So it's literally been years since I've published a story here. I started this one as one of my own little guilty pleasures while rewatching TVD S4, so I have to be honest and say it may not ever even be finished, but I thought I'd publish it anyway since there aren't too many Klaus/Elena stories on this site.
It's unbeta'd so please forgive any mistakes.
And we're just going to assume there's no sire bond, mmkay? Takes place in S04E03 and picks up from there.
Chapter One
"Klaus, where the hell are you?" Stefan growled into the phone.
He hung up angrily and then sat next to Elena on the bed, when Klaus suddenly walked into the room.
"You came!" he said.
"I did." Klaus replied. "And for future reference, one voicemail is just as effective as nine." He looked to Elena. "What's wrong, love?"
"She has werewolf venom in her system." Stefan said. "You know you're the only one that can heal her Klaus, please."
"And what would you have done if I were no longer here?" Klaus questioned. "Hm? If you and your friends succeeded in riding the world of me. Let's play that game for a moment, shall we?!"
"What do you want from me?" Stefan growled.
"I don't want anything from you!" Klaus shouted over him. "Her on the other hand, if you had told me this two hours ago, I wouldn't have cared a lick about her dying, but as it turns out…" He bit his wrist. "You may be of use to me after all." He said to Elena.
He pressed his wrist to her mouth, slightly surprised when her eyes shot open and she bit down on his arm harder, holding his wrist to her mouth.
"That's it love." He whispered. His hand reached out and he grasped the back of her head gently.
He vaguely heard Stefan growling in the background but he only had eyes for his girl right then. His doppelganger.
He finally decided she had enough. "Alright, love. Time to let go."
He pulled his wrist away from her gently, smirking inwardly at the small whine she made in the back of her throat.
"Okay then." He declared. "My work is done here. Ripper, love." He said in goodbye, sweeping out of the room.
He had a feeling his doppelganger was going to have some explaining to do to her current beau.
Hours later, he heard his front door slam loudly.
"What the hell was that Klaus?!" Stefan demanded.
"What was what, Ripper?" he returned innocently.
"You know what." Stefan responded heatedly. "You…and she…enjoyed that!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, mate." Klaus responded. "You know as well as I do that we can't control feelings when we blood share…"
"That wasn't blood sharing." Stefan ground out. "That implies you had her blood."
Klaus just smirked, knowing it would bother the young vampire.
"Just stay away from her." Stefan ordered, storming out of the house.
He was settling in with his sketchbook a little later when his door opening caught his attention again.
"Yes?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at the doppelganger standing in the door of his study.
She shuffled nervously, crossing her arms and looking anywhere but at him. "I don't know why I'm here." She answered.
He smiled at her, apparently catching her off guard. "Its okay, Elena." He told her softly. "It may have been a thousand years ago but I do remember what it felt like to be new."
He crossed over to his bar cart, pouring her some scotch and handing it over. "Here. It helps."
She took the glass and he led her over to the sofa, taking a seat next to her. She curled her legs under her body and stared down at her glass.
"Why are you being like this?" she asked.
"Like what?" he asked.
"Being nice." She clarified. "I figured you'd tell me to get out."
He chuckled and grabbed his own glass from the table in front of the sofa, shooting it all back at once.
"Why are you here, love?" he asked again, softly. He reached out and stroked her cheek.
"I…" she trailed off, took a deep breath and started again. "I wanted to know what that was earlier."
"That was me healing you." He said.
She laughed hollowly. "You know that's not what I meant. I don't understand any of this!" Frustrated, she got up and began pacing, slamming her glass on the table. "Every single day there's five million emotions pulling me in every direction and I never know what is actually the truth and what isn't!"
"It's all the truth, love." He answered. "You just have to decide what to act on." He got up and stopped her in her tracks. "I've honestly…never felt that reaction when someone fed off me before." He admitted softly. "I don't know what it meant, but I put in some calls to some people. Maybe that will turn something up."
"With Damon…it didn't feel like that." She answered. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it felt good. But it didn't feel like…."
"Like everything clicked into place?" he asked softly.
She nodded and bit her lip, looking away from him again.
"Elena." He called softly, causing her to snap her head back to look at him just in time for him to seize her lips with his.
It took her a second to respond but when she did, her hands came to rest on his shoulders, clutching him to her tightly. He flashed them over to the piano, settling her on top of it and she pulled at the buttons on his shirt.
He tore his lips from hers. "Are you sure, Elena?"
"Not at all." She said breathlessly, finally getting tired of his buttons and ripping his shirt open, then pulling his under shirt off. "Just keep kissing me." She ordered.
He smirked and did as she asked, only pulling away to pull her shirt over her head. She was grasping at his belt next, tugging it open. He stepped out of his pants when she got them unbuttoned and he pulled her pants off in one swift motion.
He trailed kisses along her neck as his hands played at her waist and she threw her head back, moaning loudly.
"Please, Klaus." She whimpered
In response, he ripped her panties away and tore down the boxers he was wearing, slamming himself into her waiting body, making her scream in response. He began a slow, human pace, not wanting to scare her and she whined, shaking her head.
"Faster." She ordered
He nodded and picked up the pace, delighting in the moans he elicited from her. They both met their release quickly, much quicker than he had intended and he roared loudly as she bit into his neck harshly. He pushed her hair to the side and bit her in response, making both their eyes roll into the back of their heads as they both felt complete.
"What was that?" she asked, breathing heavily and resting her head on his chest after they had both pulled away, their wounds healing instantly.
He shook his head, resting his chin on top of her head. "I have no idea, love." His fingers found a lock of hair and he twirled it idly in his fingers and she shuffled closer to him.
She drew in a shaky breath. "I just…have no idea what's going on."
"You're a vampire now, love" he said gently. She looked up at him. "You need to let go of your human life."
She wrinkled her nose in response. "But why? I still have my emotions…"
He sighed. "Yes, but you have vampire instincts now. You are forever changed. You will live for an eternity…you have to start thinking like that and stop living as if you will die in a few decades."
He wasn't quite sure why he was telling her all of this. With the hunter running around Mystic Falls, an actual cure was within their grasps. He could have his hybrids again.
She looked to be contemplating his words for a moment and then nodded. "But what about all these FEELINGS! I can't get them to stop."
He brushed some hair off her forehead. "That takes time, darling."
Her face screwed up. "I want it to change now."
He laughed and stepped away from her for a moment to grab her bra and shirt, knowing any second now she'd be feeling self-conscious. Then he found her jeans.
"Sorry, love." He grinned. "Looks like your panties got lost."
She snatched her clothes from him, glaring.
"Why don't I feel guilty?" she asked. "I should be crushed under the guilt."
He shrugged. "Vampires tend to look at things differently, love." He explained. "We didn't exactly plan this." He gestured between them. "Are you and Stefan back together?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. We were…but then I got turned…and everything got so confusing. I told him earlier that I just needed to focus on me for a while."
"Then why should you feel guilty?" he asked and she shrugged again.
They were interrupted by his phone suddenly going off. "Calling to berate me again?"
"Sure." He said a minute later. "I'll be there soon."
He looked at Elena as he hung up his phone. "You'll probably be getting a call any moment now. The hunter has your brother hostage at The Grill."
"What?" she exclaimed. "Oh my god…I have to get there! I have to get him out!" she started searching for her shoes, scrambling to put on her clothes.
"Elena, stop." Klaus said. He grasped her shoulders. "I'll go get him out, okay? You don't need to get involved."
"No, he's my brother. I mean….thank you. For going to get him." She shook her head. "It's uncharacteristically nice of you. But I don't need you to. Just because we slept together, you don't need to rush off to battle."
"Just stay here, okay." He answered. "There are reasons you don't need to get involved. For once, just listen to somebody and stay here." He growled.
"Klaus! I can't! He's MY brother!" she shouted.
"And I'M going to get him!" he shouted back. "Don't make me tie you down, Elena, because I will." He threatened. "You interfering will only cause problems."
She sighed and gave up, nodding in agreement.
"Give me your word." He ordered.
She sighed. "I promise I will stay here while you go after Jeremy."
He nodded and pulled on his clothes, grabbing a jacket on his way out. Just as Elena's phone rang and he heard her crying to Damon.
"Elena said she's going to stay home." Damon was saying when Klaus walked into the dead history teacher's apartment.
"Um, weird." Stefan responded. "Since when does that happen?"
Damon shrugged. "Who knows, but let's thank God for small favors. She'd definitely run off before we could actually formulate a plan."
"Here's the plan." Klaus answered. "We send one of my hybrids in first to disable any traps. Then Damon and I will go in, Damon will grab the boy while I keep the hunter occupied. Any questions?"
Without waiting for any, he walked off, expecting Damon to follow.
The plan went off without a hitch, except that he was forced to kill the hunter. He sighed. This was not going to be a pleasant century, but at least he was rid of him, but he did mourn the loss of the cure. He could have easily built an army.
When he made it back to his house, he was honestly surprised to see Elena pacing the floor. He had expected her to rush off as soon as he had left the property.
"Is Jeremy okay?" she asked urgently. "Are you okay?"
"He's a little worse for wear, but he'll be fine." He responded. "I will too. Why don't you run on home to check on him?"
She nodded and started walking to the door. After a few steps, she stopped and turned around. Running up to him, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you." She whispered.
"All in a day's work, love." He responded. "I'm the only one that gets to torment the Scooby gang." He teased.
She shook her head and ran out the door at vampire speed.
He was lying in bed when the first vision started. Connor insisted that the only way to stop the visions was to kill himself.
"No mate, it's not. Especially considering I can't die." He retorted. "This isn't the first time I've been haunted by you lot." He gestured vaguely. "Now leave me alone so I can sleep."
He rolled over to go to sleep but was woken up a few hours later.
"Tatia?" he asked.
"How could you Niklaus?" she demanded. "We were supposed to be together. And you allowed your family to murder me!"
He closed his eyes, willing the apparition away. "It's not as if I had a choice in the matter!" he responded.
"Had a choice in what?" a voice asked. A real voice.
He opened his eyes and faced the door. "Elena. What are you doing here?" It came out harsher than he intended and it showed when she winced a bit and crossed her arms. He sighed. "I'm sorry. Come here." He beckoned, still wondering why he was being so nice to her. Ever since she had had his blood…there was just something…
She smiled slightly and crossed over to the room. He noticed she was in short shorts and a tank top, which could easily be used as pajamas.
"Couldn't sleep love?" he questioned idly when she reached the bed.
She shook her head and sat down. He moved over a bit so she could climb under the covers. When she was covered, she shuffled closer and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I always dream of the night I died." She explained. "Who were you talking to?"
He shook his head. "Don't worry about it, love." He shifted so his arm was around her. "What would your friends think, you visiting the big bad wolf in his den?" he teased.
She huffed. "Just go to sleep" she closed her eyes, her fingers tracing lines on his chest.
After a few minutes, he caught her hand in his and they both fell asleep in that position.
