accession | e. m.

book two of Adelia Laurentis series

chapter | 1

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... continued from Destined

"Greeting sire," Tristan de Martel said looking at Elijah.

"Oh holy hell. Not again," Rafael exclaimed.

"It's been a long time hasn't it, Elijah?" The first sired asked the Original.

"Certainly, Tristan," Elijah quipped with an impassive expression.

"And you must be Adelia Mikaelson, my sire's wife," he grinned while staring at the witch.

Adelia took a step forward with a smile and extended her hand. "I go by Adelia Laurentis, Mr. de Martel. Excuse our appearances, you caught us at an inopportune moment."

"You are just as charming and disarmingly beautiful as my sister described you to be, Mrs. Mikaelson," Tristan said placing a kiss on her hand.

"You would then also know that compliments do not sway me."

"What do you want Tristan?" Elijah asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Just a little persuasion for the greater cause," the man replied as the Original and his wife exchanged curious glances.

"Hop on. We know just the perfect place," Rafael echoed from behind them and Adelia took the car keys from him.

Elijah stepped back as Rafael took the backseat and Adelia slid behind the wheel. Looking at the cars in front of her, she waved her hand as they instantly skittered off the road surprising the group. Changing the gears, she revved up the accelerator before zooming away leaving them to follow.

As the couple waited in the club, now all tidied up, Tristan entered and took a seat across them.

"It is not polite to leave your company behind," he smiled.

"Neither is interrupting their day without an appointment," Adelia said, returning the smile. "Now kindly come to the point, we have no time to spare."

"I wonder how you and Mr. Desmond entered this place? The boundary spell is very specific to our sireline and I always believed that you were sired by Klaus," Tristan hummed in thought.

"On that, you might need to reinforce a better boundary spell. It wore off too easily," she replied, her eyes twinkling in mischief.

"I'll be sure to remember that, Mrs. Mikaelson."

"Call me Ms. Laurentis," Adelia offered.

"One might think you are ashamed of your relations to the people of your marital name," he said and Elijah silently narrowed his eyes at the vampire.

"I have my own identity, Mr. de Martel. I do not need the name Mikaelson to define who I am," she answered, tilting her head, "One might think you have quite an attachment to the status the name provides. Should I be made aware of something?"

The smirk playing on the sireling's lips disappeared and he quickly changed the topic. "Elijah, you are aware of how your founded organization is at its glory, I was wondering if your friend Mr. Desmond would be willing to join us."

"And you came to us because?" Elijah asked in contemplation.

"I am finding him very stubborn to refuse such an opportunity. You two are the ones he's always around, maybe you'll be able to convince him," Tristan smirked.

"I will say this just once, Tristan. Stay away from him. I hardly care for your affiliation to my husband or his to your narcissist organization. Anything happens to Rafael or you try approaching him, I will end you and I promise a very painful death," Adelia punctuated her words.

Suddenly Aya stood beside Tristan as she observed the threat.

"Ms. Al-Rashid, I am glad to see you. You appear to be a logical woman, please make your leader understand the pros and cons of approaching my brother. If he appears anywhere in the vicinity to him, I do know where Ms. de Martel is," the heretic smirked as Tristan got up immediately, glaring at her.

Elijah followed Adelia, standing beside her. "You heard her. As much as I once loved the organization I built, I find it difficult to refuse my wife under most circumstances. If she desires to wish death upon you, I will gift her your heart."

"And here we were all under the impression that your family meant the most to you. Isn't that why you abandoned us?" Aya said looking at Adelia, "me?"

"My wife is my family, Ms. Al-Rashid, including Mr. Desmond. The good I envisioned for Strix has nothing to do with my abandonment. I do not see how it really stood for what it was created for."

"And you still let your wife challenge us even after knowing what we are capable of?"

"Capable of?" Elijah humored, "Are you threatening my wife, dear?" Getting no response from either of his sirelings, he continued, "Adelia will challenge whoever she sees fit. I may no longer hold much interest in your little terror organization but I am not blind, and any methods of persuasion will result in your death."

Adelia grabbed his fingers and turned to walk out when various men stood up surrounding them. Elijah turned to look at Tristan with a smirk.

Walking towards his first sireling, the Original put a hand in a man's chest tearing out his heart before dropping it to his feet. Aya came to stand in front of him and Elijah grabbed her shoulder to move her aside. Looking down at Tristan, the oldest vampire took the man's handkerchief, cleaning his bloodied hand as the men around them dropped with a thud.

"Thank you, Adelia," Elijah told his wife while never averting his gaze from Tristan. He glanced at Aya and then put the untidy handkerchief in his sireling's pocket. "Do not challenge me."

With a sly smile, he stepped back and took Adelia's hand before exiting the room.

Tristan looked at the carnage and pursed his lips. Taking his phone out, he dialed a number and waited. As the voice of the attendant spoke her words, the man immediately ordered, "Connect me to Lucien. We are due for a chat."

Rafael stood leaning against the car as the couple swiftly exited the building. As they stepped out of the door, Adelia grabbed Elijah's wrist making them stop. She touched the boundary spell with her hands and closed her eyes as the spell started getting siphoned off. The Original looked around to make sure no one noticed as her palm stopped glowing.

"I do not like his inquiries," the witch said as they made their way down the stairs.

"Neither do I, my love."

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January 1862 | Cloverville

A shot echoed the garden of the Laurentis house as Adelia punched in the bullets in the pistol before firing simultaneous shots.

Rafael groaned into the pillow listening to the sounds and looked outside to see the sun coming up the horizon. He got up and opened his window to spot her.

"Innocent ones are trying to sleep, Lia! I will confiscate that bloody thing from you," he yelled at her and she rolled her eyes before firing a shot that hit the target perfectly.

"Of course! But I don't see an innocent one around here, my lord," Adelia quipped and put the gun in her boots before walking away.

"You are a menace. I pity your future husband," he shouted coming down the staircase when she entered the house.

"I pity you altogether. That personality is such a burden to carry," the witch replied with a smile.

"Sweetheart, this face is everything," Rafael said gesturing to his features. "It's different and ladies crave this."

"My desire to annihilate you is what keeps me going."

The man joined her on the sofa and smirked before moving closer.

"I have information. Two leads," he whispered, putting a crumpled note in her hand.

Adelia looked around and read the note before looking at her friend. "Alexandria is mine. Father won't be suspicious of the trip," she replied making him grin.

"I believe Texas is mine then," Rafael nodded.

"Adelia. Rafael," Arnold entered the parlor, greeting the two as he hurriedly scrambled for his coat.

"Where are you off to, father?" She asked while helping him put it on.

"The General has called for a meeting. The war is getting on my nerves," the patriarch answered.

"Why was I not invited?" Rafael inquired with a frown.

"To keep you out of the General's sight. You are young and he'd want soldiers to recruit. You, my son, are definitely not going. Not for the wrong fights," Arnold sent a hesitant smile to the man who nodded gratefully.

"Father, I have some work in Alexandria," Adelia informed her father and fixed his collar.

"Well, I cannot stop you. If you must, then you will. But any sign of danger and you will immediately return," he finished with a firm tone.

"Thank you, Padre," she smiled and kissed his cheek in farewell. Arnold patted her head before leaving the house.

Rafael turned to Adelia with a smirk. "I shall arrange the carriages. Get dressed."

...

"Rudy!" A woman whistled coming out of the house, "Rudy. Come on! It's too hot to make me come looking for you." She bent down to pick up a toy and turned around when a man suddenly appeared in front of her.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," Klaus sweetly conveyed.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"Yeah, my car hmm, my car ran out of gas a couple of miles back. Eh, I feel like I've been walking forever. Yours is the first house I come to, so I was just hoping I could use your phone?"

"Don't you have a cell phone?" The woman questioned suspiciously.

"Huh, yeah..." the hybrid took out his phone from pocket, "battery died. Look, I promise I'm not a serial killer. I just wanna use your phone," Klaus finished.

"Sure," she sighed audibly.

"Soo, I can come in?" He requested.

"No, I'll get the phone and I'll bring it out to you," the woman now eyed him warily.

A crease appeared on Klaus' forehead, "I thought you country folks were supposed to be more trusting."

"I'm from Florida."

"Well, that explains it," he grabbed her throat and compelled her. "Now show me a little southern hospitality, sweet pea."

"I bet you a hundred dollars that dog ran off to a house with air conditioning," another woman in the kitchen countered and she turned to see her friend sobbing as Klaus entered the kitchen holding her by the nape. "What's going on?"

"Please don't be alarmed. I was told Ray Sutton lives here," the hybrid said.

"He's almost never here. He's on the road mostly," the second woman answered.

"But I expect he makes it home, once a month. That's what I thought. Where is he now?" He questioned and did not get an immediate answer. "If I have to make you tell me it's going to be infinitely more painful for you. Hmm." A smile appeared on Klaus' face.

The woman taking the chance ran out of the kitchen and opened the front door where Stefan stood, effectively blocking the doorway.

The hybrid appeared with the first woman behind her. "I love it when they run!" He exclaimed.

"He's in Toll. It's near the border. A bar called Southern Comfort. It's on Highway 41," she relented, answering his questions.

"Thank you, my love," he petted the hair of the woman in his arms, "Now, may my friend come in?"

"Yes," the first woman agreed in tears and her friend looked terrified. Stefan entered and Klaus pushed the woman to him.

"Kill this one quickly," the Original ordered, gesturing towards the first woman, "and make that one suffer. I'll be in the car,"

Klaus grinned leaving the women to a ripper's mercy as the shouts echoed throughout the house while the hybrid walked to his car with a smile on his face.

...

A month earlier

"All the best," Adelia's voice came from behind her and the redhead perked up before turning around.

"You are really here," Jenna said, astonished.

"You did request my presence and unless you want to kick me out, I would rather prefer a front row seat," the witch smiled as she was engulfed into a hug. "How's your training coming along?"

"Fine. Dealing with rebellious teens is not fun at all. Elena is crazy for a ripper Stefan, and Jeremy has developed a self-obsession to the point where he talks to himself."

"Must be a teen phase," she humored. "How's Alaric?"

"We are currently on a break. My emotions are haywire with partial control over bloodlust. I think I need time for myself to adjust to everything before I indulge in romance."

"That's a very fair point with a logical approach. You are doing great," Adelia remarked.

"How was your trip?" Jenna questioned and the witch suddenly fidgeted.

Adelia gave a hesitant smile, "No, first tell me where's my seat?"

...

After some time, a woman walked inside, opening the front door. Her heels clicked against the floor when she stopped on her tracks seeing the dead bodies.

"Ripper of Monterrey. How liberal of you, Niklaus?" Adelia walked around to check everything and swiftly made her exit. As she stepped out, her gaze fleeted towards a yellow Labrador retriever sitting on the porch.

"And who are you?" The heretic crouched down and patted his head, guessing him to be not more than a year old. "Your owners are long gone, my love, and you are all alone now," she brushed his fur coat getting a whine of approval from the canine. "It turns out I am running low on family members and you need one. We two can give each other company. Come." Adelia picked the dog up in her arms and swiftly walked towards the car.

"What is that?" Elijah immediately questioned when the dog appeared in his sight.

"Canis familiaris or more commonly known as a domestic dog. I reckon he is a labrador retriever and almost a year old," she explained, sitting inside the car.

"And what is the mammal doing here?"

"Your brother's ripper killed his owners. I suppose he'll stay with us. I haven't had a pet, ever!" Adelia cooed, petting his neck as the dog rested his head on her lap.

"Is the pet necessary?" Elijah sighed and pinched his forehead.

"Absolutely! He is so adorable and I couldn't deny his puppy eyes," she pouted and picked up the animal to face her husband. "Hii, some mutant hybrid came and killed my servants. I hereby command that you adopt me. I'll be the best well-behaved, calm, nurturing dog ever. Please, Elijah," the witch made big puppy eyes, unnerving the Original who exhaled before starting the ignition.

"He better not shed on my suits and stays out of our room."

Some minutes later, Adelia scrolled through her phone as a notepad sat on her lap, the dog staring at them from the backseat.

"He needs dog food, bowls, leash, tags, collar," the witch wrote them down and looked at her phone again, "toothbrush, normal brush, toothpaste, toys." She smiled at the list and turned around to look at the dog, "I will get you the fuzzy warm toys, Asher."

"You have named him too. Wonderful," the Original uncharacteristically rolled his eyes.

"Stop being the antagonist in a dog's tale," Adelia commented glaring at him and Elijah pursed his mouth. "He also needs to get vacci–"

"Why don't you write them down instead?" He suggested.

"Good idea, it's not as if I am going to give him a bath with your hair products. He might go bald within days," she mused.

Elijah turned his head to stare at her in disbelief.

The creature sitting at the backseat knew he was not going to get along with that human, not anytime soon. Befriending a potential threat was simply beneath him. He barked in agreement to his thoughts and Adelia caressed his head with a smile. Yes, he did like the other human; she was very sweet.

...

Stefan sat at a table across the wall where the werewolf Ray was chained with darts all across his body. The ripper stirred a glass of drink containing wolfsbane with a dart and swiftly aimed it at the wolf who groaned in pain when it pierced his body.

"Ray, you can end this right now. Just tell me where your pack gathers for the full moon," the Salvatore offered.

"I can't," the wolf denied, unwilling to betray his pack.

"I know, I know. You live by a code and all that, but see he's not gonna let me stop until you tell me. And I do whatever he says so, that's the way it goes around here," he informed nodding towards Klaus who was watching the entire thing when a woman walked over to the hybrid.

"Hello, Mr. Klaus. I have some more information for you," she said and Stefan walked over to hear it closely. "You told me to tell you if I saw anything. I saw the guys spotted Damon at the farmhouse and Mrs. Mikaelson was seen not far from here."

"Well, thank you, Claudine. It seems dear Adelia is finally in the game after my heartfelt request. You'll just tell your friends to keep up the good work or they're gonna watch her," the girl walked away as Stefan came up to Klaus.

"My brother still on our trail?" He asked.

"He's getting closer, I'm gonna have to deal with that," Klaus huffed, getting up.

Stefan grabbed his arm, "No, no, no! Let me handle it."

"Why should I let you leave?"

"Cause, you'll know I'll come back."

"Do I?"The hybrid questioned curiously.

"You saved my brother's life; I'm at your service," the Salvatore answered.

"Ah, you sound so tedious and indentured. Aren't you even having the least bit of fun?" Klaus pointed at Ray with a smile and Stefan immediately left, not wanting to answer.

"You lack innovation, Nik," Adelia walked in with a dog in her arms and Klaus smiled looking at her.

"Maeve, how are you?" He enthusiastically asked and then turned towards her companion, "and who is your new friend?"

"You have taken my family away from me."

"They are my family too and by blood and not by marriage. I get more rights," he wolfishly grinned.

"This new friend is Asher who you conveniently left behind with your ripper's latest victims," Adelia ignored his small talk and took a seat, placing the dog on the counter.

"I recall his name was Rudy," Klaus said.

Adelia pondered over it, "He loves Asher now, don't you darling?"Her fingers softly tickled the dog's fur and Asher whined happily.

"Come to check up on me? Elijah's influence I presume," the hybrid suggested.

"No, just following a trail."

"So he would thwart my domination plans?" The Original rolled his eyes.

"We helped you break the curse, Nik. Elijah wouldn't do that," she argued.

"Then maybe because he disapproves of my behavior," he happily sighed and she got up, "Where are you going?"

"Very thoughtful. No wonder I prefer Asher's company to yours."

"You are comparing me to a dog?" Klaus raised his brow.

Adelia shrugged. "Why not? You both bark now."

"I howl, love," he smirked as the witch rolled her eyes and picked up the dog, cradling him.

"Indeed, my assumption was wrong. Forgive me?" She suggested with a smile. "Dogs are very loyal, trustworthy and friendly and I see no trace of any of that in front of me."

"I am hurt, love," he mocked, holding his hand over his chest and she moved past him but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her in tracks. "When will I see you again?"

"When you decide to consider Elijah's offer," she glared at him, freeing her hand.

Klaus watched as she almost reached the entrance, "Maeve," he called out. Curiously she turned around to look at him. "Nothing."

With a pout, she left and kept Asher on the backseat, glancing at her husband. "Did you find anything?"

"The coffins are not with him. We shall follow," Elijah replied as they both turned to look at the entrance where Klaus stood, watching them impassively.

...

January 1862 | New Orleans

Elijah traced the ridges of a sapphire hairpin with extreme care, hoping to memorize everything. He by now knew every glint the gem had to offer as it reflected the candlelight flowing over the table. The way the light reflected off it seemed so surreal and innocent and he wondered whether she was still the same. It had been almost two years but the way her thoughts haunted him seemed as if it was only yesterday he had broken her heart.

The sound of approaching footsteps made him keep the pin inside the drawer and slide it shut. He looked up to see Sofia standing in the doorway.

"You never sleep," she said, walking inside and sat over the armrest of his chair.

"I am afraid I am feeling exhausted now. If you'll excuse me," Elijah replied, getting up and soon left the study.

Sofia watched him go before looking around and discreetly opened the drawer to find the sapphire pin taunting her. She picked it up to see it in the same state as it was two years ago. The Original favored the small object more than her.

She had learned it a long time ago that Elijah kept her around for her resemblance to the woman the pin belonged to. Maybe it was her hair. The witch was used to the vampire staring at her brown tresses with a morbid fascination.

"Well well, thinking of something, witch?" Klaus humored, leaning against the door.

Sofia quickly slid the pin in her pockets. "Nothing, Klaus. Were you hoping to find Elijah? He retired not too long ago," she said, giving him a small smile.

"I am certain the talk with my brother can wait. You were quite lost in thoughts. What if I might inquire?" The Original smirked.

"Nothing of importance," Sofia replied.

"Her name is Adelia," he told her, guessing her train of thoughts.

"Adelia?"

"The little witch Elijah used to fancy? For a nineteen-year-old, she had quite a captivating spirit, although now the twenty-one-year-old's beauty is something only a fool would disregard," Klaus smirked when he saw her crestfallen expression.

"Good night, Klaus," she muttered, not daring enough to glare at him.

Seeing Elijah reading instead of sleeping, Sofia walked towards the decanter to pour him a glass of drink. Turning her back to the Original, she filled the glass before unscrewing her ring to put a pinch of herb inside the alcohol.

Mixing it with practiced ease she had acquired from doing the same in the last two years, she handed the glass to Elijah who nodded thankfully before emptying it in one gulp.

The witch suspected if he had any hint of what she had been giving him all these years, but thinking of the woman named Adelia hardened her heart and she retrieved her coat and put it on.

"Mother must be awaiting my arrival. I shall take my leave," she said and Elijah looked up and nodded.

"Have a pleasant journey," he replied and gave her a reluctant smile.

...

"Okay, it's a three-step process, Ray. This is step one. I want you to drink from my wrist," Klaus informed Ray who was lying on the pool table.

"I already told you where to find the pack. What more do you want from me?"

"Have you been listening to a word I've been saying, Ray? I have great plans for you," the hybrid assured and cut his wrist and made the wolf drink his blood. "You'll thank me for it later, huh. There we go, attaboy!"

"What are you going to do now?" Ray asked just as Stefan arrived.

"It's time for step two, Ray," Klaus suddenly snapped his neck and looked at Stefan, "You're back."

"Did you doubt me?"

"Not for a second. I knew you'd pass the test. You still care for your brother, for your old life."

"Nah, I don't care about anything anymore," the Salvatore replied.

"You put on a good show Stefan. I almost believe you. Let's hope, for your brother's sake, he does. You never stop caring about family, do you? But, every time you feed, the blood makes it easier to let go," the hybrid hummed while examining the scene in front of him.

...

Back in her home as Sofia stood in front of the mirror, she retrieved the sapphire pin from her pocket, curiously staring at it. When her eyes brimmed with tears she didn't want to admit to, she put the pin in her hair and looked in the mirror.

She was still the same and not somebody else. The witch tilted her head side to side hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman Elijah saw in her. She was even wearing the sapphire pin and she should be seeing what he sees in that pin. Yet nothing happened.

Her involvement in the Original's life was all a set up for the greater good. The task the covens trusted her to do well and she was doing it, but it did not help that the Original was a very admirable man.

The wicked part of her wanted his love or even a sliver of affection that came from his heart and not of duty one expected from companionship. A part of her had come to love him and she didn't want to lose him to another witch whose little belonging the vampire cherished with all his heart.

But the glimmer of adoration with which Elijah always stared at the sapphire pin was magnanimous and she could almost feel her heart breaking at the notion of what would happen if the woman were to suddenly appear.

A knock came from her balcony door and Sofia turned around with a frown. She opened the door, walking outside when a hand grabbed her throat from behind and snapped her neck with a crack.

Klaus let the body dangle from his arms before he plucked out the sapphire pin from her hair. "I believe this doesn't belong to you," he said to her and threw the body down the balcony.

The conspirators they had finished two years prior were not the only one it seemed. It was an accident he caught the witch mixing something in his brother's drink and he did not even know how long she had been doing it.

It was not over yet and he once again contemplated the use of dagger on Elijah if things were to remain as it is. But he knew it not to be preferable in the long run with the ongoing Civil war.

The Original decided he will send his noble brother on a goose run for a cold trail while he handled and finished the conspirators behind his back. Last time Elijah's inclusion did not help when he instead found a new vulnerability in Maeve.

He should inform Marcellus to look for Elijah's way out of New Orleans until the task was completed. It was not the first time his brother was used as a pawn in an uprising and it sure wouldn't be the last.

...

Elijah unpacked their bags and peeked inside the new packages to see numerous items for Asher. He kept them aside and removed his tie when Adelia emerged from the bathroom with the dog in her arms, wrapped in a towel. She kissed the dog's head and rubbed him with the towel, sitting on the couch.

"We will get him to the vet tomorrow," she said.

"Oh, is my hair product rendering him bald, my love?" The Original quipped sitting beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"He needs fur insurance before I test it on him, which I'd never," the witch told him."He is a cutie, I wouldn't want him to have a fringe hairstyle." She commented, referring to his fringes from some months back.

Elijah bit her shoulder playfully and she laughed before he pulled down her spaghetti strap to place kisses over her neck.

"We have a pet now," Adelia admonished him mischievously, "Kindly behave."

"That dog needs to go," he said and bit her earlobe when she looked at him.

"Fifteen minutes, I'll be in our room in fifteen minutes," she said breathlessly and Elijah pulled the towel over the dog's head before kissing her senseless.

...

Klaus returned home and ventured into the study as he stared at the pin in his hand. His other hand opened the drawer he had seen his brother always lurking around, and kept the sapphire jewel inside.

When he was about to close it shut, he stopped midway and pulled it open once again. His fingers slid a compartment of the drawer to the side as a picture of Adelia came into view. Closing the drawer with a loud bang, he left the room. He wondered if his brother's infatuation with the little witch will ever end.

...

A gasp fell out of her mouth as Adelia squirmed her shoulders, fingers tangled in Elijah's hair. He pushed her to lay on her back, the pillows not quite within reach before the older vampire caressed her foot to put it over his shoulder. He cupped her face which was tilted upwards in pleasure and once again touched his lips to her core, tasting her ruefully.

Elijah's teeth grazed her nub and her toes dug into his back as another moan echoed the room. He looked up at her and rolled her oversensitive clit with his index finger making her back arch in anticipation, her leg tightening around his neck.

"I told you to be quiet, my love. Twice," the Original said and she breathed deeply in response, his hot breath against her core making her squirm again.

"I am sorry," Adelia replied and tugged his hair to get him to continue.

"Are you?" He asked and got no answer from her, except a whine for her incompletion.

"I said I am sorry," she said in annoyance.

Suddenly she was turned over on her stomach with a squeak as Elijah pushed the peach dress over her hip exposing her bottom. He pulled her hips up and she steadied herself holding the headboard. Parting her legs, he caressed her clit once again as her hand clutched the board tightly, the other scrunching the feather pillow.

As a wave of orgasm started its way on her toes, Adelia barely heard the buckle being opened and a zipper swishing against the air before he entered her with a single thrust, the cold metal touching her heated skin.

The onset of pleasure cut midway when she was filled, Elijah pushed her legs more apart while holding her hips down as the minute surprising friction made way for the orgasm crashing upon her unexpectedly, her cries of pleasure muffled into the pillows. He pulled out before thrusting into her roughly, prolonging her pleasure when a groan fell from his lips, feeling her tight walls constricting around him.

The Original unbuttoned his shirt and continued to thrust into her hard. He angled her hips as his movement stuttered and he took a deep breath. He bunched up her dress and slowly pushed it above her head, trapping her wrists in its clothed grip before observing her stunning form under his command.

"How lovely my beloved looks when she surrenders to me," he muttered with a smile before giving a hard thrust making her clench around him and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. "You are all mine, aren't you?"

"Am I?" Her gasping voice answered.

"Oh, you are, my love. So beautiful and all mine," Elijah hummed caressing her lower stomach before he latched onto her shoulder and moans reverberated the room when he sped up his movements.

Outside, a disgruntled Asher continued staring at the closed bedroom door with a frown as he tilted his head in contemplation; maybe he needed better and more devoted servants.

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A/N: The first chapter of the second book Accession is up! First book Destined can be found on my profile.

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Fawad Khan as Rafael Desmond

Colin Firth as Arnold Warren Laurentis

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Eiza González as Adelia Laurentis

"You have ruined me, Elijah."

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Daniel Gillies as Elijah Mikaelson

"I don't want to let go."

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or any other characters. All rights go to Julie Plec and L. J. Smith. I only own my OCs.

Constructive comments are appreciated.