"Why do you care what happens to me? I mean I'm just your bloodbag, nothing more," Elena whispered heavily. "You were almost killed. That leads me to have to worry somewhat," he shrugged. Elena just stared at him quietly. "Yeah right," she scoffed.
Klaus' eyes roamed over her entire figure. She was a goddess, could easily get any guy when she wanted. But she seemed to waste her precious time on those Salvatore boys. "Why do you still stick around with these stupid Salvatores. I mean you could get anyone," Klaus said, looming closer to her. His hand came up to slowly cup her cheek.
She shivered and held back an involuntary flinch. She was surprised when she felt that there was no flinch in the works from his touch. It warmed her cold skin. It radiated through her. Surprise.
"They'll protect me," she whispered shakily. "From what my dear? Because you're now meeting with a psychotic hybrid and no brother here," he said, a slow smirk curling his lips. "You won't hurt me," she said defiantly, meeting his eyes fully. Warm brown engulfed pale icy blue.
"Why so sure?" he shot back. His hand faltered from her cheek and just arched a challenging brow to her. "I'm too sacred to you. You thought I was dead, but when you found out I was alive you felt that I belonged to you. I mean you've waited for me to give you the greatest gift for a thousand years. You think I belong to you and not the Salvatores," Elena observed quietly. He stayed quiet and didn't say anything. Just staring intensely down at her.
"Rebekah thought you all were practically gods back when you all first turned. But you knew everything. You knew about your father's gene. You knew what was to come when your mom placed the curse on you, and Petrova blood," she whispered knowingly. Elena hadn't understood how she knew this, but late at night in her dreams she would see him back a long time ago. Just in his new age of a vampirism.
She had kept it to herself. It had happened two months ago. It scared her at first, but secretly she loved seeing the dreams. "How?" he knew that she understood what he was asking. "A couple months ago. I had this dream of you, when you were human. Sword-fighting with Elijah," a grin unconsciously spread across her features as she reminisced. "Ever since then I've had dreams of you throughout your whole lifetime as a vampire. Last night it was in 1452. 40 years before Katherine," Elena said.
Klaus was surprised but yet so amazed. "Maybe you could show me one night?" he offered suggestively. Elena rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Maybe." "So since you already know what I'm about. Let's cut to the chase," he trailed off, smirking maniacally. She nodded beckoning him. "Leave the Salvatores and hand yourself over to me," he smirked. Her eyes widened. "You'll take me kicking and screaming," she whispered hoarsely.
"That won't be hard. I mean you just admitted it, you belong to me. Why deny it now?" he came closer. She gritted her teeth. "No! I said you feel like I do belong to you, I never said that!" she spat, getting flustered by his close proximity. "That's what you were implying, so yes," he smirked.
He suddenly gripped her throat, standing behind her. She choked on her breath and gasped out in surprise. His hand suddenly came up to caress her hips seductively. She unsuccessfully held back the moan of pleasure resonating from her smirked into her hair.
"I think you'll be easy to get on my side," he whispered, lips ghosting across her earlobe suggestively. She gulped and just nodded. She had given in already. That was easy, Klaus thought victoriously to himself.
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