I have had many requests for this book, and I can assure you I am working on them but it will take some time because college is not sparing when it comes to homework. Here's Elijah (a request) to get you through the weekend! Xx

The town I arrived in was small and already consisted of quite a few vampires, I was safe here. At least for a few years until they found out. The bar was crowded with students and miserable adults. Music blared from the speakers and made the floor vibrate, I danced slowly on the dance floor. Males and females alike watched my sensual dance moves, eyeing my figure in the shortest, tightest black dress I could find.
"I haven't seen you in years." His voice was right by my ear and sent shivers down my spine. It had been 500 years since a voice had done that to me. His hands stroked down my arms as he danced with me.
I slowly turned around, twirling a strand of hair around my finger.
His brown eyes hadn't changed a bit as they looked down at me. "My dear, I feared I'd never see you again."
"It's been a while 'Lijah." I stepped closer to him, still dancing.
"Too long," he sighed, his hand tracing my spine.
I brushed a hand up his thigh, whispering in his ear. "Let's hope you haven't lost your touch."
Elijah's hand suddenly gripped my arse, pulling me close. "We'll see."
I traced my hands down his back into his pockets, mimicking his grip on me. My lips slowly brushed his neck before I pressed a kiss to his temple. "Maybe it's been too long, I might still not have forgiven you for leaving me last time..."
Elijah growled suddenly, his brown eyes now burning. "My interest has not quenched."
I smirked, pulling him closer with his back pockets as we swayed to the music. "What if I'm taken?"
Elijah twirled me around and then pulled me close. "I'll make you mine."
I danced away from him. "We'll see."
I turned quickly on my heel and walked down the corridor to the bathroom. Sure enough the door locked behind just as soon as I'd let go of it. Fierce brown eyes drank in my figure as Elijah slowly walked towards me.
I closed the space between us, gripping his tie and forcing him against the sinks. He would be at my mercy tonight. "You left me," I hissed, ripping his shirt open but leaving his tie on.
"I had no cho-"
I forced my lips against his, dragging my nails up his back. Elijah groaned in my mouth, his hands on my hips, pulling my against him. His bulge was against my left leg as I reached up and pulled off his tie along with his shirt.
Elijah spun us around, so I rested on the sink. He quickly pulled my dress further up, ripping my thong away. "I am so-"
I put a hand to his mouth, my other trailing down his abs. "I don't care." My hand reached his belt, opening it quickly along with his zipper. His trousers fell to the floor. Elijah's hands roamed over my breasts. I grabbed the top of his pants, placing my lips on his neck, biting before I slipped my hand underneath his boxers. The sound of them ripping echoed in the bathroom, bye Calvin Klein... I reached down for his length, kissing along his jaw as my hand took up a steady rhythm on his length. I stopped.
Slowly stroking his length once, I pressed kisses up his ear before nipping the lobe. "You seem frustrated, what's wrong 'Lijah?"
"Tease," he growled before he entered me, nails digging into my thighs.
I didn't hold back my moan. Whoever heard us wouldn't know me, but him...
Our lips collided again, teeth biting at lips and tongues fighting for dominance. He didn't hold back, each thrust entering deeper into me.
"'Lijah?" I hissed.
"Yes?" he grunted.
I tightened my legs around his waist before screaming his name as I came. Everyone must have heard that. And then I pulled away from him. I quickly untangled myself from him, speeding away from him and pulling my dress down, heading towards the door. "I may have to keep you waiting for another 500 hundred years..." I whispered, before patting down my hair and exiting the bathroom.
I perched back at the bar, summoning a bartender. "A Bloody Mary please, and put it on Elijah Mickaelson's tab."
A blue eyed, raven haired man smirked at me, then looked to my side. Elijah stood there, hair a mess and shirt ripped. And the bite mark on his neck was angry. Whoops...
"Left unsatisfied, Original?" The man laughed. "Give the lady a Bourbon on me, I've never seen him look so dis-shelved."
Revenge, it was sweet.
***
I must have been in the bar for two hours talking to Damon before I finally exited into the cold night air.
"My dear," was whispered from the darkness before I was pushed to the alley wall. Elijah glanced down at me, a red lace garment in his hand. "I believe you left this."
"Why thank you," I smiled, reaching for it.
Elijah moved it away, kneeling down and lifting up my leg. He kissed up my ankle, across my knee and up the inside of my thigh.
I bit back a groan.
He placed my pants back on, grinning up at me.
Elijah straightened up. "Now where were we before you so rudely left?"
I grabbed the remnants of his shirt and forced his lips against mine before His hand trailed up my ribs until it was around my throat. It wasn't in a threatening way, he held me there looking down into my eyes. "I am an Original and I won't be played with." His other hand now pulled up my dress and he slipped his fingers below my pant line. They immediately found my clit, a furious rhythm being started.
I titled my head back, moaning.
Elijah's teeth were in my neck before he pulled away just as I was about to come.
"I'm a gentleman most of the time, but not tonight mon amour," Elijah winked before walking off into the night. "It would seem ladies do not always come first," he called over his shoulder.
"Bastard!" I yelled after him, rearranging my dress. Turns out revenge goes both ways...

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