A new side to Salvatore Barbie {James || Eli} Rated: M

I went to the Original's house. I was wanting to reconnect with Rebekah since I learned she was my ancestor. I brought her favortie wine, three bottles with me and two imported shipments coming soon. I walked right in and looked around. I was missing someone in my life, Jordan. I hadnt seen him in a very long time, after I was turned. It hurt my heart to know. I at least wanted to see him before I died of my bite since Klaus was MIA.

Nobody was there which had upset me. It brought no reason for my venture outside the house since my days were numbered. I walked back to the Boarding House seeing that the last time I would leave was to get information on my biological mother. I walked inside and took off my jacket and t-shirt, leaving me in my black tank-top, black jeans and black ankle boots. I opened one of the bottle as I stood by the fire place and poured myself a glass.

"Here's to life. Life gives, and takes us." I said toasting to myself before sipping it.

James had been cooped up in the boarding house, not wanting to go out and run into Bonnie again; instead, he did not want to feel like he was letting anyone down, which caused him to pace around the living quarters. He hadn't seen Elizabeth very much lately, only once or twice since she had gotten bit by the werewolf, which made him a little gloomy - only because there was a very few select people who he was able to communicate with, not wanting to kill innocents.

The sound of Eli arriving brought a small smile to his face, and he made his way through to the living room where she had been standing, facing the fireplace as the colors from it could be seen refracting off of her bright face. Instead of speaking at that instant, he walked up behind her slowly, his face remaining straight all the while his eyes met with the bite on her forearm. "Hey again - Elizabeth. Did you find what you were looking for?"

I heard James walking to me, slowly. He must have been bothered by something. We hadnt talked much since the bite. I placed my glass down as I looked at him. "No, not at all." I said as I smilied placing a hand on his shoulder using my power to reassure him that I was ok. It hadnt worked much since the bite, but it did have it moments.

We were always in the house, no matter what was happening. I hated being like this. Feeling like a jailbird. "Bonnie said the witches said that Klaus was the only way to get a cure and he's been gone for some time now. So I dont know how much longer I have." I said looking at my bite were he looked like he was looking at.

It hadn't been very long that the two of them lived together - or it didn't seem like it to James. He felt his relationship wasn't even bordering on friendship with Elizabeth. More-so of a, mutual friend through both of theirs. So his face did appear to have a shocked look on his face when she pressed a hand to his shoulder. Which was quite broad and muscular; not from vampire training, but from his human life. "Well, that is too bad" He replied back to her, in a very sympathetic tone like a true friend, which he had never thought to be one. However, after a few seconds of the female's hand on his body felt a light wave of relax-ness fly over him, and caused his body to become a little less tense.

What was that - James had never known that Elizabeth had that type of ability over other people, but did not bother to question it. Some things, he thought, were best left to only her best friends - and he thought that he was not there. yet. "I am sorry, Elizabeth. That werewolf was headed for me, you shouldn't have gotten in the way of it. I should have been the one on death row. Not you." He replied sternly, yet still with an air of sympathy within it.

I knew my power worked on him when I felt the tightness in his mucels loosen up. "I love that. My ability to make a person believe anything or do anything through physical contact. It's like compulsion but I can physically compulse a vampire to do anything I want." I smirked.

I thought about what happened. The wolf broke in. He went for a sword and the wolf went after him. "I said it once, I'll say it again. A Salvatore is A Saviour." I told him. I never really got to know James that well. We've been housemates for about a month and we barely talk.

"Might as well make the hours last since I don't know which one will be my last." I told him seriously.

He turned his sight to the fireplace from where it had been previously. All he seemed to want to do was smile at Elizabeth's statement because the ability she had been talking about, it seemed to be very handy in situation(s). "Was that how you were able to hook Jordan, then?" He asked, not meaning to bring him into any of it as he was one of the reasons why him and Bonnie broke up in the first place.

But his sight didn't waiver - instead, they could be seen squinting from the brightness of the flames. What was it that she didn't get? Usually the male is supposed to protect the girl in those types of situations, not the other way around; unless it was like that only in dating-type relationships. With that thought, he looked down to her while her hand continued to press against his shoulder. "But most of the time, Savior means living on instead of being a sacrifice." His eyes now slowly moving up her face, prepared to look into hers if she so wanted. "What do you mean make them last?"

"Please, I knew from the first minute he was a vampire. He didnt stay long, obviously. Who cares anymore. His promises were broken, and i wont take any more from anyone else." I said letting go of his shoulder. I grabbed my glass of wine and took a drink of it. "Sorry, want some?" she asked him holding the bottle and an empty one.

"I will make them count by not thinking of when the next breath of air I take might be my last. That no blink of my eye is done. I will die when I die. Damon knows, stefan knows, Rebekah knows, Elena knows, Bonnie knows: basically everyone knows that the last time they saw me is most likely the last time they will ever see me. So i will make life better on myself by thinking of the great things I have done in life. My first kiss, my last kiss, my friends, my crazy family....everything." I told him as we meet each other at eye to eye. I wanted this conversation to last because it might have been my last.

James' eyes bulged out a tad at her answer to his question pertaining to Jordan, while he had still remained looking at her very pretty face. "That is good for you, then. I am glad people are finally figuring out what kind of person he was." He told her, sincerely. He had already had issues with Jordan: first, he had tried to steal Bonnie from him, while he was only 'apparently' consoling her; second, well, was what he had done to Elizabeth. At the mention of wine, his mind came back to reality, and drifted further away from his thoughts. "yea, ok. Alcohol is alcohol, I suppose" James remarked, grasping at the body of the glass waiting for her to pour.

His mouth appeared to remain open as Elizabeth went on and on about who she has already said her goodbye's to and how exactly they took it. "You've sure been busy, Eli. Hope you don't mind that nickname, probably a pretty common one." Although, he paused slightly, somehow having his breath stripped from him as her eyes met with his. "So what - are you saying that I will be the last one to see you, alive?" He questioned, his voice however began to crack a little at the thought. Even if he had not known her very well, he still cared for her like a friend, perhaps more - in that instant.

I smirked as he took the glass. I poured in the Italian imported acohol. I could feel his gaze on my face, and I didnt really mind it. "To bad people didnt get to be my new side. I called it: Salvatore Barbie. Attitude of a Salvatore, looks of a Barbie." I said joking as I finished filling his glass and setting the bottle on the mantel.

"I guess I have been busy. It didnt seem like that to me. I just wanted to make things right, so I made that my mission." I said holding my glass with both of my hands. I looked back at his face. He wasnt bad-looking at all. I wish I could have seen this before the circumstances. "You could be, you could not. I was going to go meet a woman who had information on my birth-mother tomorrow." I told him as my smirk turned into a flat line on my face.

James' face appeared to remain straight as he watched the wine being poured into the very see-through glass cup, or was it just a glass. His hand had moved the glass in a circular motion swiftly, allowing the liquid to brush around in the form of a small tornado, allowing a small spiral to form down the middle of the alcohol. "That is actually, quite a suitable nickname for you Eli. I like you with blonde hair anyway" He told her, a smile growing quickly on his face before he brought the glass of wine to his lips and took a sip; almost instantly tasting the licorice.

Closing his eyes momentarily, he was able to take in the full taste of the wine - although his palette was not as, shall we say accustomed to wine as it was to beer, it could still taste the different flavors that accompanied it. "So - you are making it your life mission to save Mystic Falls? Because if you are, that is one helluva mission for such a short lifespan." The glass was now resting down at his side, halfway up beside his ribcage and the wine remained still. "Your birth mother? I've never heard you talk about her before. If it was anything like the story about my father, I could see how it would be a touchy subject" His eyes, they remained still at the thought of his father and his reason for the death.

I looked at him as he twirled the wine around in his glass. I was only trying to be scarcastic with that name but it seems like it has an admirer. "Thanks. I wanted a change so I went blonde." I said looking down and smirking. Changes were dangerous things. Trying to be a heroine has me dying, chaging my play tatics with Adi got him killed.

"I know that, which is why i'm not the village idot. Or at least I hope i'm not." I joked before bringing my glass up to my lips and taking a sip of the thin liquid. I rested my glass in it's original state before I spoke. "That's because I thought she was dead. Turns out she's not. And the only way it could possibly be like your father is if he had a child and walked away before it was able to leave the hospital at the age of 20 and waiting 17 years to finally see their child. Other than that I dont believe so." I thought back on my words and they seemed to be hatefull.

"Sorry, let me back-track here. What is or was your father like?" I asked hoping not to sound like a self-centered evil little bitch. Was she turning into the millinimum's Katherine? I certainly hope not. I know I may look like a hoe and stuff, but I do care about people, just maybe the wrong people at times.

Still withholding his wine glass at his side, he listened to what Elizabeth had to say, taking the occasional sip and swirling it around in his mouth and around his tongue. "That was a good choice, it suits you a lot more then brown." He said, bringing the almost-empty glass back down to his side after taking another sip prior to talking.

But when she had began talking about her own mother, it almost made James drop a tear. He had always been caring, even during his time as a human, but when he was turned, it became amplified, causing the tears to come that much quicker. Blinking, it dropped onto the floor, whether she had heard or not, he did not think about. "My father?" He paused slightly, glass shook a tad in his hand; although whether that was from her story or his memories was lost to him. "He was OK. Didn't teach me a lot of things, although I always thought I had been closer to my mom then him, even if he did die in transition" James noted, bringing the glass up to his moist lips again and finishing off the glass: the memories from his dad appeared too hard for him to comprehend, he hadn't thought of Johnathon since before James had turned into a vampire.

I felt bad for him. His father may not have taught him much, but at least he did something for him. I saw a few tears slip his eyes. I placed my glass down and hugged him. My arms sorrunded the tops of his shoulders and my head was on its side, facing away from the fire. I didnt mean to bring up any terrible memories or painful ones. I just didnt know anything about his past.

"I'm sorry. I didnt mean for that." I told him. I tried to not physically touch him, but if I did, I wanted him to know that everything was ok, and that I was truely sorry for anything I may have caused. James was a nice guy, and I just really wanted him to get back with Bonnie.

After he had taken the sip and brought the glass back down, James placed it on the rather elegant looking desk that sat just to the right, facing the fireplace. Elizabeth did the same, and what surprised him was the feeling of two thin, feminine arms being wrapped around his broad, muscular shoulders. But instead of him looking to the fire, he looked down to her face which was resting on his shoulder, the light from the fire had been glistening onto her face, although her eyes could not be seen from the angle James' head had been at.

He wrapped both of his arms around her, except his went under her arms, and around to the small of her back. "Don't worry about it, Eli. It wasn't your fault, you didn't know about him" He consoled her, even if he had been the one that was tearing up; she still seemed more uneasy then he had. He pulled his head away, and looked from her cheek and into her eyes.

i didnt think he would hug me back. I thought he would keep up a bad boy facade. But his arms went to the small of my back then to the upper part as well, as if it was an embrace. I lifted my head to come almost eye level to his, due to my six inch heels. I noticed how his gaze went from my cheeks to my eyes. My hand lifted from his back to remove a stray hair in his face. I looked into his green orbs and they looked peacefully, something I hoped to see.

I stood there, my gaze looing over his every facial detail, from his deep eyes, to his tan skin, to the countures to his lips, then back to his eyes again, unsure of what to do now.

The feeling he had felt as he looked into her eyes was something that could have been mistaken for love, something he had felt for Bonnie prior to turning into a Vampire. They were of a very beautiful light blue hue, something that contrasted very well with her skin tone and blonde locks; she was very beautiful, James thought absentmindedly as there was a small blush creeping into his cheeks as a hair was brushed out from his forehead. A few seconds later, he noticed her eyes motioning down to his lips and jaw.

All he wanted to do was just to look into her eyes: they were like little puddles of water, motionless, yet beautiful; intoxicating. James' face moved slowly in toward hers, hoping he wouldn't offend her at all, yet somehow it had been moving without conscious thought, and he just let it guide his lips toward hers, pressing gently against them with his.

I stood there motionless as he looked at me, looking at him. I saw something in his eyes that were... not what I normally saw. I didnt notice how he closed the gap between our faces. Then I felt a light weight on my lips. I responded to them with the same, gentle prassure back. My hand went to the side of his face, caressing it as my other stayed on his shoulder. Everything we had talked about eventually went away within this second that we were sharing.

Her lips - to James felt rather moist from the wine that they had both been drinking, and he could still taste it from her breath as his lips continued to press up against Elizabeth's with more pressure; his eyes were closed, he could feel their noses rubbing against each other lightly. Even though he had only really felt like this with one other person: Bonnie, the teen witch. But ever since he had become a vamp, he has been rather... sexually charged, moreso than usual due to the heightening of his feelings and sensations, and he was fairly certain that Elizabeth had been feeling the same way.

He felt her hand move to his tone, chiseled cheek and jaw as he opened his eyes to look at her cute eye lids, before closing them again and applying even more pressure to her lips with his, and moving both of his hands a little lower, although keeping them still above her butt.

I could feel the pressure ensue little by little, so I felt that I should, in returen, do the same. The wine tase transfered from one mouth to another. I felt his hands move slowly down my back. I knew this wasnt tright for Bonnie, but- Damnit- I needed sex. Transforming into a vampire I felt that urge to just fuck anyone, but I was kinder than that.

I had enough of this teaser shit. I pulled away and used my spped and force to push him up against the wall and ripped his shirt off. My hands played with his skin before going on either side of his face, then ressuming to kissing his lips.

James was about to slip Eli the tongue when she pulled her mouth away from his, pushing him back to a wall in the process; the pain was rather kinky. This would be the first time having sex after he had been turned into a vampire, so he hadn't exactly learned the ropes -so to speak. Button after button could be heard popping off of his shirt, and hitting seperate dishes of silver that lined the wall in front of him, but behind Elizabeth.

The feeling of her 17 year old hands on his chest was enough to make anyone get aroused, although being a vampire, it seemed a little harder to get there, but when they did - it would probably be worth it. Feeling that same, familiar pressure pressed against his lips made him poke up against her thigh whilst he slid his tongue inside of her moist mouth, and moved his hands from the small of her back down to her butt and squeezed it. He didn't know what this was exactly, but so far, he was enjoying it thoroughly.

I quickly took my white jacket off, revealing my black tank-top even more. His tounge ran into my mouth. I tickled the underneath of his with the tip of mine. My hands raced down to his hips at the top of his pants. I moved to I backed up to the staris. I didnt care if I was younger or not, Being a vampire, age is just a number no matter how big or small. My eyes stayed closed after I pushed him into the wall. I was suprised damon or Stefan hadnt come down here yet. But if they didnt come down, then they are not annoyed by it at all.

His hands traved to my ass, squezzing it. I bite his lower lip playfully as I smiled. This was going to be quite interesting. Having sex with a Jenson Ackles look alike. Oh god, they were both hot.

Elizabeth's spunkiness and flirtatiousness seemed to get James even more excited then he had been previously, watching her take off her jacket, revealing a tank top that seemed to accentuate her breasts even more was quite sexy; he thought to himself, leaving his tongue to explore absentmindedly through her mouth, constantly rubbing against hers while also tracing along her white teeth, the taste of wine still lingering making it that much more delicious.

Walking forward with her, his lips staying on hers throughout the movement, (which made it rather difficult to maneuver through the boarding house without tripping over something) and again he was pushed into a wall, a tad harder then she had done the previous time, but still enjoyable and a little hot. The feeling of teeth on James' bottom lip made it tingle a little, and brought a small smile to his face, but still he didn't break the kiss.

His hands moved down to the bottom of her black tank-top and began to lift it up, his fingers moving briskly over her fit stomach and sides as it was lifted up, tracing her naval when it came to it. James had never really viewed Elizabeth in this light before, he had always seem them as acquaintances at best, but this - this seemed to have escalated their relationship more, perhaps sex buddies? Or whatever it was that the girls called it.

His tounge traced my teeth constatly, yet we hadnt broken the kisss since I pushed him aginst the wall the first time. My hands layed on his arms where his fore arm met his upperarm. I took off my shoes, making it kinda difficult due to my short ness and his tallness. I went up two stairs so we were level with each other.

With his shirt off, he looked different. I hadnt really seen him without his shirt off before, and he hadnt seen so much of my skin either. This would be rather strange since I was a virgin, but I wasnt letting that stop me from doing this sexual act with him.

One hand hand locked into his hair while the other wraped around one of his broad shouolders so I could hold onto him as we traveled further up these stairs, heading to one of the many bedrooms. Was this it? From little chats to no strings attached friends? or what will it turn out to be?

After he had lifted the thin tank-top off of her body, he needed to pull away for a moment in order to take it off without ripping. But almost instantly after it had been high enough to not be in the way, he went back in and almost smashed his lips together again with hers while he felt pressure being applied over the area of his arm. James could feel her taking something off, and guessed it was shoes as she stumbled backwards up the steps.

He noticed her attentive look to his shirtless body, as he did the same to her; although she still had her bra on, she wouldn't in a few minutes. His pants were beginning to bulge further as he eyed her up and down, wondering where they were going to 'do' this, but it was answered when she grabbed his hair and shoulders then pulled him up. Even if it was a tad painful, he was still very much aroused by it.

After arriving at the top of the stairs, he kissed her once more, before leading Elizabeth into the nearest bedroom, but he was unsure whose bedroom it was, and didn't have a lot of time to look before he moved over to a wall and pressed Eli up against the wall, pinning her arms so she couldn't move. He looked into her beautiful light blue eyes, before going in toward her earlobe and neck then began biting it playfully and then sucking on her neck (fangs remained in his mouth)

I wrapped my legs around his waist as we traveled up the stairs, holding onto the kiss. When we broke apart, I found us rushing into one of the guest rooms. I found my arms pined up against the wall. He looked into my eyes as I looked into his. Then he gentle bite my earlobe and neck playfully without his fangs, then sucked on it.

After a minute or two of that, I slipped my arms away from him and pushed gentle ont othe bed, slowly creeping up on him, kissing from his belly button to his lips. I was very aroused by his actions, and I hoped vise versa. But from the bulge in his pants, I would take that to be a yes.