Title: Lies To Live By
Author: Alysia
Category: Post episode/alternate universe. It picks up during the episode in season two when Stefan threatens to drive Elena off the bridge.
Couple(s): Elejah, not sure about the others yet.
Summary: When Elena wakes up without any memory of her friends or family, she gets help from an old friend. Under his instruction, she focuses on the present instead of her past. It works out well for her, but what happens when her past meets her present?
Disclaimer: I don't own any character familiar to TVD, I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted pleasure.
Author's Note: I know, I still have AOF to work on, but it's been a slow process. This has been sitting around for a while, and I'm hoping that any responses that are generated will help me kick my butt in to gear so I can get the epilogue for Fake Dates up.

Chapter 1

"I don't really care what you think about me anymore, Elena."

The words seemed to be on repeat, each time she heard the phrase, it cut her just a little bit more than the previous time, breaking her heart all over again.

How had they managed to get point? Once upon a time, he had been her everything. She had been so tied up in anything Stefan. Stefan Salvatore opened her eyes to a whole new world. It hadn't been easy, but she figured that since they had been together, it was all manageable…until the night that he left with Klaus.

All bets were off once Stefan left with Klaus, a trade for the antidote to Damon's werewolf bite. Stefan, whom Elena had known struggled with his feeding habits, went back to feeding off humans…not just blood bags like his brother Damon or Caroline Forbes did; but from the life source. She thought it had been bad enough when she discovered the truth, and while it was…when Klaus compelled her boyfriend out of love with her; that was the breaking point.

Since Stefan's return to Mystic Falls, things had been awful, not only between herself and Stefan, but also between the Salvatore brothers. Upon first meeting Damon and getting to understand the relationship between the vampire siblings, she discovered that there was just a little bit of resentment and sibling rivalry. Damon loved nothing more than pissing off his brother; but when all was said and done, he loved him. When Stefan disappeared, Damon stepped up and took care of Elena and became her rock.

That emotional support grew into something more, for Elena. Damon had already confessed to being interested in her. She denied the attraction between them, but seeing the way he stood by her side and helped her when she needed someone, she finally allowed herself to accept those growing feelings. She still didn't know what they meant, or how to further process them. They'd shared a kiss just the other night, and guilt immediately welled up inside her. She wasn't sure if it was because of the fact that she was moving on, or if because it had been with his brother.

The truth of the matter was, despite what Stefan had done, she hadn't wanted to let go of their relationship. The way that it ended just wasn't fair, they'd been robbed! And she wanted so desperately to just find that connection with him again! She missed having him in her life, and if things really and truly were over between them, shouldn't they be the ones to make the decision? Shouldn't she get a say so in that? Then again, she supposed that after his actions that night, things were definitely finished. There was no excusing his actions any longer; not that she could even if she wanted to. Having to hear his harsh words was one thing, but for him to threaten her life?! She wouldn't just gloss over that fact.

The death of her parents haunted her thoughts every day. She knew that if it hadn't been for her, they never would have been in the position to have an accident…and then there was the survivor's guilt. She'd survived what her parents could not, and Stefan, more than anyone, knew how that affected her. Asshole! How dare he do that? If it had been part of a plan that they had worked out together, that would be one thing; but to force her to drink his blood as he threatened to drive off a bridge?!

Putting his risk aside, he'd force fed her his blood. He knew how she felt about that, how angry she'd been in the previous months when Damon tried to do the same thing to her! He knew she had no desire to transition into a vampire…and for him to threaten her existence to get the better of Klaus was inexcusable. In the span of three minutes, Stefan had managed to break her in a way that not even Klaus had been able to do. Would he have actually gone through with it? She just didn't have an answer. At one time, she would have vehemently denied it, but she couldn't do that anymore.

As if that wasn't enough, Stefan left her on the bridge. It was freezing cold outside, he'd threatened to kill her, and had betrayed her and used her trust in him against her. Yeah, it would be a long time coming before she found it in her heart to truly forgive him. She began the long walk home, and hadn't even walked half a mile before she felt the first rain drop fall on her. "You have got to be kidding me!" She screamed out into the night, the rain only fell heavier. She ran for the cover of the trees, but even that wasn't enough. A few minutes later, it was obvious that the rain wasn't about to let up any time. A car pulled up, and she almost thought it was Stefan coming to apologize; she was about ready to tell him to go to hell, when she recognized the make and model of the car. She'd have preferred Stefan.

"Would you like a ride?" A voice asks, pulling over the side of the road where she was standing.

"No thanks, Klaus."

"So…you're just going to stand in the freezing cold rain all night?" Klaus asked, one eyebrow arched at her actions. He thought his sarcasm would get him more of her charming wit, but she remained motionless. "Yes, I can see where that might be appealing. Let's see; getting a ride in a nice, dry, warm car to a place of shelter…or staying out in the rain in the cold…yes, tough decision. I'd hate to be in your shoes."

"I wouldn't be in this position if Elijah had killed you when he said he would!" God, how she hated the man in front of her! If it wasn't for him, her life would have been much simpler. As far as she was concerned, all of this was his fault!

"Yes, because all of this is my fault," he sarcastically agreed, almost as though he had read her mind. "Get in the car, Elena!"

"No!"

Klaus hit his fists against the steering wheel. "If something happens to you, to your blood-"

"God forbid that something happens to your precious doppelganger!" She snarked back. "That's all you care about! Perhaps if you were a little less of an ass, I would be willing to get in the car with you."

"Yes, because juvenile actions like this are oh so attractive," he replied before letting out a sigh. "Just get in the car, Elena," his tone was even, with no maliciousness behind it. "Look, you're soaking wet and it's more than just a bit chilly. It would be stupid of you to stay out here, and you know it."

Elena pursed her lips as she considered his words. He did have a point. It was too cold to stay outside in the freezing cold rain. She'd have to reconcile with her pride later, it just wasn't worth it. "Fine," she accepted, marching over to the passenger side of the car.

As soon as she got in the car, Klaus reached over and turned on the heater. Elena didn't say anything, but the even expression of her gaze when she looked at him, said enough.

"So…bad night?"

Elena snorted at the obvious observation. "Yeah, I gotta tell you, I'm really tired of people trying to kill me." She shook her head as she stared out the passenger window. "It's one thing for you to try, I mean you don't have loyalties to me…but Stefan? He was the one that protected me. Even after he left with you, he was still trying to protect me."

"It's a horrible feeling when someone you love tries to kill you, isn't it?" The question came off in a twisted manner, but Elena ignored him, knowing sarcasm when she heard it. She was sure that he knew all about that.

"I just don't know how he could do that to me," she whispered, feeling insecure. It was then that she noticed that Klaus was passing the way to get to her house. "Where are you going? You said you were going to take me home."

"No, I said I was going to take you to shelter," he reminded her. "You just assumed that meant your house." When Elena's body tensed up, he continued speaking. "The last people that you need to be around are Stefan and Damon."

She couldn't hold back her scoff. "Excuse me?" Who was he to make such decisions about her life?

"Look, based on Stefan's actions tonight, he's unstable," Klaus explained swiftly. "Aside from that, how do you think lover-boy is going to handle the fact that you and big brother were, in the words of Buffy, making with the smoochies?"

"I didn't think that you were one for television," Elena said back before his words sunk in. "Wait, how did you know that Damon and I kissed?" As soon as she uttered the words, she shook her head. "Never mind," she denied. Of course Klaus would know, if he hadn't been watching her, he would have had someone doing it for him.

"Elena, there isn't much that goes on that I don't know about," Klaus told her, his voice matter-of-fact and as though him knowing such a personal moment for her was no big deal. "You're heading into a very dangerous situation with them."

"And how would you know?" Her tone was mocking. As far as she was concerned, the man driving the car was dangerous to her, not her friends!

"Because I've been there, Elena," he answered. "Elijah and I both fell in love with the same woman. It nearly ruined our relationship." Tatia. Even a thousand years later, just mentioning her name left a bitter taste in his mouth. He and Elijah had been fools for her. At least he learned his lesson, unlike his brother.

"Nearly?" She asked, not able to contain her astonishment over his choice of words. "You daggered your brother a few months ago…and that's on good terms?" This man was going to kill her, she noticed the way that his jaw ticked. For some reason though, she just couldn't stop the words that continued to tumble out of her mouth. "If that's good, I'd hate to see you two on bad terms."

Klaus licked his lips, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. He wasn't accustomed to people speaking to him like that. "Because of our feud, she's dead," he said, ignoring the annoyance he felt for his companion. "Those…boys," and as far as he concerned; that was what they were, "are going to either end up turning you or killing you, and I won't allow that." He turned up to the drive that to his large mansion.

"You're really expecting me to stay here?" Elena observed with a tint of wonderment to her voice. "I don't think that is the best choice I've made, seeing as how you've already killed me."

"Love, I thought you'd be over that little fact by now," he told her. The tone of his voice held indifference, as though he was talking about the weather. "We both know that my…intentions towards you have changed," he reminded her. "You're of no use to me if you're dead." He got out of the car, before walking around it and opening Elena's door. "It's late, you're wet and I'm not going anywhere else tonight, so stop fighting me at every twist and turn." He held his hand, not only to help her out of the car, but as a truce of sorts.

Elena studied his hand before looking at him. "I must be crazy," she voiced, allowing him to help her out of the vehicle.

Klaus smiled, shutting the car door behind her. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it, love?"

"Would you stop calling me that?" She hissed at him, yanking her hand away from him.

Klaus chuckled at the woman next to him. If he wasn't so amused, he'd be insulted by her words and actions. He waited until they both crossed the threshold and he shut the door behind him.

"Oh, by the way, I've had the house spelled. You will not be leaving here unless it's with me." Klaus shared after a moment of afterthought.

Elena's eye widened as his words filtered through her brain. Her feet seemed to move of their own accord and she rushed towards door, pulling it open. Holding a hand out, it fell against an invisible force. "No! You tricked me here." She pulled away and glared at him.

He sighed, gently shutting the door and placing his hands on her shoulders. He directed her up the stairs. "No," he shook his head. "I never tricked you; you're the one that didn't ask more questions before agreeing to come with me." His mother always taught her children to be very careful with their words. It was a lesson that he carried with him through the years.

"Because you keeping me against my will never crossed my mind," she shot back, allowing him to lead her up the ornate stairway. She knew that she could have fought against him, but in the end, it'd be pointless. If he wanted to, he could have thrown her over his shoulder and carried her or compelled her to do whatever he wanted.

"Ah, here we go, love." He opened a bedroom door and walked in, placing her on the bed. Elena immediately moved as far away from him as she could. Klaus sighed at the action. "I've already explained to you, Elena, you have nothing to fear from me. Not any longer. I will take care of you, and make sure that no harm will ever come to you."

"You can't keep me here for long, Klaus. My friends will come looking for me." She was sure that even Stefan would come for her, even if it was only to get the best of Klaus.

The hybrid shook his head before moving to retreat from the room. As soon as he reached the door, he spun around to face her once again. "Oh, and I forgot to tell you. Your friends believe that you died the night of the sacrifice. They won't come searching for you." He offered a pleasant smile. "We'll be leaving Mystic Falls in the coming week, and then you'll be free to move around without the possibility of someone recognizing you." Without waiting for a response, he turned and left the room. He didn't tell her that the same witch who'd performed the spell on her friends would be wiping her memory as well. What was the point of torturing her unnecessarily when the dynamics of their relationship would be altered completely?

Dropping down onto the large bed in the lavish room, Elena felt all emotions from the night well up. Curling into a ball at the foot of the bed, she fell into tears. She sobbed for Jeremy and the fact that he would believe he was the only living Gilbert left. She cried for her friendships with Bonnie, Caroline and Matt. She thought on Damon and Stefan, not in a romantic aspect, but what they represented in her life; security, protection and comfort. And then she cried for the unknown. What was going to happen to her?