair which I usually wore in a ponytail was up in an intricate design that Elena had done.
"And ruin your makeup!" Damon said gasping.
I got a pillow from his room and threw it at him. "I need a drink." Dad said and left the room.
"So what do you want for your birthday? You name it I'll get it." Damon said jumping on his bed.
"Another dress." I said.
"Nope, no can do." He said grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him.
"Why?" I asked trying to pull out of his grasp.
"Because, you look beautiful," he paused looking me over. "Meaning that you're the perfect bait." He continued letting go of my arm.
Way to ruin a moment dick, but then again that was Damon for you.
"Thanks for reminding me that I'm bait." I said angrily.
Seventeenth birthday and they were using the birthday girl as bait.
I put on the heels Elena had brought for me and walked downstairs.
I wasn't a klutz, my training had helped with balance and coordination meaning I was able to walk perfectly in the five inch stilettos.
Elena was waiting for me. "Told you you'd look nice." Elena said as I reached the final step.
"You ever make me wear a dress again, I'll kill you." I growled, she laughed.
"Oh come on Annabelle, you don't look bad, you look amazing, you look-" Damon walked down from the top the stairs. "Hot." He said and I picked up the vase from the small table and chucked it at him.
He caught it easily and set it back down on the table unharmed.
"Be careful with that, it's older than you." He said Elena caught my fist before I could shove it into his jaw.
"Time to go!" She said or practically dragging me out of the room leaving a smirking Damon behind.
If I'd really wanted it Damon would have died in that second.
The party was being held at the Lockwoods home, carol wanted me on the council considering that I was part of the founding families so they were playing kiss up.
"Annabelle, you look wonderful!" Carol said as I walked into the home. "Thank you, for everything!" I said being polite.
"It's no problem, anything for you sweetie, I have to go, you know giving you kids the house, have fun!" She said releasing me from idle chat and walking out the door.
The party was indoors and outdoors with mainly kids my age, there were a few older people but the cool ones, not the ones that would get mad if I took a shot.
I walked over to the bar, because honestly if I was going to survive the night I'd need a couple of these.
The bartender set the shot in front of me I was about to take it when dad came out of nowhere and took it from me.
"No drinking." He said the bartender set another down and I took it before Alaric could stop me. The tequila stung a bit but I didn't mind it.
I set the empty glass down and grinned at my dad.
"Annabelle-" he started.
"Give me a break, I'm the bait." I said and walked away.
I looked at the clock, eleven o'clock. I'd danced with a few people here and there but nothing.
"Damon, can't I just go home already?" I asked.
"No." He said defiantly.
"Damon, he's not coming obviously, if not he'd be here by now." I said sitting down next to him.
"Stop whining, we just need to play on his emotions." He said.
"Damon, he's a centuries old vampire, he has no emotions." I argued.
"That's what we thought about Katherine and look what you were able to do there, you made her cry." Damon said.
"Katherine was five hundred years old, Elijah's an original vampire, god only knows how old he is." I shot back.
"Get up." Damon ordered, picking me up when I didn't move on my own.
I pulled me to the dj and told him something and next thing I know I'm dancing to Spanish music with Damon. I knew the steps, mom had taught them to me before she died. The music called out to my blood begging me to follow the beat, pretty soon I was in control of the dance and Damon was following my lead. He spun me and I felt someone else's arms encircle my waist. I looked up to see Elijah, he took back control from me, leading me in spins and turns, who knew the old man could dance. The song ended and he pulled me outside away from anyone's gaze.
"You are a woman of many faces." He said, everyone always looked at me like I was a child, yet here was one of the oldest vampires calling me a woman; flattery maybe?
"I do what I have to do in order to blend in." I said smoothly not voicing my thoughts.
"To blend in or protect?" He asked coolly, he knew what he was doing, he chose his words, he was the type of man to pick his battles and I was caught in the middle of one.
"Both." I said honestly, there was no point in lying to the man, he would be able to tell in a second, vampire his age most likely knew all the tells in the world.
"I admire you for that Miss. Saltzman." He said pausing, our walk to sit by the pond. "I admire your loyalty to Miss. Gilbert, your honesty, your courage." I scrunched up my eyebrows, courage?
"Sitting in the dark with a man who could kill you in under a minute, yet you show no fear, your breathing is even and your heart rate normal, you don't fear me." It wasn't a question, he stated it, and it was true I didn't fear him, I'd been taught that death comes in it's own time, and until then we're in the drivers seat, we control our fate, us alone.
"My beliefs are different, you die when you die, you can't change when you're ready to die, it just happens. I've learned to accept anything that comes my way." I said looking at him, really looking, his eyes were a chocolate brown they could be warm and inviting if need be, he was a man of many faces too, I noticed. He thought things through, no rash decisions, he weighed the options, the pros and cons, the complete opposite of Damon who acted irrationally, and on a whim, Elijah was the opposite of me who'd been taught that the first instinct is correct, that if you didn't react fast enough you were dead.
"And very wise." He said he paused once more, choosing his words. "And to a very wise woman I have a proposition to offer. I will assist you in the protection of Elena, so long as you make sure she is safe from herself." He said.
"I already do that, why would I need your assistance?" I asked a bit irritated.
"Because I can protect the ones she loves all she wants, but the biggest variable is herself, she acts without thinking things through all the way. You help me gain an audience with her and I shall help you protect her, and when the time comes we shall end klaus together." He said not breaking eye contact.
For once I considered something, I knew I couldn't protect Elena all day everyday, maybe having some help wouldn't be a completely bad idea.
"Alright, I'll find a way to get her to see you, but until then I want to know your plan." I said eyeing him suspiciously, he nodded and smirked.
"Right this way." He said leading me out of the property.
His grip loosened from my waist and he stood up, I followed. "I'll be back in a little bit." He said putting on his pants. "I have some business to handle." He said I pulled the small blanket around me.
He looked me over, and I pouted slightly.
He chuckled. "I'll be back in about an hour, unless you want to come with me to visit Damon Salvatore." He teased pulling me to his bare chest.
"Not unless you'll let me kill him." I said burying my face in his toned chest.
"We can't hold grudges Annabelle." He said stroking my hair.
I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Says the vampire that's been hunting his brother for half a century." I said he chuckled and pulled my lips to his.
"Wait for me." He said buttoning his shirt.
"Always." I said pulling him back. He left me grinning as he walked out the door.
I gathered my clothing off the floor and put the couch back where it belonged.
Now that the room was back to normal I went up to my room to change. The staircase was huge, you had to admit my ancestors had style.
There were gold accents everywhere, the chandeliers, the borders, the candle holders. This place was ancient, family journals everywhere, books thrown about, those were from my research.
The room was dark and cool, even with the lights on, a queen sized bed was pushed up against the corner of the wall, next to the doors leading to the balcony. The wall above it was full of freestanding bookshelves, most of the books were spread on my floor. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a tank top from the drawer and slipped it over my head.
I turned the music up loud and let my mind wander as I picked up the runaway books.
A loud tap at the window brought me out of my thoughts, there he was, I didn't know how, I didn't know why but Klaus was on my balcony.