G R A C E L E S S

Sex, Vampires & Death

Elijah buried himself deep within her.

Even after she had gotten married he hadn't stopped his little games with her. No one knew what they did behind closed doors. Not even she did until he compelled her to remember. Remember him but forget her husband and the man she was in love with.

He had created this elaborate illusion in her mind that came to life late at night when her husband would attent court with his father.

For a few hours she was blissfully unaware that her life was one great lie.

Elijah was not her husband. He only wore a ring when he visited her chambers. And only because she asked about the ring on her finger that one time.

He spurred on, chasing his high and living in the moment of this perfect life he constructed.

As far as she was concerned, Elijah was her great love and husband.

The biggest deception was perhaps that she believed that her belly was swollen with his child. And him, being selfish, loved to pretend that the child was his.

Eventually when each of them was a big sweaty mess he would lay down next to her and run his hand over her belly.

"I love you, husband." She hummed quietly as she lay her head in his shoulder.

"I love you..." his fingers trailed softly over her collar bones "...my pretty little wife." Her soft smile was enough to make him grin like the fool in love that he was.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." She buried her face in his neck.

His hearing alerted him that Tristan was well on his way back to their chamber.

"I wish that too." He lifted her chin so she would meet his eyes.
"But it's time you take a bath and seduce Tristan when he enters your chambers. It's time to forget little princess."

With a kiss he was gone and Isabeau had no recollection of how she ended up in the bath tub. Her only thought was to get out and to seduce her husband.

"Wife." Tristan called out for her as he closed the door behind him.

"Husband." She emerged from the bathing chamber wearing a white robe that left nothing to his imagination.
The wet material cling to her shape and exposed her wanton breasts to him.

There was nothing more beautiful to him in the world than seeing his wife swollen with his child.

"I want you." She said softly while letting her robe fall from her figure.

In that moment, there was nothing that would stop him from taking his wife.

Except the damned page boy that knocked at his door.

"What is it?" He yelled towards the door as he walked up to his wife with a smirk.

"My lord, your father requests that you make your way down to the dungeons. He says that you would be interested to know what he has learned tonight."

"Tell him I'll be there in half an hour." He said a bit quieter this time while fondling his wife all over. The hazy look of lust that clouded her face was just too much for him to resist.

He kissed her with all the passion he possessed and she returned it to him with zeal.

"I swear if you were not with child already I would put another in your belly this instant."
He placed her on their neat bed with the full intention of ruining it.

Tristan loved the way she giggled.

No man could have ever loved a woman more.

The incessant knocking was ruining his mood.

"Hold on my love, I shall return even more ravenous for you." He sucked at her nipple and received a very lusty moan from her in return.

"Be quick." She begged desperately.

He only smiled as he left and closed the door behind him.

"Was it really so important?" He hissed at the Paige.

"I'm sorry my Lord, your father said that I was to knock until you answered." A loud slapping sound could be heard echoing through the corridor.

"You will never bother myself and my wife again, am I clear?" He seethed.

The paige could only nod and hold his cheek.

Tristan stormed down to the dungeon only to be met with his father and a chained up Lucien.

He smirked. He never liked Lucien. Not even as a child.

"So, you're finally down here where you belong." His grin grew manically.

"You won't be smiling once you realise why." His father said behind him.

"And why is that?" He turned to the stoic man.

"Because he was caught tonight leaving your wife's chambers."

Tristan went pale.

"It's not true!" Lucien begged.
"I was never there!" He had seen what Tristan did to men before, and feared for his life.

"You... you touched my wife..." Tristan drew a dagger and aimed it at his Adam's apple.

"Please! I never touched her!" His please we're becoming more and more frantic.

Niklaus listened from behind the door, tears springing to his eyes. He had just betrayed the only friend he'd had in a century to protect his brother. So that they could selfishly stay here.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

Klaus shut his eyes and remained concealed. The agonised cry of his friend nearly drove him to madness.

As the men left the dungeon, he crept in silently to help his friend.

Klaus set him free and laid his head on his lap, the gruesome sight of his friends face crushing his lungs.

He bit into his wrist and placed his dripping arm across Lucien's mouth.

"You'll be okay, just drink this."

His friend continued to slowly lose his mind, screaming from ear to ear, the droplets finding their way down his throat.

Lucien panicked at the feeling and struggled away from Klaus who was begging him to calm down.