Chapter ten

The Grimoire

"Why would Esther want your help to kill my family?" Elijah asked, his tone almost business-like, like his mother hadn't just tried to recruit the woman he had slept with to kill him and his family.

"Because she needs something from me, something of my mother's. Her Grimoire. That's why she invited me to that ball, to get that Grimoire from me, along with some herbs," Kassandra explained, already thinking of every painful method she knew of how to kill someone. She hated Esther before, but now she wanted her dead.

Elijah's eyes widened ever so slightly when he realized why his mother wanted that spell book. There was a spell in there, a spell Gabriella must've written, that would kill him and his siblings. And Esther wanted it.

"Where is it?" Elijah all but demanded from Kassandra. "Where is the Grimoire?"

She shrugged, but her eyebrows rose slightly. "I don't know. I don't even know if I still have it, let alone if it hasn't crumbled to dust at this point." Then it clicked in her head. "My mother wrote a spell that would kill you, didn't she?"

Elijah didn't answer her question. His face conveyed no expression, no hint of feeling. He was completely stoic as he said, "Where you planning to help her?"

Kassandra's nose wrinkled. "God, no. I loathe Esther, always have. And I don't know what you do, but I don't help people I despise." Then her eyes widened as she realized that he was accusing her. "Wait, do you really think that low of me? That I would help murder the same man I slept with not even ten hours earlier? Because even I wouldn't sink that low. I at least wait 48 hours before I start planning their deaths."

She meant it as a joke, to lighten the mood, but Elijah wasn't laughing. She sighed; a little offended that he thought she'd do that. Kassandra didn't want Elijah dead, and she didn't really care either way if his siblings were alive or not. They hadn't done anything to her, so she didn't necessarily wish them dead. Except for Finn. She wanted his liver on a stick for messing with her memory.

"That's why Finn compelled me, you know," she said quietly. "Because he could smell you on me, and knew that I wouldn't help them. So he compelled me so that I wouldn't go blabbering to you that they were in town."

Kassandra shook her head. "Man, you have more trust issues than even I do," she muttered.

"Well, I wouldn't say that much," Elijah said. "I'm just a very cautious man. There's nothing wrong in being careful with whom you trust."

"I'm not telling you to trust me," Kassandra said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Hell, I don't even trust myself half of the time. I'm just telling you to trust that I'm not plotting your death. Especially not with your mother."

"I think I can do that," he said. "And you can trust that I won't kill you." But they both knew that she didn't completely trust him not to do that.

Kassandra didn't trust anybody completely. Not a single person. Not even herself. She trusted Ruby the most, she trusted Elijah to a point, but she barely trusted herself. Kassandra had a thousand years' worth of trust issues that she would never be able to get completely over.

"I'll make you a deal," she said suddenly, smirking slightly. "I'll tell you everything I know about my mother's Grimoire if you tell me everything about Esther's plot to kill you. Because I know you haven't told me everything there is to tell."

She was right, he hadn't. And Kassandra had been a witch. Granted, it had been over a thousand years ago since she had last cast a spell, but she might remember something, anything that could help him. Plus, he liked talking to her. For such an opinionated person, she was very good at not judging him. Mostly because she had no right to judge anybody, not after the things she had done in her very long life.

"It's a deal."

~SYH~

"Your mother tied you and your siblings together?" Kassandra asked, half-hanging off of her couch, her long blonde hair splayed across the carpet.

Elijah nodded, noting absentmindedly at how fidgety Kassandra was. She was always moving, always twisting and turning, like she could never get comfortable. "Do you know anything about it? Do you know how to undo it?"

She sighed, rubbing her temples. "I've never seen it happen, but I remember reading a few spells before, of how to do it. I know that it's all about blood. It's your blood that connects you and your siblings, so it's your blood that will disconnect you."

Elijah nodded. "I can talk to Ruby. She'll know more about it. I might be able to convince her to help you too, but no promises," she continued.

"Alright," he said. "Now it's your turn to explain about your mother's Grimoire."

Kassandra sighed again. "I have no idea where it is. Probably in a storage compartment somewhere across the country. I'm a hoarder, so if it still exists, I probably still have it."

She frowned, eyebrows furrowing. She wished she could remember something, anything about her mother writing a spell. She had a nagging feeling in her head, and she tried her hardest to remember. But she couldn't.

Suddenly, Kassandra's eyes widened as she flashbacked to one of the days before vampires terrorized her village.

"Mother, what are you doing?"

Gabriella was concentrating, eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the thick Grimoire that was made out of leather. Kassandra frowned at her.

"Nothing, Kassandra. Just… preparing for the worst," she replied, not bothering to look at her daughter.

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.

"I am providing everyone with a way out, darling. I am giving everyone a way to save themselves when Esther's mistake gets out of control."

Kassandra was getting even more confused. "Mother, what did Esther do-"

"Run along, Kassandra," Gabriella said suddenly, looking up at her daughter. "I am doing nothing that concerns you. Go now, child."

"My mother created a spell that would kill vampires," she said suddenly, looking up at Elijah. "She knew that Esther planned to turn you and your siblings into vampires, so she made her spell to protect everyone- to kill you."

Elijah was solemn. "And you don't remember where you put it?"

She shook her head. "I'll find it though, alright? I'm a pack rat. It has to be somewhere," she tried to assure him as she sat up.

"I'm more worried about what Esther is willing to do to get that spell," he said, looking at her. "She'll kill you without a second thought, you know."

"Yeah, I know," she said, standing up. "And I'm flattered that you care, Elijah, but don't worry about me. Worry about yourself and your family. I've lived a thousand years, and I plan to live a thousand more."

Kassandra went to walk into the kitchen to get alcohol, when Elijah grabbed her arm, his fingers gripping her wrist. He turned her around to face him. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, and she opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but then his lips met his, smothering any questions away.

Kassandra closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck, before her fingers trailed down his chest and began popping shirt buttons open. He helped her unbutton his shirt, before shrugging it off and dropping it on the floor.

He kissed Kassandra's neck as his fingers slid under her sweatshirt, running over the skin there. Then Elijah pulled her sweatshirt off for her, expecting to find another lacy bra underneath. But all he saw was Kassandra's breasts. She smirked at his raised eyebrows and brought his lips back to hers.

They fell onto the couch, Elijah on top of Kassandra. Her fingers ran through his hair as his fingers edged towards the clasp of her jeans. He managed to unzip her jeans before she flipped them over.

Kassandra's bare chest was pressed against his. She pulled her lips away from his, as her hands went down to the zipper of his pants. She was going to be in control this time; she was going to be sure of that.

Elijah kissed her neck, brushing her hair away from her face as she managed to get his pants off of him. Kassandra took her sweet time slowly pulling her jeans down. She saw something feral flash in Elijah's eyes as he watched her. She just smirked back at him. She was in control, and she would tease him if she wanted to.

After kicking her jeans across the room, Kassandra slid her lace panties down her thighs, and they slid down to her ankles. Completely naked, she sat on Elijah's lap, facing him. Their lips met again in a hungry, passionate, lust filled kiss. He wanted her so, so badly, and she wanted him just as much.

Elijah's hands ran down Kassandra's shoulders, down her chest and grazed her breasts. She shivered involuntarily, and he smirked slightly. His thumb ran over her nipple and Kassandra bit her bottom lip as he went back to tracing her curves. Kassandra let out a moan as Elijah rubbed her clit in a fast little circle.

She couldn't take it anymore- she needed him. Kassandra growled slightly as she kissed Elijah again hard. She was supposed to be in control. Without breaking their kiss, she practically ripped off Elijah's underwear, leaving him completely naked, just like her.

Kassandra didn't waste any time. She gripped his member with one hand and lined it up of with her entrance. Then, with one thrust from Kassandra, Elijah entered her, and they both hissed slightly.

It was pure instinct from then on. Elijah gripped Kassandra's hips as she rode him with short, fast thrusts. Elijah kissed her heatedly, and she kissed him back, though she never stopped her movements.

Kassandra let out a moan, when suddenly Elijah flipped her onto her back and took control. She frowned at him, but it quickly went away when he hit her sweet spot. Elijah went even faster, now that he was in control. And when he tossed Kassandra's leg over his shoulder, he went even deeper into her.

"Oh, fuck," she cursed, gripping his shoulders. "Elijah!"

Kassandra came, and with a few more thrusts, Elijah came as well. Both were panting heavily as he pulled out of her. One thing was for sure, Gabriella's Grimoire was the last thing on their minds right then.

~SYH~

A/N: sorry for the wait, I hope the smut made up for it. And I also hope I'm slowly getting better at writing sex scenes.

This will probably be the last update for a week. I'm going on vacation with my family on Wednesday, and on Sunday I'm going to an all day concert. And on Monday and Tuesday I'll be focused on updating my other stories.

Thanks to: Guest, SomebodyWhoCares, Herd-o-sheep, Lady Wesker, and Katherine Sparrow for reviewing!

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~Abby :)