Hi guys! This story will now be updated on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Real life has been in the way and it seems as if those days I'm the least busy. I'll also be started a human Delena story relatively soon because a lot of you seem to want that! (Not that I object, of course!)

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Chapter 11

Elena awoke to soft kisses being placed along her collarbone. She smiled; the thoughts of last night were swirling in her mind and she could only describe herself as happy.

Elijah knew she was awake the second her heartbeat changed patterns. He smiled against her skin before murmuring, "Good morning, princess."

She opened her eyes and stared into his chocolate depths, "Mm, good morning to you, too, handsome." She placed a soft kiss against his lips before stretching in a catlike manner. Her eyelids fluttered as she looked him over, "What time is it?"

He reached blindly behind himself and grabbed his phone off the bedside table. Clicking it on, he groaned slightly, "Almost eleven. And I have-"

"What?!" Elena jumped out of his arms and scrambled around the room for her clothes. How could she sleep so long? Elijah was amazing, obviously, but to put her out of commission until nearly noon? Shit.

Elijah watched her with a slight smile on his face to help hide his bewilderment. Never had a woman leapt out of his bed so fast in his entire existence. He chuckled at her quick attempt to get dressed as she nearly destroyed her clothes in the process.

She had finally gotten her shirt on, not inside out thankfully, when she groaned as she picked up her tattered panties. She threw him an exasperated look, "Seriously? Couldn't you take them off like a normal person?"

"I assure you, I could, but what would be the fun in that?" He smirked cockily, and she thought he looked even more handsome when he wasn't trying to keep up his noble façade.

Her eyes glinted playfully as she retorted, "The fun would be that you'd get to keep them as a souvenir, of course."

Elijah's eyes darkened at her comment before she felt herself being pushed up against the wall by his muscular body.

"Is that so?" His voice was dangerously low as his lips pressed against her neck.

She nodded dumbly before his hand snaked between them to her intimate folds. His thumb circled around her clit as he teased her tight opening with his finger.

"Mm, Elijah, we can't," she protested weakly, her mind and body clearly wanting two different things. Despite her thought process, her hips bucked against his hand as a low moan caught in the back of her throat.

His finger dove inside her, quickly joined by another, as he thrust them in and out of her slowly. His teeth grazed her earlobe while his thumb continued pressing torturously against her throbbing clit, "Just remember this when you're with him."

Her breath hitched as he curled his fingers in just the right way to make her come. A loud keening sound came from her as she gave into her desire. He played her body expertly, as if he knew all the things that would get her blood pumping.

When her orgasm subsided, he helped her slip on her jeans and placed a kiss to her forehead. He smoothed her stray chestnut locks back from her glistening face and smiled, "I'll be waiting for you next time, princess."

She smiled and placed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling on her shoes and rushing out the door.

Man was she fucked. What the hell was she supposed to tell Damon?

She looked down at her phone and was pleasantly surprised that she didn't have any missed calls or texts. She decided that she would try to salvage the morning, well afternoon, and text Damon to meet her at a café nearby. Just as she pressed send, another text came through.

My family is throwing a gathering for Finn's gallery. We would be pleased if Damon and yourself would join us at the Compound tonight. Of course, Stefan and Caroline are invited as well. Red seems to be our color tonight.

Damon groaned as he reached for his phone. One thing he didn't miss about being back in the present was how many things disturbed you when you were trying to sleep. He opened his eyes sleepily, but smiled when Elena's name flitted across the screen.

Good morning, handsome! Meet me at Café Orleans by one. I love you.

Boy, did he have the perfect girl or what?

Elena sat at the café, idly stirring her coffee as her mind wandered. Did she really sleep with Elijah? Yes, and it had been everything that she had ever imagined. Would she do it again? In a fucking undead heartbeat. But first she had to figure out what to do about Damon. She couldn't break his heart, she just couldn't.

"Hello, beautiful."

She shivered as Damon pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, signaling his arrival. She turned her head and kissed him softly, "Hello, yourself. Are you hungry?"

He took a seat at the table across from her and she couldn't help but notice he just oozed sexiness. His black v-neck hugged his body tightly and Elena wanted to drool, but then she remembered the night before; while she was attracted to him, there wasn't an emotional connection between them anymore.

"Famished," he smirked, looking over the menu and sighing dramatically. He eyed her over the table and nudged his boot against her foot.

Elena giggled, "What? Don't see anything you like?"

"What I want is currently under the table between your legs," he said slyly.

"Damon!" She squealed, reaching across the table and smacking his arm, "That's not appropriate breakfast conversation."

Damon smirked, "But perfect brunch conversation."

After they finished their 'brunch', they walked around the French Quarter. Damon kept his arm tightly around Elena's waist, making sure that everyone knew that she was his girl.

He placed a kiss to the top of her head and his nose wrinkled slightly, "You smell funny."

She tensed as she looked up at his, "What do you mean?"

"You smell familiar, but I'm not sure how," he puzzled, sniffing her hair again, "Who were you around today?"

Deciding to tell the somewhat truth, she came partially clean, "I was around Elijah earlier. I ran into him as I was waiting for you at the café. He invited us to a party thing tonight and Care and Stef are invited, too."

"Is it something you want to go to?"

"Well, yeah," she confessed, "I haven't seen Finn in awhile and I miss him."

Damon looked perplexed, "You miss the oldest Original in existence? Are you sure you're not being compelled?"

"Damon," she sighed, "Stop it. I became friends with them when you were gone. I had to do something to keep myself sane."

"Them?" He asked, noticing her plural description.

"Finn and Elijah. I haven't spent time with the others, but Finn has been nothing but nice to me since I arrived and I'm thankful for it."

Damon shrugged, "As long as you weren't sleeping with them, I don't care," he said flippantly.

She blushed slightly, "Of course not."

"Elijah, please tell me that you're going to do something about that little doppelganger tonight," Rebekah drawled as she twirled in her red cocktail dress.

Elijah sighed, "Rebekah, please. It's none of your business."

"Oh, come on! Just because Damon's back doesn't mean you don't have a chance. He's great in bed, but-"

"Rebekah!" Finn chided, thoroughly displeased with the turn of conversation, "What Damon and Elena do behind closed doors is absolutely none of your business."

Her gaze traveled between her two brothers and she sighed, "You both just need to get laid. And obviously by the same bloody girl!"

Elijah growled, "Please mind your own business, sister. Concern yourself with your affairs and your affairs only."

Finn watched his sister leave in a huff after being dismissed so rudely. He turned to Elijah and smiled wearily, "Do you think Elena will ever leave Damon? Or do you think she's just staying with him because of the guilt?"

Elijah pondered the question before carefully choosing his words, "I think she's become unhappy in her current situation. I think she feels obligated to stay with him, yet she won't truly be happy as long as she does. Perhaps, she just needs a reminder that she indeed has other options besides him."

Finn nodded in agreement before standing from the couch, "Then perhaps tonight I'll do some reminding."

As Finn walked out, Elijah couldn't help the feeling of possessiveness that washed over him concerning Elena. He didn't want to share her, but, alas, she wasn't his to share.

Elena walked into the Compound with Damon on her arm. The last time she had attended a Mikaelson festivity with Damon, she had had a Salvatore on each arm. She shook the thoughts away as she led Damon into the main room, surprised that so many people where already there.

"Do you think Caroline and Stefan are here already?" She asked softly, trying to observe the crowd.

Damon snorted, "Well, I can hear her obnoxious voice from over here, so obviously you aren't focusing hard enough," he teased her as he nodded to the bar where, sure enough, Caroline was talking with Klaus.

"Ah," she said, wondering why on earth she was entertaining Klaus of all people, "Why don't you go check on her and I'll look for Stefan?"

"Are you giving me permission to go to the bar?" Damon asked with mock surprise.

Elena giggled, "Yes, just don't get drunk too fast. Check on Caroline first."

He sauntered towards the bar as Elena looked around. She didn't recognize anyone with the exception of Klaus. No Elijah, no Finn. Not even Rebekah.

Fingers tapped on her bare shoulder and she turned around to face a dark skinned man. His hair was unruly and he had a slight childish smile on his face, but she could tell that he was a vampire.

She smiled deceptively sweet at him, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"I'm Diego," he answered, smiling as she caught a hint of his fangs, "I was wondering if a pretty lady like you had a date."

"I do. He's getting me a drink-"

"Well, he's not here now," he cut her off, "Care to dance?"

Elena glanced over at Damon who still seemed to be preoccupied with the hybrid. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "Sure, why not?"

"My kind of lady," he murmured cheekily.

Diego pulled her onto the dance floor and kept his hands in respectable place, much to her surprise. Her slinky red dress had risen a little high on her thighs and she delicately pulled it back into place as he smirked at her.

"I don't mind if it just comes off," he whispered in her ear, referring to the dress.

Elena snorted and pushed herself away from him, "Thanks for the dance, Diego. It was a real pleasure."

"Awh, don't be like that," he pouted as he caught her wrist and tried to pull her back to him, "Just a few more dances."

She had enough of his persistence; she vamp sped her and Diego to a secluded hall on the side of the main floor.

"And just when I thought I wasn't going to get any," he joked.

Elena wrapped her hand around his throat and squeezed hard, "Let's get something straight. You aren't getting any. At least not from me."

He had them flipped in a second, Elena now pressed against the brick wall with his hand around her throat. He growled, "I'm older than you are, little girl. I'll take what I want whether you like it or not. I was just trying to be nice, but we can do things the hard way."

Diego grabbed the bottom of her dress and yanked it up, exposing the top of her thighs. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, making her whine in disgust.

"Get off of me, you disgusting excuse of a man," she hissed, trying unsuccessfully to kick him in the shin.

He laughed at her feeble attempts, "You won't think I'm disgusting when I'm done with you. In fact, you'll be begging for more."

Finn had been intent on finding Elena, however, all he managed to find was a certain Salvatore that he wanted to decapitate in very gruesome manner. He was slightly worried when she appeared to be nowhere in sight.

He focused his senses and quickly picked up her scent, following it to the corridor that led to the bedrooms upstairs.

Finn turned away as he came across a couple entwined in the shadows; he didn't want to intrude on their intimate moment.

"…but we can do things the hard way," the man said to the brunette, seemingly holding her tighter as he pulled up her dress in a crude manner.

Finn waited momentarily, wanting to make sure the woman wasn't in danger. Her body language seemed to radiate revulsion at the man's touch.

"Get off of me, you disgusting excuse for a man."

His blood turned cold as he recognized the voice. What was Elena doing out here? With a man that wasn't Damon? A wave of disappointment fluttered over him until he realized what she had said. She didn't want the man, so what was he doing?

The man laughed, "You won't think I'm disgusting when I'm done with you. In face, you'll be begging for more."

Finn didn't need to hear anymore, he whooshed over to Elena and ripped the man off of her. He hit the far wall with a sharp crack as the brick broke around him.

Diego was on his feet in no time, speeding in front of Finn with his fangs out. The elder vampire smirked at the younger's defiance, thrusting his hand inside Diego's chest, "You should know better than to touch a woman without her permission."

Diego's face became alarmed as recognition flittered across his face, "Mr. Mikaelson."

"Wonderful," Finn smiled, squeezing Diego's heart tighter, "You know who's about to kill you." He tugged firmly, the younger vampire's heart ripping free of his chest. Finn dropped his heart; kneeling next to his body and wiping his hand clean on Diego's clothes.

"Finn?" Elena's voice was shaky as he turned to her.

His heart nearly broke as he saw her curled on the ground, the bottom of her dress still around her waist. Tears were running down her cheeks as he went to her.

Finn stood and picked her up, setting her on unsure feet as he softly pulled her dress over her shapely hips. He set his hand on her cheek and made her look at him, "Are you alright?"

"Yes…no…I don't know!"

He pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her waist as he whispered in her ear, "You're okay. I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you."

Elena relaxed slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I don't know what I would've done without you."

"Don't think about that, lovely Elena," he sighed as he kissed the top of her head, "I would save you a million times over if I had to. You're safe, I promise."

She pulled back from the embrace and kissed him on the cheek, "I need to go clean up. Where's the bathroom?"

"Straight down the hall, up the stairs. First door on the right."

Elena looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe what just happened. If it weren't for Finn…no. She wouldn't think about it. Couldn't think about it. She wiped the mascara from under her eyes, hoping that that would help the damage control. She fixed the few hairs that were out of place and pulled her dress down as far as it could go.

She sighed, figuring that this was the best she could do. She'd put on a fake smile and stay as long as Damon wanted. She could do this.

Elena opened the door and ran headfirst into a hard body. She groaned slightly as she looked up.

"Darling, we've got to stop meeting like this. This is how rumors begin," Elijah smiled down at her.

"Uh, I-I'm sorry," she stuttered, looking down at the ground.

"Elena?" His voice became worried, "What's wrong? What's happened?"

She shook her head, "Nothing. I'm fine."

Elijah cupped her chin in his hand, pulling her face up to look at him. He observed the tears that still clung to her lashes and a wave of anger rolled through him.

"Why were you crying? What happened, Elena?" He demanded.

"What's going on?" Finn asked as he rounded the corner, intent on checking on Elena, "Elijah?"

Elijah sighed, "I was just wondering why she was so upset is all."

Elena watched as the brothers stared at each other, obviously communicating somehow. She decided to slip away as they engaged. She placed her hand on Elijah's cheek softly before she made her way down the stairs and back to the party.

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~Grace