Blood sharing was very intimate for vampires. No one ever really knew why. It was merely a simple fact of life. Maybe it was because vampires were open to the emotion of those they fed on and vice versa. Maybe it was for some other reason. Either way, it was one of the many mysteries of life.

Elijah woke, the dagger Klaus had stuck him with having been removed from his chest. The first thing that the third eldest Mikaelson became aware of was his sense of smell and his sense of hearing. Both were heightened as a vampire. The next thing he became aware of was the fact that he was dessicated, starving. How long had his younger brother kept him daggered for.

The suit clad Mikaelson opened his deep brown eyes. He could smell the blood pumping through the human in the room. His girlfriend. Though a less experianced vampire may have pounced, desperate to ease the dessication and hunger, Elijah had been around a thousand years. He had more self control than the younger vampires.