(1) Bloodlines: The Curse (A Vampire Dairies Fanfiction)

24. Reality Check

The thoughts in her mind were racing. Everything felt conflicted, and she didn't know what to listen to. Alex didn't know if she wanted to cry or laugh. Did she hate Elijah or crave more of him? Would everyone hate her because of her choices? It all ran through her mind, and she just wanted it to stop. But it wouldn't.

Alex could still feel the burn of Elijah's hands on her skin, the taste of his tongue, the way his firm body was pressed against hers, and it made her hot. She was turned on just by the thought of him, and knowing he was just outside the door made her body want him. And that desire made her hate herself. James was the man she loved, the person she was supposed to desire and crave, but not anymore. From the moment Alex first felt that attraction to Elijah, he had clouded every one of her senses. Alex had let herself forget who she was and had given in to her desires, and now she wanted nothing but to take them back.

Alex had pulled herself off the floor to splash some water on her face. Her cheeks were red, her appearance ruffled, and she had to fix her bra. Alex had quivered when she noticed the marks on her skin. Her breast, the one Elijah had sucked and nibbled, was covered it small marks. As was her shoulder. Alex clenched the sink as her body flushed at the memory of his mouth on her. She squeezed her thighs together and glared at herself in the mirror. She didn't know the person before her, not this weak-willed horny woman who wanted to be defiled by a vampire of all things. She had to get out of there.

The knock on the door made Alex jump. She clenched the sink as she spun to face the door and frowned when the voice she heard wasn't Elijah.

"Miss Alexandra? Mr Mikealson asked me to bring you your things. I've left them on the bed for you when you are ready, along with your phone and car keys."

Alex swallowed. "Thank you."

She heard a shuffle of steps and then the clicking of another door. It had to be the housekeeper Elijah had mentioned, Mary. And if he had asked Mary to bring up her things, then he wasn't in the bedroom anymore.

Alex pushed away from the sink and opened the door. The bedroom was void of Elijah, and as Mary said, her pants and jack and boots were sitting on the bed. Alex reached for her pants and pulled them on, noticing the messed bed sheets and the damp patch in the centre. She paused and swallowed, her heart thumping again. Alex shook her head and finished getting dressed before grabbing her phone. It was low on battery, but enough it should survive until she got home. There was only one message, and that was from Elena. Please come home soon. Alex slipped her phone into her back pocket and grabbed her keys. She needed to leave.

The door out of the bedroom led to a hallway that had a few other doors, all of them were closed as Alex passed, and she stopped as she came to a landing. Alex headed down the stairs and felt relief when she saw the front door. As she pulled it open and saw her car waiting, Alex heard her name.

"Alexandra?" It was Elijah.

Alex ran for her car, which was stupid considering Elijah could easily beat her, but it didn't stop her. As Alex started her car, she looked up to see Elijah standing in the doorway; confusion filled his face. Alex found herself staring at him for a moment. Should she really just leave? What had happened wasn't exactly his fault; Alex had been the one to kiss him first, she could have asked him to stop at any moment, but she hadn't. Alex felt a new layer of guilt about Elijah; she felt like she was hurting him.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Alex held back more tears that wanted to fall. The desire to run back to him weighed heavily, but she couldn't give in to it.

Alex pulled away from Elijah's home. Glancing back in her rearview mirror as she headed down the drive, she saw Elijah watch her drive away, and she hated herself even more.