Okay, I know I promised myself a break. But... meh. Here I am again. I just needed to get this out of my system before the day is over. It's almost eleven o'clock here. And I actually am tired yep. But I got it out and hope you'll enjoy it.
It's an AU/AH story. I was listening to a song and I don't have any clue how, but this idea popped up on my head. I first wanted to make it with Damon instead of Klaus, but that wouldn't be possible because they are Brothers, Damon and Stefan. I wanted the first chapter to be just sooo much longer, but it didn't go as I though, so you have a little shorter chapter now. I hope you enjoy it anyways, of course.
In this story I wanna show some Hero Stefan, again. After the Ripper season we had with him now, which was very interesting, I'm really not complaining. But well, our Hero was just missing, and here we go.. having him back.
I rated the story T for now. You guys have to tell me if this is still T. Please please. Tell me in your reviews.
And now read and ENJOY my new story. I hope you'll have fun reading it.
"I'll take a coffee, without milk or sugar." Klaus said absentmindedly while typing something on his phone.
Stefan wrote his order quickly down on the paper he was holding before he shifted his gaze over to the woman next to him, she really was a beauty, her flat, dark brown hair falling softly down the shoulders of her slender frame and her chocolate orbs, in which you could drown in looking up at him now. She looked young, a lot younger than the man she was here with.
"And for the Lady?" Stefan asked, smiling politely as always as he tapped his pen on his paper, ready to take the girls order as well.
But before Elena could say anything, Klaus jumped in again. "Nothing for her." he murmured, still busy with his phone.
A soft frown showed up on Stefan's forehead, because the girl really didn't seem to agree with her accompaniment on this point, from the way she looked at him now.
Her eyes looked angry at first but Stefan could see how that anger shrunk within seconds and she gave up glaring at him.
"That's all?" Stefan asked, the smile he had previously wearing on his lips disappearing as he looked at Elena again. She definitively looked like she wanted something.
But it wasn't Stefan's business, so he turned around on his heel and walked back into the kitchen, giving the order away.
"Klaus, I could need a coffee as well, you held me up all night." Elena hissed at him, shifting closer to him to grab his phone out of his hand.
But this only caused a dark, somehow devilish chuckle from him. "Oh, I remember last night just too well, baby." he grinned at her wickedly and she rolled her eyes. "But I've no time for you sipping a coffee, I have to be in the company in twenty minutes."
He took his phone back out of her hand and gave her a last smirk before shifting all his attention back to the display.
Elena huffed and crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest. He was unbelievable.
His coffee was soon on their table and Klaus paid before he grabbed Elena's arm and pulled her up with him. But she struggled. "Wait, I need the ladies." she told him. Huffing again.
Klaus sighed in annoyance and turned to frown at her. "Now?" he asked, letting go of her arm.
"Yes!" she said, nodding her head as she stepped back.
"Fine, but hurry up." Klaus mumbled and leaned against the white wall. "I don't wanna be late."
This was all he cared about, his work. And Elena, his actual wife, was more like a puppy to him, that seemed to annoy him most of the time, anyway. He treated her like crap, and she absolutely hated that fact, but she could not do any single thing about it. She was his.
She made her way over to the woman's bathroom, opened the door, and took the first cabin of three. She got her 'business' quickly done before she went out again to check her hair in the mirror. She rubbed her eyes softly and yawned a little, she had been with Klaus all night, he was like a lion when it came to sex. He only cared about satisfying his own needs, and took rarely a 'no' as answer in bed.
Elena dived her hand in her purse and pulled her lipstick out to apply it new on her lips, before she straightened her skirt again and walked out of the ladies.
"Finally.." Klaus rolled his eyes and pulled her with him by her arm again. "The limo is already waiting." he grumbled and pushed Elena harshly out of the Diner.
They got into the car and drove off.
Lana Del Rey was playing in the background of the limo, Klaus loved her. He adored her lips and Elena had bought him the album to his birthday, he hadn't stopped listening to it since then. 'Summertime Sadness' was one of his favorite songs, he just couldn't get enough of it. Elena preferred 'Born To Die' though. Because that was how she had felt the last two years, as if she was born to die.
She was comfortably sitting in her seat as she felt his hand wrap around her arm again, dragging her closer to him again until she was sitting right next to him.
The following move was just too familiar for Elena. He lifted her leg up and pulled her on his lap so that her legs were on each side of him and her skirt was being shoved up her thighs.
His head leaned in and his lips landed on her neck, before he started to talk again. "You drive me crazy in skirts, you know that, right?"
Two years now and she still hated how he touched her, like she was an object, to possess. Elena shut her eyes close and tried to survive the moment because she knew they'd stop at his firma every second, anyway.
And just as his hand's slipped under the material of her skirt, the limo stopped and the driver told them they were there.
A deep growl in disapproval grumbled in Klaus' throat as he shoved Elena's body off of his and got out. "See you home." was the last she heard from him before the car door fell lock again.
"Home, James." Elena yelled softly forwards as she pulled her skirt back down her legs again and wiped the feeling of Klaus' lips off of her neck.
She clearly needed a shower once she was home. She felt dirty as always after being touched by her husband. It was so ironic, marriage was supposed to be built up on love and trust, but Elena's was built up on hate, disgust, doubts, trouble and most of all, pain.
"Stefan!" someone yelled from the table where he'd just waited the woman and the man with the phone. "Your guests forgot something."
Stefan stepped out of the kitchen and saw that his workmate Matt had called him, he was holding up a red jacket.
Matt, his friend and favorite co-worker, he was in a relationship with a girl named Caroline Forbes, she was some sort of it-girl, or whatever. Stefan had never met her, all he knew about her came from magazines and the tv.
Stefan made his way over to him and took it from him, looking at it for a moment before his eyes flew back to Matt. "I'll take care of it." he promised and took the jacket with him.
After work, he was on his way to the bus-station as he searched through the jacket to find something useful, a wallet fell out and right into his hands.
'Elena Gilbert'
99 Maple Lane Mystic Falls
He looked at the photo and it was the girl from the table. Perfect, her address was even on it.
Half an hour later and he stood in front of her door. About to knock on it, but he was hesitating. She had a boyfriend, or at least that's what it seemed like, but he found her wonderful, she had something on her. He just needed to know her.
So he raised his hand and knocked three times gently on her front door, hoping she would open it. He had to admit, this house was gorgeous. The garden looked like a wonderland. It was just perfect, like one of this house of Desperate Housewives, the show that his brothers girlfriend was watching sometimes.
He eyed the house and it's windows a little more, wondering if only she lived here as a voice broke through to him and ripped him out of his thoughts.
"Hello? How can I help you?" she asked him. And he looked up at her brown doe eyes.
He struggled a moment with himself, getting lost in her eyes before his body was ready to talk to her. "Umm, I found your jacket." he said, lifting it up for her to see.
"Oh." Elena noted, looking down at her red Prada jacket in his hands.
The first thought that ran through her; 'How did he know where I live?' but her eyes then caught her wallet in his hands and she sighed with relief.
"Well come in then." she offered him, waving Stefan inside of the palace she was living in.
It was the waiter, she had read his name-card, but she couldn't remember it at all, something with Salvodre, or Latore, she thought to herself.
Stefan took a step inside the house and she led him quickly to the living room area. Two long white couches, a fireplace and a few little tables were filling it.
Stefan guessed this wasn't the actually living room because there was no tv in here, and no one lived without a tv this years.
Suddenly a woman came from another room as Stefan sat down with Elena. The woman seemed old and she was from somewhere else, India maybe.
"Can I bring you something, Mrs. Mikaelson?" she asked Elena, smiling softly.
But Elena shook her head, smiling warmly back at her as she waved her away. "No thanks, Rosa." She then turned back to Stefan. "I'm so thankful that you brought me the jacket back, Mr..." she trailed off, waiting for him to answer as she couldn't help it but stare at his handsome features.
"Salvatore, my name is Salvatore." Stefan nodded at her, his lips curling up in a smile as his green eyes met her brown ones. "And you're welcome."
Elena wasn't able to keep her eyes off his lips while he spoke and when he finished his sentence, he ran his tongue slowly over his lips, and it sent shivers down her body. She hadn't seen a man this good looking in month, Klaus kept her captive in here, she wasn't even allowed to work anymore.
Her husband was way too jealous. When once a man had starred after her, Klaus had beat the living shit out of him in the middle of a crowded street. Just good that he has enough money to pay the best lawyers of the country.
The glances hadn't stayed unnoticed by Stefan, though and his lips were rolling up into a smirk now. Which made Elena realize that she was actually starring at him like a teenager that had a crush on him, so she quickly gazed down to her hands in her lap and bit her lip in embarrassment.
And as if this situation wasn't enough already, abruptly swung the front door open with a crash against the wall. Klaus was home.
A wave of fear ran through Elena's whole body, from head to toe and back. Everything in her went numb, her eyes locked on the direction of the door and her hand's tensed up, clutching to her own shirt. The only thing she could do was swallow hard.
After the little shock that caught Stefan by the noise of the door slamming against something he finally shifted to look at Elena and his eyebrows went together into a deep frown, she was sitting there stiff, quiet, pale white and looked as if she'd seen a ghost.
Before Stefan could think anymore about the situation, Klaus stood in the room, frowning at the both of them.
His stare shuffled over to look at Elena. "Darling, are you throwing parties without me again?" he asked through clenched teeth, glaring angrily at her.
Elena needed a moment before she could get herself to open her mouth. "He.. He j-just brought m-m.. my jacket over." she stuttered out.
God, no. Why. Why did he have to catch her with him here. He'd think the worst again, that she cheated on him, that she slept with him, that she touched him, or even worse that he touched her.
"So, that's what it called now?" he asked, more to himself then to them and shook his head at her in disbelief.
It was silent for a moment, but Stefan then stood up. "I don't know what's going on here right now, but I can assure you that I was just bring the jacket back." he told Klaus, in a defensive way. He didn't do anything with Elena. What was this man playing on?
"Yeah, yeah. Cut the crap." Klaus said, waving a hand around to improve the affect to show how annoyed he already was with Stefan as he stepped forward, so that they were standing chest to chest now. "You better go home now, I'll need to have a little talk with my wife." he explained and Stefan thought for a moment to see a wicked grin on Klaus' lips, but it vanished too quick for him, again.
Stefan looked back over his shoulder to see Elena.
Another shock paced through his body as I saw her. Her bottom lip as almost quivering, she already fought to keep her tears in bay and her eyes pleaded him to stay, to not leave her with this man, her husband.
Klaus wasn't even as muscular as Stefan, it would be no deal to take him, but this meant trouble, and he'd clearly had enough of that in his life anyway. The man in front of him had money, and the funds to take Stefan down.
So he decided to leave, with a deep, almost sad sigh, he stepped aside, giving Klaus a clear view of Elena, who looked like she'd break apart every second.
Klaus' lips escaped a soft laugh and he patted Stefan shoulder. "Rosa!" he yelled. "Led the gentleman outside, please. And then go and get me a new bottle of whiskey, when you're already on your way out." he smiled at the Indian woman, not giving Elena another look until Stefan and Rose were out of the house.
Strong, that's what she needed to be now. Because Elena could watch the anger and jealousy grow in Klaus' eyes again. She rolled her hand's up to fists and was ready to take it. No matter what she would have to receive this evening, he would take it and try to deal with it.
He couldn't believe Elena was seeing another man. And then this sloppy waiter from the Diner? He was nothing, what could he offer Elena? Nothing.
This had probably been the actual reason why Elena had wanted to go to the freaking woman's bathroom, because she gave him her address, or number.
Klaus walked slowly towards her, laughing humorlessly to himself as he did so and as he reached her, his arm lifted quickly and his hand slammed roughly against her cheek.
It didn't caught her by surprise, but she still yelp out loudly, flying down onto the couch next to them.
"You don't make a fool out of my by sleeping with other men!" Klaus yelled angrily down at her. Before he reached down and grabbed a tight hold of some of Elena's hair to pull her up again.
Another scream came from her as he did so. Echoing through the whole house. He had got her pretty bad, a few hairs were even being ripped out by his force.
The windows of the house where just slightly open and Elena's last scream was loud enough for Stefan's ears to be heard, he turned in a flash of a second around and stared at the white, oh-so-perfect house. He really believed this was perfect, until he met Klaus. The real Klaus.
But the housemaid pulled him to her. "No, boy. Go." she told him.
But Stefan struggled away from her carefully not to hurt her in the progress. What was this woman talking? He had to help Elena, she was in this situation because of him, well, kind of. It was his fault.
Maybe he shouldn't have brought her the jacket back, maybe she would have noticed that it was lost and would have come by herself to search for it. But no, Stefan had to get to know her, he just had to go back and search for the girl with the pretty brown eyes. And she was living with a beast, he had figured that out now.
The beauty and the best. But why the hell did she stay with him anyway? The fear that he had seen in her eyes told him that this wasn't the first time she got this... punishment.
Why was she staying with a man that treated her like shit? Because he had money? Stefan really, really hoped that the money wasn't the reason. Because no matter what Klaus would buy Elena, it wasn't enough in return for what pain she had to go through, to get it.
"But we have to help her!" he told Rosa quickly, shaking his head at her in disbelief.
"You cannot." she answered him, her words dripping with sadness as she hung her head.
Stefan couldn't believe it, Elena was being abused in there and no one said a word. It made Stefan sick, so he took off and ran back to the front door, ignoring Rosa who was yelling after him. His feet dragged him back to the house, and no one could stop it. He'd help her, no matter what. He would help the poor woman in there, and not just because it had been his fault that she was getting hit in there, but also because Stefan couldn't stand it when men, strong men, laid their hands on woman like Elena. So fragile and beautiful.
And finally he reached the house and could look through the living room window.
You are done. *sigh* Phew. And what do you think? Please, I love reviews, more than anything. Because if I get reviewed then I know what you all think...
It was pretty hard for me to write the fighting scene between Klaus and Elena. Because I'm not a big fan of men against woman. But it's for the story. And so I got it over. he he he.
Please, tell me what you think, about the whole story. About Stefan and Elena, about Klaus. About Matt and Caroline. Oh, and you'll see Damon's girlfriend Bonnie and him later too, just so by the way.
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