Sleeping Awake (4/?)
Title: Sleeping Awake
Rating: NC-13
Author: terapsina
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Elijah/Elena
Word Count: 1644
Parts: 4/?
Summary: After the sacrifice Elena shuts herself off from the outside world, but soon starts to have incredibly vivid dreams involving Elijah. Eventually he might become the one her heart dreamt about as well, if he wasn't just a figment of her imagination. Elejah
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
// #1 // #2 // #3 //
O0o0O Sleeping Awake O0o0O
O0o0O The Stuck in a Tree Dream O0o0O
When she opens her eyes she is ready for a lot, she is not however ready for the position she has awakened asleep in. A little sound escapes her throat and it can only be described as a squeak, if she wasn't so startled she might have felt embarrassed about it. But she is laying on her stomach in an old oak with her arms and legs encircling one of its branches and so embarrassment could not be further from her thoughts.
For a moment all Elena can do is stay frozen in slight fright and somewhere at the back of her mind note that twenty feet look a great deal higher from above. She isn't afraid of heights, but that is easier to remember when one is standing on firm ground looking over the edge of a cliff not when the only thing stopping a painful fall is the strength of a tree, the hope that no bugs have chipped away its integrity and in her case whether or not her subconscious feels generous on this particular night.
She closes her eyes and slowly inhales to slow down her imagined heartbeat, panicking wont assist her with getting down. She is almost calm when the sound of honeyed laughter reaches her ears from somewhere below and her heart quickens again this time for an entirely different reason.
She forces her eyes open, looks down and notices Elijah laying in the slowly swaying grass directly under her. He is sleeping on his back looking up at her while his eyes are alight with enjoyment over her unfortunate situation, a strand of hair falls across his face covering his left brow. She isn't sure she has ever seen something so hypnotizing before.
"Shut up." Coming out of the slight trance the glare she produces comes so easily it is almost eerie, but the bite the words require lack strength and her lips twitch at the humor her position would deserve if it was someone else stranded in her place. There is however no way she will admit that to him.
"My lovely Elena is there anything you require my help for?" She wishes she could ignore the pleasant tremble running down her spine when he calls her his, she isn't his though and the thought shouldn't make her feel so intensely enraptured. Besides he might have stopped laughing, but there is definitely a wicked glint still decorating his face and making him aware of her growing attraction, the one that truthfully had started long before these dreams came would only encourage him. She wouldn't appreciate it at all.
"No, of course not." Never before has sarcasm been so blatantly obvious, it serves to hide her thoughts well.
"That's good, I am rather comfortable here." She grinds her teeth and wonders at the exasperation his words have produced. She is too stubborn to ask for his assistance and instead she slowly and carefully moves to a sitting position, the branch creaks protesting her motion with a threat. Maybe stubbornness isn't the smartest option at that moment.
"Just get me down Elijah." It's more of a command than a plea, but Elijah still stands up and moves towards the base of the oak leaving the sight of her vision. Suddenly Elena hears him hiss in pain and the worry she suddenly feels is so unexpected it chases all other thoughts from her mind.
"Elijah? Are you alright?" He doesn't answer immediately and she bites into her lip to ward off the concern.
"It looks like we have a problem Elena." He steps back and she sees him looking at his palm, it is burned red and shows no signs of the rapid healing of an ordinary vampire let alone an Original. "The tree looks to be covered in vervain."
Elena knows what that means, she will have to climb down on her own. It's her dream and still it doesn't allow things to be easy. Of course not, that would count as fair.
"Fine. I'm not going to be able to see everything so tell me if it looks like a branch is ready to break." She doesn't have to look down to know that Elijah is watching her like a hawk, but she does anyway because looking into his eyes has always brought a certain taste of safety. This time is no different he is looking at her and she can read his promise so clearly he doesn't have to say anything. He won't let her fall.
Logically Elena knows that hitting the ground won't kill her, it won't even break anything. But these dreams are unusually clear and technically she wasn't supposed to feel strangled by her dress in one of the previous dreams either. Pain might actually be real.
She starts moving backwards toward the trunk of the tree, its bark is uncomfortably rubbing against her bare inner thighs and she curses the red shorts that barely just cover more than a miniskirt would. The attire promises the painful bruises she is glad she won't actually have to live with.
Looking behind her she quickly takes notice of a lower branch she can use to lean her weight on before she has to turn around to face the body of the tree.
"Careful Elena,-" she stops moving and sends him down a questioning look he seems to translate effortlessly. "-the branch you're about to steady your left leg against is half broken already."
She looks behind her and this time sees what she missed in her previous quick look, there is a leaf partially covering a crack that almost certainly would have broken if Elijah hadn't given the warning. The leaf in question is suddenly caught by a breeze and then drops, without conscious control her eyes follow it as it slowly drifts lower on the invisible drift of wind. She swallows at just how long it takes before the reddish oak leaf touches the ground.
"Elijah? Why didn't you just compell me, why did you offer me a deal you could have made me obey?" She needs him to take her mind off the height, needs to think about something other than her bones breaking on impact with the ground. And from experience she knows he is one of the best storyteller's she has ever listened to, largely due to his voice. It's calming and compelling, it brings goose bumps to her skin and right now that is exactly what she needs. Besides, she has been secretly wondering about this since he came into her house and proposed their bargain.
"The simple answer is because it didn't matter how you got to the point of the sacrifice just that you did. The truth I admit is more complex however, what I needed from you was a big sacrifice and after I met you, after I saw how important your family was to you I knew I could never… Elena stop!" She freezes in place, while he was talking she had turned around to be in a better position and was starting to lower herself to the branch beneath her. And that is when she notices that some of her long brown strands of hair have tangled themselves between the three small leaf covered branches next to her face.
Only her toes are resting against anything solid, and both her arms are busy with holding herself up, if she keeps moving pulling her hair will be the least of her worries.
"There's the cracked branch to your right. Move your arm and… a bit higher, yes now let go with your other hand and try to free your hair." She is barely holding on as she tries to untangle her unhelpful tresses. A second after freeing them she can no longer keep her legs against the branch she was aiming for and the only thing stopping her fall is the branch she is now hanging from with both arms, the one she was afraid to put her weight against before. There is nowhere else she can move towards either and too much motion might make it snap anyway.
"You'll have to let go Elena." He tells her something she already knew, but had to hear. "I will catch you. Nothing will happen to you, I give you my word."
"Like you promised to kill Klaus?" She feels sorry for the words just as soon as she says them, but he doesn't say anything to contradict her and she swallows back an apology. The truth is she knows he will catch her, there is no doubt in her mind and there is nothing that scares her quite as much as the knowledge that she still after everything trusts him. She doesn't think she knows how not to do so.
She closes her eyes, carefully pulls up her knees and moments before letting go pushes herself away. And then she is flying, the sensation is so freeing she forgets her fear, her uncertainty and lets herself fall. Then she feels his arms enveloping her in safety.
He caught her, of course he did. Her own arms wrap around his neck and she breathes in his unique scent that always makes her simultaneously think of a cold winter night and a warm summer swim. He's both power and safety and when she opens her eyes to look into his she is instead caught by the sight of the slight smile on his lips. She moves closer and moments before their lips meet she is awake.
The disappointment and relief war inside her. She knows what this dream wanted to show her, and knowing just how much she still trusts Elijah is both exciting and frightening. It means something and she is afraid to find out why.
O0o0O Further Dreams Coming O0o0O
AN: So this came to me while I was going to my grandmothers house (strangely enough the chapter itself is in no way related to her or any big bad wolves) and so I dedicate it to her and all the cookies she has ever baked for me ;)
Rating: NC-13
Author: terapsina
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Elijah/Elena
Word Count: 1644
Parts: 4/?
Summary: After the sacrifice Elena shuts herself off from the outside world, but soon starts to have incredibly vivid dreams involving Elijah. Eventually he might become the one her heart dreamt about as well, if he wasn't just a figment of her imagination. Elejah
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
// #1 // #2 // #3 //
O0o0O Sleeping Awake O0o0O
O0o0O The Stuck in a Tree Dream O0o0O
When she opens her eyes she is ready for a lot, she is not however ready for the position she has awakened asleep in. A little sound escapes her throat and it can only be described as a squeak, if she wasn't so startled she might have felt embarrassed about it. But she is laying on her stomach in an old oak with her arms and legs encircling one of its branches and so embarrassment could not be further from her thoughts.
For a moment all Elena can do is stay frozen in slight fright and somewhere at the back of her mind note that twenty feet look a great deal higher from above. She isn't afraid of heights, but that is easier to remember when one is standing on firm ground looking over the edge of a cliff not when the only thing stopping a painful fall is the strength of a tree, the hope that no bugs have chipped away its integrity and in her case whether or not her subconscious feels generous on this particular night.
She closes her eyes and slowly inhales to slow down her imagined heartbeat, panicking wont assist her with getting down. She is almost calm when the sound of honeyed laughter reaches her ears from somewhere below and her heart quickens again this time for an entirely different reason.
She forces her eyes open, looks down and notices Elijah laying in the slowly swaying grass directly under her. He is sleeping on his back looking up at her while his eyes are alight with enjoyment over her unfortunate situation, a strand of hair falls across his face covering his left brow. She isn't sure she has ever seen something so hypnotizing before.
"Shut up." Coming out of the slight trance the glare she produces comes so easily it is almost eerie, but the bite the words require lack strength and her lips twitch at the humor her position would deserve if it was someone else stranded in her place. There is however no way she will admit that to him.
"My lovely Elena is there anything you require my help for?" She wishes she could ignore the pleasant tremble running down her spine when he calls her his, she isn't his though and the thought shouldn't make her feel so intensely enraptured. Besides he might have stopped laughing, but there is definitely a wicked glint still decorating his face and making him aware of her growing attraction, the one that truthfully had started long before these dreams came would only encourage him. She wouldn't appreciate it at all.
"No, of course not." Never before has sarcasm been so blatantly obvious, it serves to hide her thoughts well.
"That's good, I am rather comfortable here." She grinds her teeth and wonders at the exasperation his words have produced. She is too stubborn to ask for his assistance and instead she slowly and carefully moves to a sitting position, the branch creaks protesting her motion with a threat. Maybe stubbornness isn't the smartest option at that moment.
"Just get me down Elijah." It's more of a command than a plea, but Elijah still stands up and moves towards the base of the oak leaving the sight of her vision. Suddenly Elena hears him hiss in pain and the worry she suddenly feels is so unexpected it chases all other thoughts from her mind.
"Elijah? Are you alright?" He doesn't answer immediately and she bites into her lip to ward off the concern.
"It looks like we have a problem Elena." He steps back and she sees him looking at his palm, it is burned red and shows no signs of the rapid healing of an ordinary vampire let alone an Original. "The tree looks to be covered in vervain."
Elena knows what that means, she will have to climb down on her own. It's her dream and still it doesn't allow things to be easy. Of course not, that would count as fair.
"Fine. I'm not going to be able to see everything so tell me if it looks like a branch is ready to break." She doesn't have to look down to know that Elijah is watching her like a hawk, but she does anyway because looking into his eyes has always brought a certain taste of safety. This time is no different he is looking at her and she can read his promise so clearly he doesn't have to say anything. He won't let her fall.
Logically Elena knows that hitting the ground won't kill her, it won't even break anything. But these dreams are unusually clear and technically she wasn't supposed to feel strangled by her dress in one of the previous dreams either. Pain might actually be real.
She starts moving backwards toward the trunk of the tree, its bark is uncomfortably rubbing against her bare inner thighs and she curses the red shorts that barely just cover more than a miniskirt would. The attire promises the painful bruises she is glad she won't actually have to live with.
Looking behind her she quickly takes notice of a lower branch she can use to lean her weight on before she has to turn around to face the body of the tree.
"Careful Elena,-" she stops moving and sends him down a questioning look he seems to translate effortlessly. "-the branch you're about to steady your left leg against is half broken already."
She looks behind her and this time sees what she missed in her previous quick look, there is a leaf partially covering a crack that almost certainly would have broken if Elijah hadn't given the warning. The leaf in question is suddenly caught by a breeze and then drops, without conscious control her eyes follow it as it slowly drifts lower on the invisible drift of wind. She swallows at just how long it takes before the reddish oak leaf touches the ground.
"Elijah? Why didn't you just compell me, why did you offer me a deal you could have made me obey?" She needs him to take her mind off the height, needs to think about something other than her bones breaking on impact with the ground. And from experience she knows he is one of the best storyteller's she has ever listened to, largely due to his voice. It's calming and compelling, it brings goose bumps to her skin and right now that is exactly what she needs. Besides, she has been secretly wondering about this since he came into her house and proposed their bargain.
"The simple answer is because it didn't matter how you got to the point of the sacrifice just that you did. The truth I admit is more complex however, what I needed from you was a big sacrifice and after I met you, after I saw how important your family was to you I knew I could never… Elena stop!" She freezes in place, while he was talking she had turned around to be in a better position and was starting to lower herself to the branch beneath her. And that is when she notices that some of her long brown strands of hair have tangled themselves between the three small leaf covered branches next to her face.
Only her toes are resting against anything solid, and both her arms are busy with holding herself up, if she keeps moving pulling her hair will be the least of her worries.
"There's the cracked branch to your right. Move your arm and… a bit higher, yes now let go with your other hand and try to free your hair." She is barely holding on as she tries to untangle her unhelpful tresses. A second after freeing them she can no longer keep her legs against the branch she was aiming for and the only thing stopping her fall is the branch she is now hanging from with both arms, the one she was afraid to put her weight against before. There is nowhere else she can move towards either and too much motion might make it snap anyway.
"You'll have to let go Elena." He tells her something she already knew, but had to hear. "I will catch you. Nothing will happen to you, I give you my word."
"Like you promised to kill Klaus?" She feels sorry for the words just as soon as she says them, but he doesn't say anything to contradict her and she swallows back an apology. The truth is she knows he will catch her, there is no doubt in her mind and there is nothing that scares her quite as much as the knowledge that she still after everything trusts him. She doesn't think she knows how not to do so.
She closes her eyes, carefully pulls up her knees and moments before letting go pushes herself away. And then she is flying, the sensation is so freeing she forgets her fear, her uncertainty and lets herself fall. Then she feels his arms enveloping her in safety.
He caught her, of course he did. Her own arms wrap around his neck and she breathes in his unique scent that always makes her simultaneously think of a cold winter night and a warm summer swim. He's both power and safety and when she opens her eyes to look into his she is instead caught by the sight of the slight smile on his lips. She moves closer and moments before their lips meet she is awake.
The disappointment and relief war inside her. She knows what this dream wanted to show her, and knowing just how much she still trusts Elijah is both exciting and frightening. It means something and she is afraid to find out why.
O0o0O Further Dreams Coming O0o0O
AN: So this came to me while I was going to my grandmothers house (strangely enough the chapter itself is in no way related to her or any big bad wolves) and so I dedicate it to her and all the cookies she has ever baked for me ;)