Back In Town, Chapter 1: Constantinova
Elena Constantinova would not let her nerves get the best of her. She would ring this doorbell, even if it was the last thing she wanted to do. Before she could sprint away with her vampiric agility, Elena pressed the flesh of her left thumb into the small, glowing button.
Seconds later, the door opened. An old friend leaned against the doorway, shock and pleasant surprise melding into his features. He grinned, a rare occurrence these days.
"Niklaus Mikaelson. It's certainly been a while." Elena sported a confident smile, full of affection for her long-lost friend of a thousand years.
"Yes, it has. I've missed you, my dear! How have you been?" Klaus backed away from the doorway, gesturing for Elena to come into his current home. Genuine delight shone in his pale blue eyes.
"Pretty good. Been monitoring the French Quarter in New Orléans for a bit." Elena made her way towards the elegantly themed living room, the plush Persian carpets silencing her steps. She sat down at a high-backed chair, crossing her tan legs at the ankle. Klaus situated himself at the opposing couch, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees.
"How many years has it been since we last ran into each other? 100? 200? Dare I say, 300? Love, we need to meet more often!"
Elena bit her bottom lip, averting her gaze. Then she looked back up at him, a touch of solemnity in her experienced brown eyes.
"232, to be exact. The last time we conversed was when a coven of witches were trying to kill you and your family. I rescued you Mikaelsons by infiltrating their group." Elena faked a playful smile, trying to salvage the once happy mood, now a bit dark. "No worries though, Nik. I like saving the devil."
Niklaus did not comment on what he knew was her false smile. He went along with her excuse. "We both know that you had no humanity back then, darling. That was what made your rescue so astonishing. The fearless, manipulative bitch of an Elena Constantinova helped save the vicious Original Family! You should have been ecstatic that we were to die, yet you saved us instead. That was an explanation never heard of."
"And I never will tell you my motivations. There's no need for you to know." Elena shifted uncomfortably. She curled her legs under her, her body portraying perfect comfort. (Elena had taken off her black stilettos and slid them under her chair when she entered the room.) To anyone who truly knew her, they would know that Elena was guarded, ready for attack. She always was.
Elena changed the subject then, curiosity twisting her features. "Where is the rest of your family, anyway? Daggered still?"
Klaus grimaced lightly. "About that…"
At that moment, a blond-headed whirlwind entered the mansion, the front door coming from its hinges. "Nick!" A girlishly British voice resounded throughout the house. "That doppelgänger needs to die! She has gotten on my last nerve!"
Klaus turns a sheepish grin Elena's way. Elena crossed her arms over her chest. Doppelgangers? Her disapproving gaze met Niklaus'. After a thousand years, the hybrid still needed those. When would he get over them?
Rebekah Mikaelson then sped into the living room, her frustration palpable in the air.
"Nick! Did you not hear me? Or has your hearing finally faulted!?"
"Heard you loud and clear, dearest sister. But now I have a guest." Rebekah then noticed the other person in the room.
Elena rose from her seat on the elaborate arm-chair, her posture tense.
"The doppelgänger?!" Rebekah shrieked in protest. "I understand your need for her to make your bloody hybrids, but can you not have the scum in our home?!" Rebekah sped over to Elena, and pinned her against the wall, by her throat.
Niklaus rose from his seat, a slight panic crossing his features. "Sister, I advise you let go of her. Elena has a temper. Don't you, love?"
Elena's eyes flashed dangerously. "Rebekah," Elena started quietly, her low voice drawing the attention of the unknowing Original. "In the early years, I believe we were friends. Do not make me snap your neck." Rebekah's eyes flashed. "Doppelgangers are humans. I dare you to try to snap this Original's neck."
"You asked for it." In less time than the blink of an eye, Elena overpowered the blonde. The thousand-year old vampire lay in a twisted heap at the brunette's feet, her head at an unnatural angle.
"You could have just told her, you know." Elena strolled lazily over to the notorious Hybrid.
"I love my dear sister…But it is not often that I see her neck snapped. Even less often that it is not done by family. Let me enjoy the moment." Klaus smirked at Elena.
"She does talk a lot..." Elena paused, a thoughtful look on her face. "So, we have about 10 minutes until she wakes up."
Niklaus' eyes flashed with lust. "Let's talk more, later."
The British Original Hybrid then passionately kissed the only person more powerful than himself. He loved Elena Constantinova like a sister, like a friend, and like a lover.
Niklaus chose to love someone he could never even imagine being with, because he knew that she didn't want to be with him. The best they could be were friends with benefits. The worst? Devils incarnate- together.
Elena wrapped her hands around Klaus' neck while his hoisted the woman up against his hard length. She appeased him, and folded her long legs along his waist. He blurred them to his bedroom, and shut the door with a grunt. He tore her white blouse and black pencil skirt off in seconds.
Her lips were his heaven; her body, his paradise. A real shame she didn't feel the same way. As Klaus pleasured Elena, she seductively entranced him. Her gasps and moans brought him damn near climax. When she rode him, he did climax.
It was over in seven minutes. In the next two, they replaced their clothes and made his bed.
"I really missed you, love." Klaus grinned contentedly, dimples calling for Elena's attention. She sped over to him and sat on his lap as he lay down on his king bed. Elena bent over and kissed Nik's dimples gently as he chuckled sweetly. The blood-red sheets bordered in gold draped delicately over the bed.
"As much fun as this was, we both know I didn't come here for it." Elena leaned back to look him in the eye.
"Let us return downstairs, so that you can explain to sister why you're here. I might even enlighten you as to the whereabouts of my so-called family!" Niklaus' eyes flashed viciously.
"Nik…" Elena gripped his chin, and dragged his glare to her own. "What happened?" She asked with steel under her tone.
Slight unease marred his features. "Nothing, dearie. Nothing I can't handle." Elena Constantinova was the very first vampire to ever walk the earth. Niklaus Mikaelson rarely showed anxiety. He only had cause to dread his vampire hunter of a father, Mikael. The man was now dead, at Elena's hands. There was no chance in hell that he was going to willingly piss off someone stronger than him. Her temper was volatile. Her power? Beyond imaginable.
Elena had blackouts. Times when her emotions became so intensified, that they overpowered her mind and controlled her. These were the only moments in which a witch could even attempt to harness the power of a thousand dead witches to kill the First. The blackouts became less frequent as her age grew, but Klaus was not about to test fate…Not with his Sire!
But…It might be worse to not tell her. Frustration builds…
Elena sped over to the door frame of Niklaus' bedroom. "I can read your mind. Don't you remember?"
Niklaus averted his stare, guiltily looking to his lap like a child awaiting punishment.
"Do not worry about me. My blackouts come once in a century. I've learned control." Elena paused. A mischievous smirk emerged. Klaus looked to Elena and caught it. He smirked back. "Now, to Rebekah…"
The two vampires sped down the winding staircase of his home. As they resumed their previous spots in the living room, Rebekah's body jerked.
The blonde raced over to Elena. "Doppelganger…"
Elena finished her sentence. "I am not. Sire to you and your family, I am." Elena allowed a small, knowing smile to flit across her face.
"Elena Constantinova? Is it really you?" Rebekah gaped. Her Sire was her first friend in all of her thousand years. Hearsay was that Elena had existed at the beginnings of time, more ancient than her Hybrid of a brother, Niklaus. Hearsay was also that Elena had been locked in a coffin and thrown into the bottom of a ravine…Well, one out of two was actually true…
"In the undead flesh. And, Bex…Did you really think I would be bested by a coffin and harsh waters?" Elena chuckled. Klaus laughed with her.
Rebekah sped over to stand at Elena's feet. "Elena…I beg forgiveness. If I had known it was you…" Tears blurred her vision. She reached over, and tucked a piece of Elena's pin straight brown hair behind her ear.
"Stop crying," Elena said, desperately. She did not like tears. They reminded her of pain; of her First Death. "And it is already in the past. Let's move forward, shall we?"
Rebekah smiled. The tears vanished from her face fast enough to impress Klaus. If his Sire be hurt in any way, he would delight in causing that person pain.
The female Original went to sit next to Klaus on the regal couch.
"So," Elena continued. "Since the place isn't drenched in red, I assume the fun is still to be had?" Before anyone else could speak, Elena continued. "I've been watching. So, no need to catch me up to date."
"Elena!" Klaus chided. If there was one thing he hated about Elena, it was her sense of control. She had to be in the loop, even if it had nothing to do with her. "You know how I hate prying eyes. Next time, just stop in."
Elena glared at the Hybrid. "And you know how I hate condescending tones. Don't even try to tell me what to do." Her eyes flashed black, if but for a moment.
Rebekah intervened. "So, you know about the doppelgängers, witches, werewolves, Salvatores…" She veered the conversation back to topic.
Elena twisted her body to Rebekah. "Oh, yes. Elena Gilbert, Katerina Petrova, Tatia Petrova…Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes, Matt Donavan. Wait, I got it…Tyler Lockwood, that Hayley girl, and Stefan and Damon Salvatore. Mason Lockwood's dead, as well as Rose and Trevor, and Jules and her wolves' pack. Big lot of drama, if you ask me."
"Tatia? The first doppelgänger? Elena, Tatia is long dead. She was alive when Nik and I were." Rebekah had no idea that Elena was with them when Tatia snagged both the hearts of Niklaus and Elijah. She had remained in the shadows, mostly, but was there none the less.
"Yes, the woman who ensnared both Elijah and Niklaus in her trap. Esther- God bring her peace- set her up, used her blood in the binding spell to make all of you vampires. Of course, it is I who sired you…" Elena had killed Tatia out of revenge for her newborn charges, and ensured that her bloodline be cursed with the same appearance of the deviant from hundreds of years earlier. Elena forced Esther and Mikael to give their children her blood; then she herself snapped their necks, giving them an eternity to either hate her or love her.
"I still can't believe you condemned Tatia's bloodline to a fate of mistaken identity." Niklaus said, smiling nostalgically. He remembered Elena killing Tatia, Elena giving him and his family eternal life. He could never thank her enough.
Elena chuckled, reminiscing on the bitch's death. It had been perfect.
Rebekah was tiring of this discussion. "Does anyone else care for a drink? I know I need one. Getting my neck snapped isn't a regular occurrence, you know."
Elena halfheartedly suppressed a grin. "So sorry."
Rebekah returned her smile. "About those drinks?" She was hoping that Elena would agree to a little girls' night out, just the two of them.
Niklaus added in, "I do have a craving for some Scottish brandy." He turned his body towards his sister, blue eyes sparkling with humor. "You wouldn't mind, now, would you, Rebekah?"
She turned indignant. "I would! Let Elena and I have some girl time together; God knows you two already have." Nik's eyes dimmed.
Elena intervened. "I'm up for vodka shots, Bex. Niklaus- take a rain check. I bet you could scrounge up some good whiskey here if you tried."
Rebekah turned to Elena, a bright and elated smile taking over her features. "Yes! Let's go, then. I have the perfect place in mind."
Klaus couldn't help taking a last stab at Rebekah- she always got what he wanted. "She means the only place in her slight mind- The Mystic Grill. Doubt you'll have fun there. It's just small town stereotypes and a low liquor supply." He grinned cynically.
Rebekah made to speed over and knock Klaus to the ground, and Elena stood in front of her charge protectively.
"Enough. Rebekah- Klaus is being Klaus. Ignore him. And you know I've been to Mystic Falls' hot spot before. I loved it there."
Rebekah pouted. With a huff she said, "Can we just leave this miserable excuse for a home? Anywhere is appealing to me now."
Elena sported a neat little smile. "We're off, then." She held out her arm for her female charge to take- and take it she did.
They left the mansion without a backward glance, leaving a lonely, despondent hybrid to do some expressionist painting- an excellent emotional outlet.
A/N: And there it is! I've been working on this for a bit- pondering whether to post this fanfic or not. I was inspired by a story involving Elena as Elijah and Niklaus' older sister, a loved and cherished family member. The story is titled Elena Petrova, by poisonesse.
Elijah will be brought into this story, as well as Kol, the Salvatore Brothers, and all of Elena Constantinova's descendants- Katherine and Elena. There are others, too! So many characters to bring in, and so much time…The possibilities are endless.
Until I see you next!
Your loyal and devoted writer,
HCookie
PS: This début chapter is dedicated to the one and only MusicLover500. I know this is so overdue, but something is better than nothing- I think. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
