Throughout my childhood I was fascinated by fantasy world. Vampires, werewolves, witches, demons, angels, mermaids, fairies you name it I know it; movies, books, fanfictions I have gone through it all. I was even aspiring to become a occult teacher...
"Why are you here Elijah?" "I came to find you Bonnie." "And why is that?" "Why not? A young, beautiful, witty witch like yourself is alone on this very night. Such a pity, isn't it?"
"You! Why are you here?" Bonnie asked, anger evident in her face. Granted he deserves her anger after what he did to her, but it is still a strange situation for him to be in. Studying her further, he takes in her heart shaped face, her dark purple dress that brings out her best features, and he finds himself completely enamoured by her. Even more so when seconds later his entire body feels as though it's being pulled apart and he is unable to do anything but fall to his knees because of the excruciating pain.
"What do you want?" she stops her attack on him. "I won't ask a second time."
Is it wrong that he finds the angry torture-issuing version of her extremely sexy? Elijah thinks as he gets back on his feet. "I came to apologize for what happened two months ago, may I come in?" He pleads calmly.
Bonnie's POV :
I only told him we should hang out sometime to be polite I didn't think he would really come knocking on my door, damn it. Anyway I let him in. He comes in like he owns the place and goes straight for my whiskey collection. The nerve of this man.
He explains that the call that day had been of his informers. He said that it was a family situation and since we agreed to keep our identities secret at that time he didn't find it appropriate to elaborate so he left like that. He's very apologetic about leaving me like that and he'd like to make up for it just like he promised. He likes to keep his words and since he met me again he definitely plans on fulfilling the promise.
I didn't care what he wanted to do. I wasn't interested in the least. "You know I can be quiet persuasive with my mouth Bonnie, you can be sure of that since you have experienced it yourself." He said smirking. A smirk also formed on my lips. "Touché."
"You and I are unfinished business and I don't believe in regrets. So say yes Bonnie. We both know you want to," he said as memories of all the fun they had that night and what more they could've had if not interrupted by the call flooded his mind.
"Fine," I agreed with a, I could give a fuck, shrug. "But it depends on your performance tonight." He nodded his head, willing to take advantage of any opening no matter the size. "Give me your mobile phone and I'll program in my number. Call me later for we have much to discuss."
"Get freshen up miss Bennett I'll be back in an hour for our date. I plan to make tonight memorable for you. PS don't change the dress it looks breathtaking on you."
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After an hour I'm all ready. He comes in with flowers.
Elijah's POV :
He leads her to a small table in a quiet restaurant. A late hour for dinner, most of the tables are empty. He pulls out her chair. She sits. He sits across from her. The only light is from a few well placed candles. A waiter approaches and, without saying a word, pours them wine and leaves the bottle. No menus. He has ordered for them in advance. There will be no interruptions from wait staff aside from the bringing and clearing of the courses.
He watches as she sips the wine. She notices, a shy smile slips out of her full lips. He loves watching her. He smiles warmly back as if to comfort her. It does. She begins to enjoy his gaze soaking it in. Feeling his eyes move over her. From her eyes to her nose, cheeks, lips. The curve of her neck. Slope of her shoulders. Her chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out from her dress. She blushes while sipping wine.
They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other's eyes. She can feel his desire, he can hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.
They barely notice the waiter as he places the first course between them. A simple plate of fruit and cheese. He watches her as she eats. Calmly bringing each morsel to her lips. He marvels at the pleasure she takes from each bite. Her face amazingly expressive. Every bite as if she is tasting for the first time.
She gazes at him over her glass as she sips her wine. She knows he is watching her. She slips a grape between her lips. Smiles coyly as her teeth crush the skin, exploding the juices into her mouth. She reaches for a strawberry. He deliberately snatches it just as her fingertip touches the ripened fruit. He grins as he takes a large bite. She offers her most convincing pout. He smiles affectionately and feeds her the rest. Her eyes smile back at him.
They continue on. Refilling their wine glasses and eating slowly. Just enough to keep the wine from going to their heads. They do not speak.
Time stands still. Stopping just for them. An eternity to enjoy each other's company. He watching her. She being watched. Anyone could see the energy between them. It can be felt. Something surreal is happening at that table. To them, it is completely natural, existing at that moment in their own universe.
The dinner plates arrive. They share each others meals. His rich and heavy. Hers lighter, bold. They eat slowly but heartily. Sipping wine throughout. Savouring the unique yet complimentary flavours. They eat in silence. Feasting off each other's forks until hardly anything is left. Their meals devoured. Their bellies growing heavy. Their appetites nearly satiated.
A single dessert to share. A single spoon. He feeds her a small bite. Creamy and rich. She can't help but smile with pleasure at the sweetness. Her innocent pleasure makes its way across the tiny table, straight into his heart. He can't help but be smitten by her again? He takes a large bite with the enthusiasm of a child. She laughs quietly at his playfulness.
Another bite for her. Larger than the first. Some is left on her lips. He planned that of course. She knows it. He reaches towards her before she can raise her napkin. But his reach is not for her lips. He puts his hand softly on her cheek and leans toward her. She leans toward him. He kisses her softly. Tasting the sweetness of the dessert mixed with the sweetness of her.
After they part he rises from the table and steps over to her. Holds out his hand. She takes his hand and rises. Letting him lead her away. No need to settle the check. It has been taken care of. They cross the room to the open door. The air is still warm. The clear sky speckled with stars. The full moon lights the path ahead of them. He takes her arm in his and they walk. He takes her home. He bends down to kiss her once more. He puts her hands around his neck, and she looks up at him with those sparkling eyes. He kisses her forehead. Nose. Lips. They kiss playfully, eagerly. Lips smiling. Tongues playing. Eyes laughing. His hands on the back of her neck. Holding her close to him. Afraid to let her go.
They kiss until nearly out of breath. Parting with quiet laughter, she takes his hand and starts walking to the bedroom. She is radiant and he is captivated. The scent of her is intoxicating. He wants to bury his face in her and just inhale the aroma. He puts his hands on her waist and gently kisses the curve where her neck meets shoulder.
She can feel his breath on her neck. His body close to hers. She is suddenly nervous. He can feel her breathing change. His hands move up her back. He pulls the zipper of her dress down slowly. Kisses her softly between the shoulder blades. She lets her dress fall to the floor.
He pulled her to the edge of the table and ground onto her. She gasped and gripped the edge as he settled himself between her legs. She cradled his hips with her thighs. The familiar feeling from that night resurfacing once again.
He leaned over her, taking his clothes off in a flash. She grabbed his hair and dragged him down, pressing all her soft, lush curves against his body. Her skin was hot and damp. He kissed her ear, as he said, "I don't want either of us to ever forget this night."
She answered by plastering her mouth on his and kissing him as he zoomed them to the bed.
She was twisting from one side to the other, her hands gathering up the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and it seemed her whole body grew pink, and the buds on her breasts looked as hard as if they were tiny stones. He could not resist them. He bit at them with his teeth, playfully, not hurting her. He licked them with his tongue, and then he licked her sensitive spot, too, and as she struggled, and blushed and moaned beneath him, he mounted her, slowly.
Again she arched her back. Her breasts were suffused with red. And as he drove himself into her over and over again, he felt her shudder violently with unwilling pleasure.
An awful cry was muffled by the hand over her mouth; she was shuddering so violently it seemed she all but lifted him on top of her.
Bonnie's POV :
Everything around them fades away. They are in their universe. Locked in a kiss as they were coming down from the high. Time standing still....
"You are tantalizing me."He breathes me in and kisses me on my collarbone, when his phone rings. Without a second thought he answers the phone leaving me breathless, wanting and disappointing me at the same time. Jumbling of so many emotions, argh!
"Ha hah, haH... you are so frustrating. Get the hell out of here. Get out, Elijah." I say taking my clothes to walk into the washroom slamming the door on my way.
When I come out of there fully dressed, he's really gone. God he pisses me off. I'm never ever ever getting with him again. Ever.. Fuck!!!
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Rose was bitten yesterday. I don't know how she provoked them? Rose got onto the tomb finding Damon. Elijah got all of them out and compelled Katherine to stay put. She has vervain so it can't be done. But why is she staying? What is she thinking?
Rose killed a guy. Damon killed Rose after giving her a beautiful dream. With enough doom, gloom and personal growth for one night he grew up a little bit emotionally and now is unstable. Again. Andie Star will do him some good.
John is back. Jules is trying to take Tyler away. She's making all sorts of stuff up.
I was talking to Slater about collecting the dark objects around the world when I started feeling uncomfortable, shivering and cold sweats. Someone is drawing from me, someone is calling me. Caroline!!! I draw a speed rune on my shoes hastily and ran towards the direction the feeling is coming from.
Damon and Stefan both approach Jules with Tyler. Stefan tries to make peace, but when that fails, Damon offers his "bloodier" method.
Jules then calls on her wolf friends and although Damon and Stefan are outnumbered, they still manage to kill more of the wolves. Tyler releases Caroline from the cage, but hesitates as Jules has Caroline at gunpoint. As Stefan and Damon are about to get staked, I arrived on time and subdue them. All of them fainted from the excruciating pain I've put them through. Martin senior is a step too late but still he came to help so I thanked him on behalf of everyone.
I float-carried the alive ones with me. These disobedient bunch needs to be punished. Hmm Brady will be the one for the sacrifice, this sadistic bastard is just right. Although Jules is a bitch, she isn't like him and doesn't deserve to die. Yet. They'll make a lovely gift for Klaus.
These two days I'm traveling to see my Grams. She's beyond happy to see me. She's excitedly telling me of all the places she's been to. The food. The people. All of them has become a part of her new life and I was eager to know more about it. We played, ate good food, visited the beach, had fun. I told her about my recent experiences. Walking on the empty beach, hearing the roaring waves we talked till midnight.
Next I persuaded her to teach me about transformation magic. I really want to try shape shifting. Running with the wolves. Flying with the birds. Swimming with the fishes of the ocean. Wow.
She rummerged through her old collection and finally handed me two books. One for transforming my own body and the other is to turn someone else into something. After studying for a full day and night I got the theory part done. Now time for practice.
After practicing for half a day I can only change a part of my body whereas with someone else I cant even do that. Well practice makes perfect and victory smiles upon the diligent. I'll practice hard so by the next 2-3 full moons I can have the ability to turn into a werewolf and run with him.
