So, here it is, my all-human Elejah AU.

I've taken some liberties with the Mikaelson family, Finn is the oldest, he's 32, married to Sage and a maths teacher (the most boring career I could think of), I doubt he'll show up much. Then there's Elijah, he's 30 (excluding flashbacks), a lawyer (human-Elijah is always a lawyer, it just fits him) and single, obviously. Then Klaus, 28, an artist, he'll show up in the next few chapters. Kol, 27, I don't know what to make him be, but he'll also show up eventually. Then Freya, (I know she's the oldest, but physically, her actor is the youngest excluding Henrik) she's 25, I have no idea what she could do for a living either, I'd love suggestions for both her and Kol. Rebekah, 23, college student and lastly Henrik, 16, high school student (he won't be in the story much, either). Parents, Mikael, 58, Politician, hard-arse father, super-conservative and Catholic (the reason he and Esther had so many kids), Esther, 54, teacher, stay-at-home mum (while her kids were young).

Elena is 24 (excluding flashbacks), a writer, she has a very popular children's book series which she writes and Jeremy illustrates for her. Caroline, 24, is an event planner and Bonnie, also 24, is a graduate student, she is studying history and occult studies. Jeremy is 22 and at art school, he's not with Bonnie (while I love Beremy and it's very sweet, I prefer Jeremy/Anna (what's their ship name?) and Kennett).

This is not for the faint of heart. It will have smut and swearing. A lot of smut, sorry... or not sorry, whatever.

I do not own The Vampire Diaries. I'm just borrowing the characters and putting them with who I think they belong in situations they will never be in.

Stuff written in italic is a flashback.

Read, enjoy and review.

Chapter 1

Everything Happens for a Reason

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"Well, well, well…" She heard a familiar voice say from next to her. She took her martini glass back from her lips and looked to her left. "I come in here for an after work drink and I run into my favourite freshman."

"Haha, Elijah," Elena replied, taking the olives out of her drink and slipping one off with her teeth. She chewed before continuing. "But you and I both know that I haven't been a freshman in years."

"Clearly," he said, his eyes roaming her body up and down. He then flashed her a smile, the one he gave her when he placed his jacket over her shoulders after some frat boy had drenched her with beer at that party they met at years ago. It still made her stomach somersault. "I was merely wondering what a lovely young lady like you was doing, drinking alone, on Valentine's Day?"

"I'm alone because I was asked out by someone, but he doesn't seem to be here yet. And I, thankfully, also managed to escape the blind-date-of-doom with my best friend's boyfriend's brother. Unfortunately, Bonnie wasn't so lucky." Elena drained her glass and Elijah signaled for the bartender to get two more of what they were drinking.

"Bonnie," Elijah said, a pensive look on his face, "She's the friend that's an event planner?"

"No, that's Caroline, the one setting up Bonnie," Elena nodded, taking the new drink. "Thanks," she smiled, eating an olive. Elijah watched her mouth with fascination.

"Then this man must not be a very good date," Elijah said with a smirk. "The one you're waiting for."

"Terrible," Elena laughed. "Horrid date, I deserve so much better."

"You do," he said. "Maybe I could persuade you to forget this… this fool, since that's clearly what he is, for standing you up and you could have dinner with me?"

"What, you don't have plans of your own?" She asked, pretending to be oblivious.

"I did, see I asked this insanely beautiful woman out. I've had something of a crush on her for years."

This was how they always interacted, flirting, but always casual. As if the heat was just below the surface, never having had the chance to boil over… until now.

She was only nineteen and Caroline, her best friend, had dragged her and Bonnie, her other best friend, out to some frat party. Caroline disappeared as soon as they got there and Bonnie had started talking to a guy from her Occult class. Elena had wondered off and ended up with some douche bag frat boy spilling his warm beer all over her white sweater. In hindsight, a white anything is probably not a good idea at any party, but still, Elena had cursed when she felt the liquid seep through the material and onto her skin. She ripped it off, still leaving her in her singlet and shivered, it was a little cold.

"Dick!" She yelled out at the departing back. She sighed, resigning herself to going home, there was some ice cream in the freezer, and perhaps she'll curl up and watch a movie and wait for her friends to come home. It's not like she really wanted to come to this party, anyway. "Do they not realise how hard it is to clean whites while at college?" She muttered under her breath.

"Here," a deep, British accented voice said, draping a charcoal coloured pea coat over her shoulders, before she had even moved to the door. "That guy's an arse," he said and Elena looked at him.

He was probably the most attractive man Elena had ever seen. He was tall, but not overly so. His dark hair was parted on the side and fell slightly into his deep, brown (or maybe hazel) eyes. His face was angular and he had a small mole on his left cheek, next to his nose. His broad shoulders were hidden beneath a black long sleeve, V-neck shirt. He also looked way too old to be at a collage party.

"T-thanks," Elena stuttered, her eyes wide. "You didn't have to, I was just going to go home."

"I've been trying to work up the courage to talk to you since you arrived, I'm afraid you can't leave now that I have your attention." The man gave her a roguish smile, flashing very white, if slightly crooked, teeth. "I'm Elijah," he held out his hand.

"Elena," she told him, licking her lips and clasping his hand. "Don't take this the wrong way," she said, taking a deep breath, "But you look a little old to be at a frat party."

He laughed, leaning into her, "I am," he said, placing a kiss to her knuckles. She blushed. "My sister dragged me out, she was saying I needed a break from studying. I'm in my last year of law school, I take my boards at the end of the semester."

"I'm an English major," Elena said with a smile. "Or I will be, I'm not declaring until next year, just in case I change my mind. That and to appease my dad, he's still hoping I'll go pre-med."

"Family of doctors?"

"Yeah, my dad, my uncle, my grandpa." She smiled, "We're all doctors going back at least a hundred years. Dad's really disappointed that neither me or my brother have any aspirations to the medical field."

"Well," Elijah said, getting two drinks and passing her one. "Here's to familial pressure." He tapped his plastic cup against hers.

"Familial pressure," she smiled, taking a drink.

They spent the next few hours talking about everything. She found out he was the second oldest of seven children, his father is a very strict, catholic man. He was also a Politician back in England. His mother was a school teacher, but she took a twelve year break when having her first six children, with no more than two years between any of him and his siblings, excluding his youngest brother. There is seven years between his youngest sister and his youngest brother.

She learns that his sister Freya, who is five years younger, is the one who made him come out, tonight.

He tells her he almost followed his father and went into politics, but decided that law was what he wanted. He's the most interesting man she has ever met and very easy on the eyes. It doesn't matter that he's six years older than her or that he's from another country.

She talks about her upbringing in small-town Virginia. How her family is the very image of a nuclear family. Two parents, doctor dad, stay-at-home mom who dabbled in foundation work and two children. They never did have a dog, though, her mom's allergic.

She told him of her younger brother, who wants to be an artist and he says that his younger brother is also an artist and went to school in France. She speaks of her best friends, Bonnie and Caroline and how they may as well be sisters. She tells him of her love of writing and that even though she's not the best, she loves to cook and bake.

By then end of the party, Elena has no idea where her friends are and Elijah is the same for his sister.

"I'll walk you back to your dorm, if you want," he offers, helping her up from where they had been sitting.

"I'd like that," she said, and he offered her his arm.

"Well, goodnight, lovely Elena." He says when they get to the dorm. "Or morning, rather." As it's almost 4am.

"I had fun," she smiled, "A lot more than I thought I would. Thanks for that."

She has butterflies, he tucks a bit of hair behind her ear. He then leaned in and placed his lips to her cheek, the corner of his mouth brushing hers. He asks for her number, then leaves, forgetting his jacket. Elena still has it to this day, tucked in the back of her closet. Elijah never called though.

Elijah pressed a kiss on her cheek, placing a single rose in front of her.

"I'm sorry I'm late, lovely Elena," he said. "Traffic was horrible. You haven't been waiting long, have you?"

"Nope," Elena smiled.

"You look enchanting, by the way," Elijah said, leading the way over to their table. It was technically their third date, of course she looked good, Elena had been primping all afternoon. Plucking and waxing and shaving and doing her hair and make-up. This was years in the making and Elena was getting laid tonight if it killed her.

"You look very handsome, too."

"I really like you, Elena," Elijah told her. His foot was currently running up and down her calf under the table. "I've liked you for a really, really long time."

"I like you, too," Elena said, running her foot up his leg and smiling when he jumped at her turning the tables.

After dinner and one too many martinis, Elena practically jumped Elijah while waiting for the valet to bring his car around. She grabbed a hold of his collar and tugged his mouth to hers.

Elena felt her back slam against the doors to the elevator as soon as they closed. Elijah attacked her neck with wet, open mouthed kisses, making her moan out loud and grip onto his perfectly styled hair.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Elena?" Elijah asked, between nipping at her clavicle. "We've only been dating for a few weeks, I wouldn't hold it against you if you said no."

"I have literally been thinking about this for years, Elijah," she groaned out, pulling his head back with his hair and kissing his mouth, forcefully. "Yeah, we've been dating for a few weeks, but we've been dancing around each other for years. I remember thinking how unbelievably attractive you were back at that frat party."

The elevator dinged and the doors opened up on Elijah's floor, they broke apart and straightened their clothes. As soon as the door closed on Elijah's apartment a minute later, Elena found herself pressed against the wall and her legs wrapped around Elijah's middle.

"Where's your bedroom?" Elena asked, huffing at the disagreement she seemed to be having with his tie.

"That way," Elijah panted, nodding his head to the left, then brings up one finger and loosens his tie with a small wiggle.

He braced his hands under her legs and stepped back from the wall, walking down the hall to the bedroom. Mid-way there, Elena got fed up with the buttons on his shirt and pulled the two sides apart, sending tiny glass buttons flying through the room.

"Was that necessary?" He asked, as Elena slid her hands up his singlet covered chest.

"Just hurry," she groaned, tugging on the bottom of the undershirt and pulling it free from his pants and nipping at his ear lobe.

"I'm not going to make it to the room," Elijah groaned, depositing her onto his dining table and quickly making work of his belt and pants, both sliding down his legs.

"You wanna fuck me on your table?" Elena whispered, her eyes alight with lust. "Even after what you just said to me in the elevator?"

"Shh," Elijah said, placing his index finger over her mouth, Elena encased the tip in her mouth and sucked. He spread her legs wide and stepped between them. "I was only trying to be honourable, but after this, I can't keep up the act. I need you, Elena."

"Then have me," she smothered her moan with his lips and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling his hot erection into contact with her lace covered centre. "Fuck," she breathed out, moving her hips and grinding herself on him.

Elijah was just about to move her panties to the side when he remembered.

"Fuck," he muttered, unwrapping Elena's legs and stepping out of them. "One minute," he held up a single finger and runs off down the hall. Elena caught a glimpse of a very nice looking arse poking out between his loose pants and shirt.

Elena shuffled off the table and followed him. If he can make it down the hall to his bedroom, so can she, kicking off her shoes and shedding her coat and dress on the way. She found him coming out of his bathroom, a foil packet in his hand and void of his jacket and shirt.

"Hi," she said, her eyes roaming the expanse of his chest, his pants barely hanging on his hips, the belt and zipper undone. She was standing by the door, wearing just her lacy underwear.

He takes one glance at her, a hungry look in his eyes. "Bed," he demands, pointing. "Now," his pants slip off.

As Elena walks she removes her bra, Elijah's eyes are glued to her soft mounds as they escape the confines of her bra. She also uses his slow walking to her to slide her panties off, becoming completely naked. When he stops in front of her, he follows suit, kicking his boxer briefs to the side. He takes one nipple between his teeth, working his tongue around the peak and sucking it into his mouth. Elena throws her head back and moans, the both of them falling onto the sheets.

Elena arches her back as the assault on her breasts continue. He legs spread, allowing Elijah to settle between them. He lines his member up and Elena wonders when he had time to place his condom on, but she's been distracted so she'll let it slide.

"As much as I want to acquaint my face with your sweet cunt," he almost grunts into her ear, sliding his cock over her wet folds, the head of his penis slipping in. "I'll have time for that later. I need to fuck you, Elena and I won't be gentle."

"Oh, God," Elena breathes out, she has always been a sucker for a dirty talker. She threads one hand into his hair and the other arm goes to his back. She wraps her legs around his hips, the heels of her feet digging into his arse, making him sheath himself inside her heat. "Fuck me," she begs.

Elijah closed his eyes, letting his body adjust to her tightness, but also letting Elena adjust to him. Not to brag, but he knows he's larger than average by a good few inches.

"Elena," he stutters out, into her ear. When he was sure she was ready, he pulled his hips out and slammed back in, doing this again and again.

Elena screamed, "Fuck," with every thrust. Her nails dug into his shoulders and Elijah was sure he would have angry, red welts tomorrow, but he couldn't bring himself to care, everything else just felt too good.

"Your tight pussy feels so fucking good," Elijah moaned into Elena's ear. He felt her walls flutter at his dirty words and smirked, one of his hands gripping onto her hip and grinding into her. "I can feel you clenching, do you like my filthy mouth?" Elena just moaned again. "You do, you naughty girl. Well, in that case, I'm just going to have to fuck you harder." He picked up the pace.

Elena could barely speak any more, she was just trying to breathe. This man was pure sin. He was doing things to her that she had never even imagined and she was loving it. She had no idea how he was still able to form words, her own brain had shut down ages ago.

Elena pulled his mouth down to hers, effectively stopping whatever filthy speech he was working on and kissed him deeply. She felt his thrusts become erratic and more forceful, the grip he had on her hip was getting even tighter. He was close... and so was she.

She felt her world explode as her insides clenched onto him in a vice like grip. Elena moaned his name, loudly and a moment later he followed, her name echoed throughout the room.

Elijah collapsed, rolling to the side of Elena.

"Wow!" he said, breathing heavy. He moved his head, looking to the side at her. "You're amazing."

Elena just smiled, "Five years, you were definitely worth the hype that I built you up to in my head."

"Well, give me a minute, lovely Elena,," he said with a cocky smirk, "And I'll be ready for round two."

To me, I think a human!Elijah would be confident, a little arrogant, cocky, but sweet and maybe a little shy. A real gentleman and a definite romantic (with the right lady). I guess Elijah just strikes me as the type of man who would be all manners and proper etiquette in public but in the bedroom, he's a complete animal!

There will be more flashbacks over the chapters, showing Elena and Elijah over the years. Remember, it's been five, almost six, years between Elejah first meeting and their date.

Unexpected is and always will be my writing priority, but I would love to write this story out and see where it takes me.

More often than not, each chapter will have a flashback in it, showing what happened in Elena's and Elijah's separate lives leading up to their date.

I know I said that I wouldn't have this out for a while, but I had some writer's block on Chapter 10 of Unexpected 2, so I finally sorted this out. Chapter 10 of Unexpected should be up by the end of the weekend... hopefully, writing this out really helped to clear my mind and bring the story into focus.

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