Le notes: More of a disclaimer really; the lyrics are from Daughter's 'Touch', characters are not mine; if they were though, DAlaric would have been endgame.
Summary: With them, she knows that she shouldn't and yet, it is only reason why she does. –-KlausElenaElijah (history is destined to repeat itself).
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setting fire to the garden of eden
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you steal me away, with your eyes, with your mouth
and just take me back to your house
and stare at me with the lights off
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Klaus leaves wolf bites on her skin, tattooing her with marks, haunting her memory as if he is the only sense of permanence remaining in her life. She doesn't mind though, because Elena Gilbert is a silly, ephemeral thing. Everything around her fades away like the changing of seasons. She thinks that, she'd like to have at least one thing that is her constant. And if that one thing is Klaus, then so be it.
Elijah presses slightly chapped lips against her soft and pink ones. He throws her in to a state of complete oblivion, making goose-bumps appear on her skin. The hairs on the back of her neck are standing on end; he whispers half-broken promises in to her ear and tells her that she's safe in his arms.
Klaus fucks her, tearing her clothes apart. Pushing her against the cold and hard glass of his window, making her eyes shut tight as she arches her back. And when they collide worlds too fast, too hard and too soon, she swears she hears the glass beneath her start to crack.
His teeth graze over her skin and he tells her "not to worry sweetheart," his fingers, pressing against her carotid artery, "this," his tongue, slapping against her neck, "is an old dance, for you and I." And when he sinks his venomous fangs in to her soft, sweet flesh, she doesn't scream. She gasps.
Elijah makes love to her, pulling delicately at her clothes like she is a doll. He treats her like she is made of spun glass, giving her sour kisses, burning, stinging, and leaving fiery trails of something that she wishes she could explain. He holds her close; whispering shattered dreams and the promise of Forever and Always. And she swears, she isn't a fairy tale. But time and time again, Elijah is proving her wrong.
"Elena," his tie slips off his neck and binds itself around her eyes, "don't be afraid." She shakes, so desperate to see him. But, without her eyes, Elijah feels like twice the man and thrice the animal. As if he is a revelation to her.
And this is not love, Elena thinks, with either of them. Because love has left her hurt, broken, and scarred. She is lost, and for most of it, she thinks that they are too. With them, she knows that she shouldn't and yet, it is only reason why she does.
For Elijah is her mortality, enveloped in to a man of honor, integrity, softness, and causality. He is her humanity, still alive somewhere deep inside, pitter-pattering within her heart.
But Klaus is her eternity, satisfying the animal within her, making her sacrifice anything for nothing but second-hand dreams, false hope, and immortal companionship.
She is a scale, and she is teetering between two halves of a whole.
She is a Petrova, through and through; history is only repeating itself like it always has so many times before.
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End
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Le more notes: Hmm, it seems that my fics are getting shorter and shorter. Not to worry though, that probably won't last. Anywho, I pulled an all-nighter to write this (ah, words don't come to me easily) so please review. It would mean the world to me.
-Xoxo Carter