Apartment number 9. That's where he is. Finally! It's been so long that it's almost unreal!
"Okay, so… up these stairs, to the left and…" My body swerved and swivelled across distastefully bland hallways and up a large set of plain, concrete stairs. A rush of excitement engulfed my every move, all of this time I've spent waiting and he's just behind this wooden door. I focused my ears on the inhabitants of the room; some witch-y chants encompassed my ears, I've always hated witches - nothing good ever comes from them. Ever. After all, it was a witch who created Vampirism in the first place, albeit for protection. From what I can hear there are only two witches, but I can hear five heart beats so whose were the extra two? A few moments passed before the chanting ended, that was when I heard an unfamiliar voice, this must have been the one that he had been temporarily possessing, he said only one word before a drop to the floor. "Elena?"
A creaking noise began to emit from what I assume is some kind of door, perhaps to whatever had been preserving the body all this time? There were only three short footsteps before the voice that I had been longing to hear after all of these years spoke.
"Now, that's more like it"
Tears began to gather in the corners of my eyes, it was him, after all this time, it was finally him. I was overcome with a feeling of joy and could no longer hold myself back, I burst through the door and pinned him to the floor, savouring every slight touch and reflex that I'd felt along the way. He bared his fangs for a few moments before registering who I was. It had truly been too long. I could no longer hold myself back and let my tears show, feeling a single tear gently trickle down my left cheek.
"Everyone-" Klaus' voice was musty, as if he too were overcome with emotion. Was he as happy as I was to see his face after all these years?
"Everyone. Out. Be back here tomorrow." He ordered, never taking his eyes off of me, encapsulating every feature on my face again and again. The look of shock was still fresh on his followers faces. That was when I noticed the doppelganger, not that she really mattered at that precise moment, but why was she here? Something wasn't right. Then it occurred to me; compulsion. I was so happy that the fact that Klaus was an original vampire had slipped my mind. He must have compelled her to be here, but… why?
"OUT!" He yelled, angry that his first attempt to dismiss his enthralled minions had failed. They all left the room almost so instantaneously that it was funny. I giggled at his rage, caressing his cheek with my hand when my thumb reached his bottom lip. Oh, how I have longed for these lips. It's funny, his lips were always as soft as his heart. My thumb rubbed lightly downwards before I moved it away, sometimes it's as if my hands have a mind of their own. His eyes, always trapped between somewhere green and blue, were gazing down on me. I remember once, when we first met, he told me that my eyes were so blue that even the gods of the sea grew green with envy, and that my lips were so red that it were as if my mother had taken the colours from the finest rose of all and bestowed them upon me. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his ever so familiar voice.
"I've missed you" He breathed, looking deeply into my eyes and brushing away a lock of brunette hair that had fallen onto my face amidst the flurry. His hand gently stroked my cheek causing me to take in a deep breath with his warm touch.
"I've missed you, too" Letting a final tear fall, I pressed my lips against his. I had forgotten how soft they truly were. The moment was soon broken when the doppelganger cleared her throat at the back of the room, apparently Klaus had compelled her not to leave, which also makes sense. With a deep sigh and a lowered head Klaus stood up and walked over to the Petrova girl, and with one smooth motion he snapped her neck. Probably so that she would technically be 'gone' for a day without him having to risk her escape. Clever boy.
"Now, then…" He looked turned his head to the side, keeping my at the edge of his vision,
"…Where were we?" He grabbed me and forced my body up against the wall, our lips pushing against each other harder and harder, each breath deeper than the last. I pressed our bodies together, relishing in each sensation that had been dormant for so long. He roughly rubbed my chest as I began unbuttoning his shirt when he burst down the bedroom door. We fell onto the bed and hid under the covers for what seemed like a blissful eternity.