Ila left the church and made her way to the closest bar she could find. Entering Rousseau's she plopped down onto a bar stool. Today had been a long day and she was ready to put it behind her. She had to leave in the morning to go back to France to pack up her belongings and ship them here to the apartment her father left for her.
" What can I get you?" Ila looked at the blonde bartender who smiled at her.
" A shot of your strongest tequila." Ila watched the blonde look at her with a lifted eyebrow.
" I'm Camille. But everyone calls me Cami." Ila downed the shot Cami gave her.
" Ila." She motioned for another shot. She wasn't going to limit herself tonight.
"Tough day?" Cami questioned.
" I just buried my father." Ila replied before grabbing the bottle from the blondes hands.
" I'm so sorry" Cami watched as the poor girl drank the tequila straight from the bottle.
" I haven't seen my father in over five years. I haven't talked to him in three. I didn't really know him." Ila felt the tears starting to form but held them back. She would not cry in front of all these strangers.
" Oh." Even though she was training to be a psychologist Cami still had a hard time dealing with death especially that of a family member.
" Yeah. No one ever knows what to say." Ila muttered. " I'm not trying to be rude but can you leave me alone."
" Okay. I'm off now anyways. But if you ever need anything feel free to call me." Cami took a piece of paper from behind the bar and wrote her number down. She slid it in front of the girl before walking away.
Two hours later Ila still hadn't moved from the spot she was sitting. She was almost finished with the bottle of tequila. She had slowed down not wanting to pass out before she was ready. It was after midnight but she didn't want to go back to her dads apartment.
The bar was almost quiet just a few stragglers and the bartenders. She took to watching everyone. She needed something to distract her. In the corner there was a group of men no older than thirty flirting with the auburn haired waitress. She could see the girl getting irritated by their sexist remarks and leering. At one of the tables sat a couple both with dark hair sitting close and whispering to each other. Then a few tables over were two men and two women just sitting quietly watching the room. They took a drink every now and then but for the most part that sat stone still.
Turning back toward the bar she felt someone slip into the chair next to her. She didn't say anything just did another shot. When he motioned for the bartender Ila finally looked over at him. He was gorgeous with dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. She let her eyes travel his body and felt a tug of desire in the pit of her stomach. She briefly remember him from earlier when he was talking to the blond waitresses about his brother.
Ila was curious if he ever did help his brother get out of whatever trouble he was in. There were times growing up Ila wished she had a sibling. Someone to always be by her side. Someone who understood what she was going through. But she never had that. All she had was a dead mother and distant father. At the thought of her father Ila felt the tears start to flow. She had held them back so long that now she no longer could. The sobs that fell from her mouth were quiet but the man sitting next to her heard them.
" Miss are you okay?" His voice was like velvet to her ears so soft and silky and very sexy. She was embarrassed by the uncontrollable sobs and tears.
" I'm s-s-sorry. I'm not u-s-usually like t-t-his." Ila wiped the tears from her face. She was shocked she she saw him pull out a handkerchief and hand it to her.
" Thank you."She wiped her tears and gave him a sad smile. She handed the piece of cloth back to him.
" Your very welcome." The man placed the cloth back in his suit jacket. He looked her over and found her very attractive. Her pale skin, brown hair, and hazel eyes made her a classic beauty. Normally he found the exotic beauties more his type but there was something about her that he found more attractive than the other woman he was attracted to. Her accent was thick and he knew that it came from France.
" I really am sorry. I have just been holding it in all day and I don't think the tequila helped me." Ila pushed the bottle away from her. She was definitely done.
" Its quite all right. I understand the need for alcoholic therapy every now and then. But sometimes I find it more helpful to talk about what is bothering me." The dark haired man offered. She knew that talking to him probably not the smartest seeing as he was a complete stranger but something inside her felt like he would understand.
"Growing up I was kept locked inside my childhood home. Then when my mom died my father shipped me to France to live with distant cousins. Growing up there was worse than being locked inside of my house. They treated me poorly and never let me just be. I thought that once I turned eighteen I would be able to come back home. My dad refused to let me come back. That was the last time I saw him. Then just before I turned twenty I met this guy he was so nice and sweet. I fell in love with him. We were going to run away together. My dad called me and we got into this really big fight. I wanted to leave my cousins. But he didn't want me to. I said some things I wish I didn't. That was the last time I talked to him." Ila tossed back another shot. She relieved those memories.
" Why don't you talk to your dad." The man suggested.
"That's not gonna happen." She poured the last of the tequila into the shot glass and downed it.
They sat in silence and looked at each other. She knew that her next action was going to lead to something she most likely was going to regret it the morning. But she was slightly tipsy and he was a gorgeous man who she knew found her attractive. She needed some type of distraction and he was definitely one of the better looking ones.
" I know this is a little forward but I find you extremely attractive and need something to distract me from the mess that is my life right now. I have a hotel room not far from here." Ila got up and picked up her purse before giving him a look and walking out the door. She walked slowly down the street waiting to see if he would follow. She was halfway to the hotel when she felt his hand on her wrist.
"Are you sure?" The man asked and she wasn't the least bit surprised. He seemed to be a real gentleman. He even carried a handkerchief with him. Not many men did that these days.
" If I wasn't sure I wouldn't have asked." Ila grabbed his hand and they walked in silence to her hotel room. The air between them was charged.
Entering the hotel room Ila wasn't sure how this was supposed to happen. While she wasn't a virgin she had only ever had one sexual partner. She never had been one to participate in meaningless one night stands. She wasn't that type of girl. Well until tonight. She didn't even know his name and in a way she didn't want to. This was just a distraction not a budding relationship. She couldn't consciously enter in a relationship knowing that at the end of her revenge plan she might just die. That would be unfair to him.
Lifting her eyes to his everything she was thinking was pushed to the back of her mind. All she could focus on was his dark eyes gazing at her with desire. Shutting the door she pulled him farther into her room before reaching up and fusing her lips with his. His lips were soft and tasted of the alcohol he was drinking at the bar. She pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders and ran her hands down his back over his dress shirt. She could feel his hand undo the hair band that held her wavy hair back from her face. If there was one thing that was sure to turn Ila on it was having a man run his hands through her hair.
Everything was heightened for her. She felt like she was burning on fire. Everywhere his hands touched left a flame of desire. It didn't take long to shed both of their clothes and fall onto the bed. It was like there was nothing in the world but the two of them. Ila didn't understand what was going on. This deep intense connection she felt with this man was unlike anything she had ever felt.
When his lips found her pulse point on her neck a moan was pulled from her mouth. This man sure knew what he was doing. Moving his lips from her neck they moved lower and stopped at her breast. Ila loved everything he was doing but she wasn't a selfish lover and she wanted to share her pleasure. So she used her magic to flip them over so he was on his back and she was straddling him. She met his eyes and gave a small smile. His eyes were dark and filled with desire. Her lips met his once more and she ran her hands down his chest. He had a wonderful body. So hard and warm. It didn't take her long to move her lips from his mouth to his neck and then down his chest stopping just below his belly button.
Ila let out a little shriek when she felt herself being flipped over back onto her back. She parted her legs wider so he could rest between them. The four play was over and she was beyond ready to feel him inside her. He was looking down into her eyes asking a silent question. Her replay was a simple movement of her hips and a smile. When he surged forward and entered her she let out a gasp. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. They moved their hips in rhythm to each other. It was intense and passionate.
Ila wanted to know if he was felling the same way so she used her magic to link their mind and body's. She felt his desire and enjoyment. When he suddenly stopped she looked at him but he just kissed her and resumed his thrusts. It didn't take much longer for her to reach her peak. When she did she let out a silent scream. He wasn't far behind her and when he was done he gently moved from on top of her to lay next to her.
"You're a witch." It wasn't a question.
" What? How?" Ila was confused. He shouldn't have been able to tell.
" I have been with my fair share of witches to know when one of them is using magic on me." Ila felt a little jealous to know that he had obviously been with quite a few witches to know when one was using magic durning sex.
"What are you?" She knew he had to be something supernatural to know of witches. She was starting to get agitated.
" I'm an Original." Elijah watched as she jumped out of the bed and raised her hand before he fell off the bed onto the floor holding his head.
" No. You can't be." This was bad for her. She just slept with the very creature who destroyed her life. In her distraction Elijah used his super speed to pull on his pants and shirt. He walked towards her which caused her to tense up and back away.
" My name is Elijah Mikaelson." Ila couldn't believe it.
" You need to leave!" Ila wanted him away from her. She couldn't believe she had sex with a vampire the very monster she was set out to destroy.
" What?" Elijah had never been told to leave. This wasn't normal for him. Especially after he just had sex with her.
" I said you need to leave. Right now." Things were going to hell in a hand basket. He just stood there looking at her. " LEAVE" with that she summoned her magic and opened the door and threw him out of it before locking it and placing a spell so he would not be able to enter. " Fuck!"