Disclaimer: I own nothing except my Original Character, Alix. This story is rated M for a reason folks, and it ain't because of the color language, so...yeah. Thank you to all who liked and fav'd and followed this story, words cannot express how much it truly means to me.

Side Note: The music for this chapter is "Time" by Hans Zimmer

It has been said that if something is bothering you, there are two ways of dealing with it; you can confront the issue head on and resolve said problem in a calm, adult-like manner, or choose to focus your energy and attention on anything but the problem, in essence, completely ignoring it until the pressure becomes so unbearable that you end up doing something rash.

At the present moment, Alix was exhibiting clear signs of the latter. Standing outside in the cool evening air, she freely welcomed the silence with open arms, cherishing the calming vibes Mother Nature seemed to provide without her ever having to ask. Since she was a child, Alix had always found sanctuary in nature; it was the only place where she didn't feel the need to hide, to pretend to be anything other than herself; which was something she desperately needed right that moment.

Alix knew it was a long shot, but she had hoped that by regaining her memories, she'd have some peace of mind about the whole situation. She wanted to be able to close that chapter of her life in order to focus on other pressing matters. She was able to, for the most part. For the first time in a year, she felt like everything just clicked, things and events now made sense. Unfortunately, Alix was still left with the task of trying to figure out what else was missing. It was as if when one part of her life became uncomplicated, there was something that lurked in the shadows, ready to take its spot.

Her life was quickly becoming nothing more than an endless pile of crises. First, it was the Apocalypse, which still had yet to be dealt with, then there was the Katherine/Elena problem, and to top that sundae of insanity, she now had more missing memories to contend with on top of trying to figure out the best way to explain to her family that she was not only married, but her husband happened to be a supernatural being. The cherry topping to the sundae was Alix now was experiencing very unusual spikes in her hormones ever since she'd woken up.

Dealing with an increased sex drive was the last thing she wanted to be subjected to, and she certainly was not about to alert Elijah to the issue...no way in hell.

"I thought I might find you out here." A familiar voice called from behind her. Alix closed her eyes, taking in a deep lungful of the fresh night air as she willed her hormones into submission. It was proving especially difficult when his voice was like a gentle caress against her skin.

"I figured I'd sneak out for some fresh air while you finished up with Jonas. I thought it might help clear my head." Alix replied evenly, praying that her tone was giving anything away.

As she turned her head to look over her shoulder, Elijah emerged from the shadows of the apartment building. The sight alone was enough to make her breath involuntarily catch as her mouth went dry. It was like she was truly seeing him for the first time.

"And did it help?" Elijah asked, watching her carefully as he stepped closer.

"Uh-huh," She replied absent-mindedly, staring at him longer than she had planned to. Quickly averting her gaze, she became quite fascinated with the toe of her boot. This caused Elijah to frown, he could shake the feeling that something was amiss.

"Are you sure you're alright, Sweetheart?" Elijah asked with concern as he lifted her chin so he could better examine her. His thumb traced along her jawline before moving to caress the swell of her cheek. "Experiencing any ill effects from the spell?"

'Would you consider the fact that every time you look or speak to me, I entertain dirty thoughts about what I've like to do to you and vice versa as a side effect?' Alix mused to herself.

"No, I'm great," Alix answered with a forced smile. It amazed her how relatively easy the rib just rolled off her tongue.

She stepped around him, needing to put any kind of distance between them before she would up giving into the primal urges swelling within her. His seemingly innocent gesture of concern did nothing to aid her already failing cause.

"It's late, I should really be getting back to, uh, finish that research I was working on earlier." Alix stated, looking anywhere but at Elijah.

"If that is what you wish then allow me to escort you home." Elijah proposed, walking up to her and extending his hand.

She wanted to tell him no, she wanted to tell him that she didn't need an escort and fully intended to make that very statement. Her lips and tongue had even prepared to deliver the words, however, what left her mouth was the exact opposite. She was baffled at how a 'no, thank you' managed to morph into a 'yes'.

Alix hesitated before finally accepting Elijah's hand; the moment their skin came into contact, an electrical current coursed through her body. She paused to wonder if he experienced it as well though his facade gave no indication either way. The pair began what appeared to be a long, excruciating walk to her home.

Though the evening breeze felt cool against her flushed skin, it did little to extinguish the blistering heat radiating from her body due to Elijah's close proximity.

While Alix usually despised awkward silences, for once in her life she was grateful for the lack of conversation between them. Granted, she did occasionally speak up when directions were needed, she took a little comfort in the fact that when she did speak, it consisted of actual words strung together that made a coherent sentence rather than whimpers and moans.

It was as if her libido had awoken from a long, fitful slumber with an unquenchable thirst that demanded to be filled. Apparently its first desperate act was to kidnap the rational side of her brain before shamelessly chucking the defenseless creature out the window at 100 miles per hour.

Alix was painfully aware that it had been a long, long damn time since anyone besides herself had scratched that intimate itch. While she was no stranger to sexual frustration or its side effects, what she was currently feeling was something she had never experienced before. It was taking every ounce of sheer willpower she possessed to ignore it.

During the majority of their journey, Alix did the one thing she never thought she'd ever do...she prayed. She didn't just pray to one Deity, no, she pulled out all the stops by praying to any and all Deities she could think of, both old and new, that Elijah would just simply walk her home and leave...nothing more, nothing less. It wasn't that she didn't want the man; any women that possessed eyes and a working brain would be lining up for a chance to take a crack at him. Alix didn't think she could endure the embarrassment of throwing herself at him, only to have him reject her.

What she didn't know, thanks to Elijah's amazing poker face, was that he too was in the same boat as her. The moment Alix looked at him really looked at him with recognition shining brightly within those glistening green eyes, it took every ounce of immortal strength he had not to embarrass himself. It was extremely trying on his willpower every time the wind would blow and his nostrils were assaulted by the overwhelming scent of her arousal.

As they finally approached her modest two-story rental, Alix felt a sense of relief wash over her as she was now in the home stretch. Walking up the wooden steps, she reached into her pocket for her keys. Moving to unlock the door, her body froze immediately when she felt his breath dance across the skin of her neck. Sucking in her bottom with a deep breath, Alix willed her body to continue its task before turning around to bid Elijah a good night. However, the breath she had just taken was ripped from her as she found Elijah to be much closer than she'd anticipated.

He invaded her personal space, dragging his nose along the slope of her as his intoxicating scent waged a well-calculated assault upon her senses. Alix found it difficult to recall what she had planned on saying just seconds prior. Elijah's brown eyes seemed to darken as they mercilessly bore into hers, making her drag her teeth across her bottom lip. The air surrounding the couple grew thick with ripe sexual tension as Alix began to breathe heavier...almost panting in anticipation.

"Would you like to come in?" She asked in a tone her own ears didn't recognize. Her voice had become deeper, taking on a huskier tone in contrast to her normal rasp.

She didn't know why she asked that question when she had all intentions f saying goodnight. It was as if she was no longer in control of her own body. Involuntarily, a whimper escaped her lips as she felt Elijah's hand caress that spot under her ear, causing her to take in a shuddered breath.

"I'd like that very much." He answered in an equally husky tone.

That nearly sent her over. With reluctance, she turned away from him to push the door open before stepping inside. As she crossed the threshold, Alix remembered that she was going to have to invite Elijah in. As she looked around her living room, she was horrified at the disarray that greeted her.

"I'm going to invite you in, but I need a minute." She informed him, not waiting for a response as she rushed around to pick up the numerous books and various articles of clothing lying about.

Alix was meticulous when it came to cleaning, she wore that badge of honor with pride. It was a skill that came in very handy for the countless times she had to bunk with Dean while on the road. She found it mind-boggling how he would handle Baby with such a delicate touch, but yet couldn't be bothered to pick up after himself once he was surrounded by four walls and a roof.

As she hid things here and there, Alix hadn't realized just how clouded her mind was earlier. She found it strange that she would leave her stuff all over the place like that. Gathering the books, she jogged to the hallway closet; stretching on her tiptoes, she placed the old books on the top shelf before closing the door.

"Elijah, you can come in if you'd like." She hollered as she leaned her forehead against the door. While she didn't hear anything, not even the front door closing; she knew he was there, she could feel him. It was strange, it wasn't like the time when she could sense Damon or when she sensed Elijah back at the plantation house. She could literally feel him with every fiber of her being.

Leaning back from the door, she turned to see Elijah leaning against the wall next to the closet. Alix smiled shyly at him as she ran a hand through nervously through her hair. As she opened her mouth with the intention of offering him a drink, she suddenly found herself with her back pressed against the wall as Elijah's mouth fervently fastened to hers.

The moment their lips touched, the outside world no longer existed, nothing else mattered; not the past nor the future. The only thing that mattered was the quiet desperation combined with the relief of being free from the burdening tension they had both been keeping at bay for so long. The present was short, reality was circling them like a predator, causing both parties to savor this intimate moment.

Things became a blur as they were consumed with their task of reacquainting themselves with one another. Clothing was discarded piece by piece, littering the once spotless hallway. Elijah effortlessly hoisted Alix up, setting her down on the mahogany table next to her bedroom. Alix found it hard to look away from him, even if she had wanted to, she lacked any and all necessary means to tear her eyes away from his as he intimately connected them.

Her head fell back, mouth open wide at the feeling of him being sheathed within her. It was almost too much for her to bear, but it was in no way a bad thing. It was as if she had placed herself on a restrictive diet, denying herself of any delicious treats that once she finally broke her fast and indulged in that sinfully delightful treat, the decadence caused a sensory overload. Elijah let out a shuddered breath as he gripped her hips tightly, his own set a destructive pace that ensured she would not only be walking funny the next day, but she would feel him every time she moved.

For Alix, there was no pain. Instead, it felt as if life had been breathed into her lifeless body. It was the first time in a long time that she felt completely and utterly alive.

Elijah's ravenous lips descended and feasted upon every tangible inch of bare skin within his reach. Alix's skin flushed in its wake as she wrapped her legs securely around his waist, flexing her muscles to pull him closer. Her hands languidly trailed down his back, her fingertips greeting every well-defined muscle that bulged with each snap of his hips. Feeling that deep-seated coil tighten inside her, she reflexively dug her nails into the flesh of his flesh of his shoulders.

Soon she found herself teetering on the edge of pure oblivion, Elijah's lips trailed up the column of her neck, instinctively hovering over the pulsating patch of skin. Alix knew what he was silently asking; without hesitation, she moved her sweat dampened hair to the opposite side, craning her neck more. To Elijah, she was willingly submitting, just like she had the very first time in that field. Hungrily eyeing that pulsating vein, his face began to change. Alix moved her hand to cradle his head, bringing the hungry beast closer.

Elijah placed a gentle kiss on the skin before his elongated fangs pierced the soft flesh. He groaned loudly as he took a deep pull of her intoxicating life force, effectively sending her full force over the edge as his name left her lips like a sacred prayer.

Behind her closed eyes, Alix witnessed the most beautiful display of fireworks. It felt as if she was watching the Fourth of July finale in high definition. It didn't take Elijah long to meet his completion after she did, the only sound leaving his lips was her named amidst a deep guttural growl. Extracting his teeth from her neck, he languidly licked the small drops that escaped his mouth before pulling back. Adoration poured from his eyes as he gently brushed away the sweaty tendrils of hair that had fallen on her face. She could hide the smile that graced her lips as she continued to ride our her orgasmic high.

~{&}~

After finally regaining feeling in her extremities, Alix decided to venture into the kitchen in search of that drink she had originally intended on offering Elijah before the whole earth-shattering sex occurred. She padded across the cool tiles, clad in Elijah's discarded dress shirt, limping slightly, which caused him to shamelessly grin. She searched her cabinets for the bottle of Jameson's she had brought with her earlier. After successfully locating the bottle of liquor, she grabbed two glasses with the intention of returning to her bedroom, except she found Elijah leaning against the counter of the island, in nothing except his underwear, with her photo album.

'Nosy little shit.' Alix thought to herself.

"Snoop much?" She asked, setting the bottle and glasses down on the counter. She glanced down at the open page as she opened the bottle and poured its contents into the glasses.

"I was merely...curious." Elijah admitted. Alix scoffed as she slid the glass towards him.

"I'm sure you've heard the saying, 'curiosity killed the cat'." She joked as she shuffled closer to him. Her lips formed a crooked grin as she saw the picture of her, Sam and Dean posing in front of the Impala outside of Bobby's during Thanksgiving. It was right before Dean went to Hell. She fought back a giggle as she remembered Bobby almost throwing Dean into his dungeon after she had exiled him from the kitchen numerous times that day.

"That's a good picture of us, didn't know those two idiots were so photogenic." She commented with a chuckle. "Those are my brothers Sam and Dean." Alix supplied, feeling Elijah's questioning eyes upon her.

"I wasn't aware you had brothers." Elijah replied, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"Well, that's because I didn't when I met you. Up until 15 years ago, I was on my own." She clarified, pausing to take a sip from her glass. "I met a hunter named John Winchester in the mid 80's after I realized he wasn't planning on killing me, I offered to help him track down the demon that killed his wife in return he'd help me. I soon found out he had two young boys with him, and we sort of formed this bond with one another. They seemed to thoroughly enjoy annoying the hell out of me like little brothers."

"Is that how you acquired the last name?"

"Yes. I mean, you know as well as I do that when you've lived as long as we have, changing our names every couple of years tends to fend off suspicious onlookers." She replied, pushing her glass off to the side.

"I'm well acquainted with the practice." Elijah agreed. "So, why aren't they here with you?"

"Things happened that led to stressful situations, so we decided to take a little break. We still keep in touch. I know that you're well aware of the stresses that siblings can cause when you've been around each other just a tad too long." Alix commented with a pointed look.

There was something underlying her tone, something that she wasn't saying. Elijah was quick to pick upon it.

"What aren't you telling me, Alixiah?" He turned, grabbing and turning her as well so that they faced one another. His tone was serious as his eyes beseeched her to confide in him like she used to.

With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly divulged her secret.

"Sam, he...he uh, started the Apocalypse, which evidently started a chain of events that somehow now revolve around me."

"What do you mean?"

"The Judeo-Christian end of times, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?" She quirked an eyebrow at him, assuming that was what he was referring to. When his pressed his lips into a thin line, she realized that wasn't what he was asking.

"I don't know much about the other issue, aside from the fact that I've been labeled Public Enemy number one in Heaven just because I'm alive. They apparently consider me an abomination because humans aren't supposed to have angelic grace flowing thorough their veins." She hissed. "It's partly why we aren't together right now. I left because I couldn't stomach the thought that those winged pricks would willingly torture or even kill them because of me. I thought that if I left, and kept my whereabouts under the radar, they'd have a decent chance. But I didn't get that lucky and neither did they. See, my father, Michael has seen fit to declare Dean his chosen and intended vessel." Alix said solemnly.

Silence engulfed the kitchen causing Alix to quickly down the rest of her whiskey while Elijah tried to process this information.

"You mean-" Elijah began.

"Ah, here's you 'The More You Know' lesson for today, kid. Angels can possess people, just like their evil twins can. Unfortunately for them, they need to wine and dine their victims before their allowed to get to third base." Alix explained, moving to set her now empty glass in the sink. Turning around, she noticed Elijah's confused look and mentally smacked herself for her poor choice in analogies. "They need permission before they can possess someone. There are those that will use any means necessary to get it, and I mean any means necessary."

"So, what do you intend to do?" Elijah asked, moving to stand in front of Alix, easily pulling her to him.

She didn't know how to answer that question because she honestly didn't know what she was going to do. What could she do? It wasn't like she could launch a full-scale war against Heaven, that would just be plain suicidal. As she opened her mouth to respond, her phone rang out loudly from the bedroom. Leaning up, she gave Elijah a quick kiss before moving to retrieve her phone.

She arched a brow as she saw the familiar name flash across the screen.

Deano.

"Dean?" Alis said as she answered.

"Alix, we've got a problem." A bad feeling took residence in her stomach upon hearing that statement, nothing good ever came from Dean saying those five words.

"What the fuck did you go and do?"