Klaus was nowhere to be found. Elijah helped Julie get her stuffs in what he chose to be their room. She was getting her clothes in the dresser while Elijah went looking for blood bags. He found plenty in the fridge, but if Julie were to live in this house, he thought they should get another fridge just for blood bags. He stared at them with disgust. Just the thought of drinking cold blood like that ever again made him sick. But what disgusted him more is that he wanted Julie's blood. And only her blood. After last time she let him feed on her, he couldn't stop thinking about it. It was the most delicious blood he had ever tasted and he didn't want to drink anything else, ever again. He sighed, closed the fridge and went back to his room.

"If I had known, I would have brought you some clothes," she told him as he closed the door.

"It's alright. We'll go tomorrow," he said as he approached her.

"Where's Klaus?" she asked.

"He left," he answered. "I don't know where."

"He didn't look happy to see you," she said and he chuckled.

"He knew I was going to be angry."

"I saw you showed him you were," she smiled. "Should we help Rebekah? Klaus isn't here to stop us."

"Not yet," he smiled. "Soon." Julie frowned as she saw him grinned.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked. He sighed and placed his hands on her waist and pulled her to him.

"My brother thinks his actions will go unpunished."

"You're not going to kill him, are you?" she asked, worried.

"I wouldn't know how," he told her. "But he'll pay."

Julie sighed and looked down. "He deserves whatever is coming to him," she said.

Elijah smiled and kissed the top of her head. "You've changed," he said. "You used not to like it when people got hurt."

"You should've seen me the other day," she chuckled. "You should've seen the look on Stefan's face when I used my powers against him."

"What happened?" he asked.

"He threatened you," she said. "So I threatened him back," she shrugged. Elijah frowned and wondered if he liked that new part of her.

"How long have you known you were an elemental?" he asked.

"Over a month."

"You've been practicing on your own?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I don't think I can use magic without this bracelet, though," she told him, showing him the crystals.

"Where did you get that?" he asked.

"A witch gave it to me."

"Where did you find a witch?"

Julie frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"You shouldn't trust witches," he told her.

"I don't trust anyone," she said. "But it hasn't done anything else than she said it would. And...I wasn't alone. She wouldn't have lied."

"Who was with you?"

"A friend," she repeated, walking away from him.

"Who is that friend you keep mentioning."

"It doesn't matter," she said. She knew he didn't like Katherine and he will only tell her that she cannot be trusted. "I'm starving," she changed the subject. "Did you see anything else than blood bags in the kitchen?"

"It was Katherine, wasn't it?" he guessed. "She was the only one who knew I was daggered."

Julie sighed. "She came to my house and told me what Klaus did. She said she was going after Klaus anyway and that she wouldn't mind the company."

"Katherine is dangerous," he warned her.

"I spent most of the summer with her. She's nice and I know I can trust her. She worries about me. And she's my friend. I don't want to talk about it with you. I know you don't like her."

"And for the good reasons," he said. "She can't be trusted."

"I know. Okay?" Julie said, annoyed. "But you weren't there. You don't know anything about it."

Elijah sighed. "And where is she now?"

"She left. She tried to kill Klaus so she's running," she sighed, sad. "And she never hurt me," she told him. "We're friends. I doubt you'll understand."

"Why? Because I don't have friends?" he asked, vexed.

"No. Because you don't trust her. And you have your reasons but with me...she's different."

"She's manipulative. Why would she be different with you?"

"I told you. She's my friend."

The conversation was going nowhere. None of them wanted to fight so they both decided to talk about something else.

"I saw food in the kitchen. I'll cook," he said before he left the room. Julie sighed. She didn't think they'll fight the night he'll be back. She followed him and found him in the kitchen, his back turned to her as he was making sandwiches on the kitchen counter.

She placed her hands around his waist and hugged him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start a fight," she said and he sighed.

"No, I'm sorry. You're right, I don't know what happened this summer. I'm just worried," he said before he turned around. "Just the fact that you're friends with my brother worries me."

"I know," she sighed. "He's scary," she said and he chuckled. "But I'm okay."

"Have you had any more trouble with Damon Salvatore?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head.

"I should have killed him," he growled, still angry about what had happened a few months ago.

"Sure would've saved us a lot of trouble," Julie said which made him laugh. She tiptoed to kiss him but he moved away, he didn't trust himself at this moment.

"You found blood, didn't you?" she asked, worried.

"Yes," he said, turning back to the counter.

Julie sighed. She didn't like to think he was suffering.

"Elijah, if you need blood..."

"Don't worry about me," he said. "There's plenty of blood in the fridge. I'll be fine."

"Just know that I don't mind," she told him. She wanted to make sure he knew that she'll give him what he needed. Elijah sighed and turned around to face her again.

"You're not my personal walking blood bag," he said, which made her frown. "Your blood is not like the others. You're an elemental, I can't get used to it."

"What do you mean, it's not like the others?"

"It's..." he sighed.

"Is it...not good?" she asked and he shook his head.

"It's delicious," he told her, taking a step forward, blocking her against the counter that was behind her and him. "That's why I can't get used to it...I'm...I'm afraid I won't be able to stop," he admitted.

"You stopped last time," she reminded him.

"Last time I didn't take as nearly as much as I needed," he told her. "I stopped while I still could."

Julie sighed and looked down. "I know you would never hurt me," she whispered.

"You don't know anything," he said, moving his hands on her waist which made her look up. She saw he was looking at her neck and she knew what he was thinking.

"Can you smell it?" she asked and he closed his eyes. "Do you want me to go?" she asked with a trembling voice.

"No," he quickly answered. He sighed and kissed her forehead. "I'll be fine," he repeated, turning back to make the sandwiches. She sighed and didn't move for a moment, just watching him.

"I missed you," she repeated in a whisper. He stayed silent for a minute and she wondered if he had heard her.

"When Klaus daggered me I was sure he'd kill you if he hadn't already done it," he said with a low voice. "I was sure when Klaus would undagger me, you'd be long gone. That I'd never see you again." There was so much hurt in his voice Julie's heart break a little. She took one step and hugged him again, as tight as she could.

"I'm here," she said and he placed his hands over hers.

"My brother's liking to you scares me. He's dangerous."

"I can defend myself," she told him even though she knew she couldn't do much against Klaus.

Elijah chuckled and turned around. "You think you're strong enough to go against my brother?" Julie shook her head and looked down.

"No," she said. "But I can hurt him back." Elijah sighed. He took a lock of hair and tucked it behind her ear. She looked up and gave him a small smile. She saw he was looking at her neck again. She took his face in her hands and tiptoed to kiss him. He kissed her back, this time, not moving away. She moved her hands in his hair and she gasped when he lifted her off her feet and sat her down on the counter. He kissed her like he had never kissed her before, like that kiss would erase those last months when he was away. But quickly, the hunger came back and he couldn't ignore the smell of blood, of her blood. It was too strong, he was too close. He broke the kiss and breathed heavily, trying to refrain himself.

"Just do it, Elijah," she said, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. He knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he hurt her. She ran her hands through her hair to clear her neck. She saw in his eyes he was struggling. He wanted to so much but he was too scared of not being able to stop. "Don't worry," she said with a soft voice, giving him a small smile. "I can defend myself, remember? I just don't want you to suffer anymore. Let me help you."

Elijah sighed. He slowly approached her neck, and like last time, he placed kisses before he did anything. She could feel his nose grazing her neck. He was breathing in the smell of blood and he bit her hard, harder than last time, without any warning. She moaned and squeezed his arm as his teeth pierced in her skin. His left hand was moving on her waist as his other hand was in her hair. She fisted his shirt, trying not to make any noise so he wouldn't stop by fear he'd hurt her. He drank more than he had the first time. Elijah could easily lose himself in the moment and forget he was drinking Julie's blood. It was harder to hold on to reality but he had to because if he let himself go for one second, Julie would die. He focused on her heartbeat rather than on the taste of the red liquid running through his throat. It started to slow down and he knew he had to stop. But he didn't. More and more, the sound of her heart got weaker and he couldn't do anything but feel how powerful her blood was making him. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted. But then, the small pressure on his arm disappeared. She let go of his shirt and rested her head against his.

Suddenly, something stronger than hunger pierced Elijah's heart. He backed off immediately, terrified. But his sudden movement startled her and worried her.

"Are you okay?" she asked, bringing a hand on her neck as blood was running down her shoulder.

Elijah sighed, relieved. "I thought..." Julie frowned and brought her free hand to his mouth and wiped off a little blood.

"What's wrong?" she asked, confused.

"Nothing," he shook his head before he hugged her. She hugged him back, still confused and smiled when he placed a kiss in her hair.

"Have you had enough?" she asked.

"More than enough," he nodded and she gave him a content smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Well," she sighed, getting back on her feet. "I'm still starving."

Elijah laughed and nodded. He bit his wrist and gave it to her and she knew what to do.

"I'll finish the sandwiches, you'll need to eat and rest."

"See?" she asked. "I knew you wouldn't hurt me."

Elijah shook his head. "Still, I shouldn't get used to your blood."

"On the contrary," she said. "If you're used to it there is no more danger." She didn't really think it through, offering herself as a "walking blood bag" to a vampire.

"I get what you mean," he said, placing his hands on her waist and bringing her closer to him. She hugged him back and smiled as he kissed the top of her head again. "Thank you."