So here is the next chapter. Thanks a lot to everyone who read and reviewed my story. You guys inspire me to write. I don't own Vampire Diaries.
Chapter two
Elijah Mikaelson was bored. The same repetitive routine of attending parties and balls with brainless companions was getting tiresome. It wasn't as if the sex wasn't great. But there was only a limit till a man of his calibre was capable of trading a good conversation with a smashing blow job.
His current date, Celeste Warbeck was one of those malnourished beauties that were in huge demand for showcasing clothes. The woman may be an airhead but she gave a good head. Hey he was a guy; he appreciated a good blow job as any bloke.
As far as he could see, the eager mamas of society were out in full force with their equally determined daughters. It seemed being ninth in the line of succession to the Danish throne increased his allure to marriage minded mamas. Even the presence of Celeste couldn't deter or dampen their spirits.
He enjoyed his business, loved making money, and liked donating a sizable amount to the charity but this was the part Elijah Mikaelson hated with gusto. It seemed after marriage of his younger brother Klaus, the Duke of Schleswig with Lady Caroline and engagement announcement of his youngest brother Kol, the Duke of Holstein with his English sweetheart Miss Bonnie Bennett had made him the prime target marriage material in these parties. After all Finn was dead and Rebekah was heaven knew where. God, he hated his family for doing this to him.
He could see the commemoration of new money, old money, no money and fortune hunters beneath this roof. Lockwood's were famous for their eclectic guest list. For instance he could see John and Isobel Gilbert looking as if they would rather be anywhere else than here. They were conversing with Marcel and Camille Gerard, fairly new money if he said so himself.
There was nothing of interest in here but he was still here. Well that went along with the territory. Being a Prince wasn't a very relaxing job in the world. There were lot of formalities to fulfil, a considerable number of obligations to behold. And his friend Damon was absent from this rather dull affair which was another let down. The antics of Damon Salvatore, Grand Duke of Luxemburg were one of the things that made this pretentious shit bearable.
"Elijah I want to dance." Celeste pouted.
She looked rather duckish when she was giving this particular expression. Recently all her expressions were turning him off.
"I am not interested, go find a partner if it's that important for you to dance." He replied tonelessly.
She shut up murmuring something obscene about the princes and their moods. Really couldn't this woman get a hint? He wasn't interested right now. In fact he won't be interested in dancing even when Angelina Jolie herself came and did a nude ballet.
That was before he saw her.
All thoughts of dance, kingdom, boring parties flew out of his mind when his eyes landed on her. She was a babe, he thought in appreciation.
Clad in black from head to toe, she glaringly defied the dress code for the party. Her black full length evening gown draped her body and gracefully showcased her curves. The lace that formed her quarter length sleeves gave a tantalizing glimpse of flesh. Since when was Elijah Mikaelson attracted to a woman who was showing less skin and more clothes? Her blood red nails matched the plump, pillowy lips that looked enticing and Elijah grew a little uncomfortable down his pants imagining the better use of those lips. Her face was covered with a masquerade mask, something that added to her allure. Dark eyes scanned from behind that screen that hid her identity. With her dark hair piled up on her head with few curls escaping, she was his succubus incarnate.
"Where are you going Elijah?" Celeste's whining broke his glazed mooning and he registered that he was already standing. No pun intended.
"I owe someone a dance." He murmured distractedly not noticing the frown on Celeste's face.
She felt suffocated here. This kind of thing wasn't her scene. Grazing your elbows with rich and famous had never been on her to-do list but here she was.
All these people here weren't the kind she associated herself with.
She looked around in search of bar. She needed couple of vodka martinis in her to pull her shit together. If it weren't for family she would never have come here but you did bizarre things for family.
"Could I have this dance?"
Holy shit, holy shit, it was the playboy prince. She didn't know why the hell he had set his sights on her but she wasn't going to be another notch in his bed post. She wasn't going to be another of his successful conquests. Single heartbreak was enough for this lifetime; she didn't need to add another major one in her resume.
"No, you may not."
He caught her hands in his and pulled her body close.
"It wasn't a question," was his arrogant murmur.
They swayed with the music. His movements were almost hypnotic. She wanted to smash his arrogance to dust but she needed to remember that the similar kind of thinking had made her fall in love with the wrong man and she still was picking up the pieces of her broken heart.
"Are you always this high handed your highness?"
"Only when it involves unwilling beautiful women." He replied smoothly.
"And how do you know I am beautiful your highness? I might be wearing the mask to conceal my imperfections?" her serious tone had desired effect and he looked a bit unsure till the sound of first giggle made past her lips.
"You should've seen your face your highness, you looked ready to bolt. It seems aristocracy still looks up to its traditional definition of beauty."
What was about this woman? She sounded so familiar as if he knew her but that was impossible. If he had ever known this ethereal creature he would have remembered her. What was about her that attracted him? It was the second time he was hard over the prospect of some woman he hadn't even seen, well properly seen in this case. No one would have dared to talk with him like this, well not anyone who knew him. But this woman, she knew him and still she dared. Incredible.
"I wasn't ready to run. I was just thinking of the ways I could get this off you. Do you like to fuck while wearing it? Sounds kinky."
"Well that is something you won't find out." She laughed.
The music was coming to an end and he could already feel her bidding her time for her escape. This brought Elijah to a situation where he didn't want to let her go. For fucks sake, he was picturing her naked, riding him with all that hair a curtain around their faces and he didn't even know her name.
There was no music and he realized she wasn't in his arms anymore. He could see her reaching towards the door. He rushed after her. He didn't care about anyone who saw him running like a love struck puppy behind her.
"Could I at least have your name?" he panted.
She paused for a moment, thinking about what to tell him. The fact that she was even hesitating before telling him her name was ridiculous.
"Good night your highness and moan Amara while you visualize me and jack off." She left a speechless and stunned his highness Elijah Mikaelson in her wake..
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-Eos