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works/810853.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Vampire_Diaries_(TV)
  Character:
      Elijah_Mikaelson
  Additional Tags:
      I_Don't_Even_Know, psychological_abuse, character_exploration
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-20 Words: 972
****** don't lose control ******
by dledee
Summary
     Sometimes he can't help but play different kinds of games.
Notes
     Not even sure what this is supposed to be, possibly just for the sake
     of reminding the fandom that Elijah's not a charming vampire knight
     saving little girls from their lives of boredom.
     And not sure about tags so....
The girl in front of him, no older than sixteen, was scared. Oh, so very
scared, he could smell her fear from the chair he was sitting on as he watched
her. Her only rule was that she was meant to not run away. Anything else was
fair game. And he planned on getting the rest out of her. This fear was only
the start.
“Take off your shirt.” Inflexible voice, no emotion as he heard her cry,
whimper for him not to do this to her. Did she think she stood a chance? “Do it
if you wanna leave here in one piece.” Yes, he could’ve compelled her. But it
was much more satisfying to see her follow through with the order on her own.
It was more satisfying to see her make herself take the shirt off reluctantly,
begging him to stop, reminding him that she was just a girl. A smirk. Wasn’t
that why he had chosen her?
She stood there, her stomach bare and a bra the only thing covering the upper
part of her body. “Don’t stop there. Trousers now.” He was smiling, that
charming smile that always had people doing what he wanted, that smile that
worked so much better than compulsion. And the fearful girl did exactly what he
said. She was starting to look better by the second. Now that the curves of her
body weren’t hidden behind useless fabric. He got up from the chair, one hand
held out asking her to give him the clothes. And she was still locked in her
place while he carefully folded them, putting them in a tidy pile where they
wouldn’t bother anyone, ignoring whatever words came from her mouth. Even
though they were starting to get annoying. A sigh.
“Let’s set out some rules, shall we?” Eyes locking with hers. This time he was
compelling her. “We are limiting the words you can speak so we can both make
the best of it. You get out alive and I just get what I want. That said, you
will stop begging me to let you go, you will stop trying to remind me of your
name, and you will stop asking why this is happening. You still get to cry and
whimper so it shouldn’t be too hard,should it?” There an almost imperceptible
hiss at the end of the sentence, and no way to refute it. “Now…” His eyes
explored her body, one of his own rules, see, don’t touch. No matter how badly
he wanted to touch her and be the one to claim that pristine skin as his. Bites
and scratches, bruises until it was impossible to recognize. But that wasn’t
gonna happen.
His shape leaned into her. Not touching. But whispering in her ear, letting his
breath hit her. “You know what you do when you’re all alone and dirty thoughts
can’t leave your mind… Skin grazing against skin, your breath becoming shallow,
whimpers wanting to leave you as your fingers touch that special place in your
body. Unable to stop until you feel all that tension leave you.” He leaned
back, eyes watching as her tear filled ones widen in shock, in fear, in a
thousand other emotions he did not feel like paying attention to. “You will do
that for me.” Smiling, voice like velvet against the girl he could not touch.
And who was not doing what he said. That warranted a more compelling order.
“Now.” Not too much patience. She could cry. That should be enough. And if it
wasn’t, then he could also take that away.
Sitting back on his chair he watched the girl. Hoping she wouldn’t make him
have to kill her for failing to comply to the orders he gave, or just by being
an absolute bore. Fortunately for her, she was willing to start doing what he
wanted, her hand moving to the panties he had left her with. Pleading eyes
unable to ask him why he was doing this, even if he saw the question clearly
there, it made everything more interesting. “Isn’t it better when there’s no
fabric between your finger and your cunt?” Just a suggestion. If she was smart
she would take it. Turns out she was smart.
She kept on being smart, following his every suggestion. Faster. Stop. Don’t
lose your balance. And don’t come until I say so or I’ll kill you. The fake,
charming smile never leaving his lips as the girl’s tears mingled with moans,
as the pain and pleasure turned into the same. As it always should be.
It didn’t take too long for her to be almost at her breaking point, begging him
to let her come, begging him to let it end, probably praying that this would be
over by then. Little did she know.
He got up, small steps towards her, in no worry as he walked around her, eyes
following him through the room. But she knew well enough not to stop by now.
She had learnt the rules perfectly. Smart girl. One turn around her and he
stopped in front of her, letting their eyes meet, leaning close to her. “So
close, aren’t you?” Still not touching, still following his own rules, but just
breathing into her neck. And she gasped, him knowing right away that someone
had broken the rules. They always did.
“Remember what we said? Oops.” And it was a second before his fangs pierced
through her skin, his own rules disregarded as she broke the ones she should’ve
been following. Draining the pretty, scared, little girl of her blood, letting
her body fall to the floor. And he fixed his suit, making sure it was still as
composed as before all of this.
She had lasted longer than some others, at least there was that.
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