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Chapter 2

Elena woke up in her hotel room, her limbs entangled with Kol's. A soft buzzing was heard from her coat across the room. She slowly got up, careful not to wake Kol. She whooshed to her coat, fishing out her cell phone and grabbing Kol's discarded shirt.

She ducked into the bathroom and put on Kol's shirt, trying to keep her voice quiet as she answered her phone, "Hello?"

Elena, where are you? Damon and Stefan said you ran off.

"Everything's fine, Bon," Elena sighed, looking at herself in the mirror, "Damon's just a little angry that I keep giving him the slip."

Why don't you just come home, 'Lena? I know you flipped the switch, but we still care about you. We won't you to be safe and know that you're loved.

"Loved?" Elena sneered, "My sire made me turn off my humanity instead of feeling grief for my dead brother. If he actually cared about me, he wouldn't have done that. But, I guess I should be thanking him. I don't feel anything anymore. And it's freakin' great."

Elena, come home. I won't keep covering for you anymore. I'll tell Damon where you are and he'll be there by the end of the day. He's in Maine looking for you.

"Go ahead, Bonnie," she taunted, "Tell Damon. I dare you." She hit the end button and practically dropped her phone onto the bathroom counter. She ran her hand through her hair and turned on the shower.

Arms wound around her waist and Kol's voice was in her ear, "Not trying to sneak out on me, are you, darling?"

Elena pulled her hair into a loose ponytail and turned in Kol's arms to face him. She smiled when he noticed he was still naked after their escapade the night before, "Now why would I do that after the night we had?"

"No humanity seems to make people run, even after a good night," Kol answered, looking down and appraising Elena in his shirt, "However, if you do decide to run, make sure to do it in my shirt. It would be a lot easier to find you when you smell just like me," he pressed his lips to her and stripped her before pulling her into the shower with him.

When Kol and Elena finally emerged from the shower, the water ran cold and the mirror was fogged up beyond belief. His lips were still tangled with hers as she tried to dry off.

"Did you want to go anywhere, darling? Or would you prefer to stay here all day?" Kol asked her seductively.

Elena pulled on Kol's shirt again, "Does this answer your question?" She smiled and went back into the bedroom. She picked up the phone and looked at the menu next to it, "I'm going to order room service, do you want anything?"

He came out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, "An omelet would be great. And hopefully the hotel worker will taste just as good," he winked at her as she placed their order.

"Do you want me to go your clothes from your room? I kinda abducted your only shirt."

"I don't mind, darling. I'll go grab some clothes and get a bite to eat. Don't wander too far," Kol said as he tightened the towel around his waist and went to the door, smirking at Elena, "I'm not even close to being done with you."

Elena blushed slightly as he closed the door. She collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling while contemplating her next move. She couldn't allow herself to be blindsided by anything Kol could throw at her. And she couldn't let him trick her into flipping her switch back on. She knew that she felt something for him, but she couldn't let her feelings in, not right now. Meaningless sex and nights of no remembrance where the only things she was planning for the foreseeable future. Kol seemed to be on board with that sentiment and she couldn't be happier. Damon just kept trying to fix her; no one liked her without her humanity.

A knock sounded on the door and Elena jumped up as her stomach rumbled. She couldn't help but be annoyed that room service seemed to take so long. She pulled down Kol's shirt, but it just barely covered the tops of the thighs.

She swung the door open, "Took long enough-" she stopped short at who was standing on the other side of the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry it took so long. Witchy had an epiphany this morning and finally called me with your location," Damon snapped, pushing his way inside her hotel room, "So where's the boy of the night? It looks like you had fun," he sneered as he took in her appearance.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Damon," she said as she crossed her arms, "I happen to be enjoying the Canadian hospitality."

"I'll show you hospitality!" He grabbed her arm and tried to drag her out of her hotel room.

"Damon! Stop!"

He pulled her tight against himself before pushing her away roughly, "God, Elena, you stink!" He sniffed the air in front of her and stiffened, "You weren't with a human last night, were you? Who were you with, Elena? And what the hell happened to your hair?"

She squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eye, "That's none of your business, Damon. I don't need your permission to sleep with someone or to dye my hair for that matter."

He rushed her and pinned her against the wall by her throat, "You're coming home with me. It's not debatable!"

She clawed at his arm, trying to get him to release her, but his forearm pressed painfully hard into her chest, cracking her ribs. She felt his hand crush her windpipe as she struggled to cough up the blood that was filling her lungs. His strength was too much for the new vampire. Gray spots danced in front of her vision as she struggled to stay unconscious.

The door swung open, practically breaking free of its hinges as Kol, dressed, thankfully, flung Damon off of Elena.

"Damon, darling, I thought we had a little chat last time I saw you," Kol said as he circled Damon who now lay on the floor by the opposite wall.

"You're sleeping with an original? What's the matter with you, Elena? When you turned off your humanity, did you lose your brain cells, too?" Damon stared incredulously at her.

Kol kicked Damon in the ribs before he went to Elena's side and pulled her up, "Are you alright?"

Elena nodded furiously, still unable to talk as her windpipe took its sweet time to heal. Kol accepted her answer and helped her to the bed as Damon got to his feet.

"Why do you want Elena? Did you compel her to stay with you?" Damon sneered as he sauntered towards Kol. If the original wanted a fight, Damon would sure as hell give him one.

Kol gave out a laugh, "Compel her? Not all vampire men have to compel women to stay with them. Some of us just happen to be that good in bed," Kol taunted as he wagged his eyebrows at Elena who paled at his words.

Damon growled, "You're not who she wants. She wants me back because-"

"Because you're the bad guy?" Kol cut Damon off with an angry rumble, "Do you honestly think that you're worse than a thousand year old vampire? An original vampire?" Kol snorted incredulously, "I don't compel women, Salvatore. I win them over with skills I've perfected over the millennia."

Damon threw himself at the original, connecting his fist with his face. Kol stumbled slightly and retaliated by picking Damon up like a ragdoll and tossing him into the far wall.

"Do you think I'd allow you to take Elena from me, Damon?" He spat as he crouched by the younger vampire's side, "She wants to stay here, with me, and far be it from myself to deny her what she wants."

Damon groaned as he struggled to his feet once more, "Elena belongs with me. I sired her!"

"Unknowingly, might I add," Elena mumbled.

"You can't use your sire bond as leverage against a humanity-less vampire, Salvatore. You're old enough to know that," Kol scolded, looking Damon in the eyes, "You will go home to Mystic Falls and tell everyone that Elena is happy. You'll stop searching for her and the compulsion will be lifted once she returns home."

Damon's eyes clouded slightly and then he got up and left the hotel room.

"You didn't have to compel him," Elena chided gently as Kol sat on the bed next to her.

"Well, would you rather have me kill him in front of you?" He asked, "I can't have you feeling too guilty when you decide to flip that pretty little switch of yours, darling."

Elena sighed, "Are you trying to get me to turn my humanity back on, too? Because if you are, I'm leaving right now. I don't need this," Elena got up and starting picking up her clothes from the floor.

"Oh, come now, darling. I'm not going to try to convince you to flip your switch back. I lived hundreds of years without it, I know the allure," Kol remarked as he lay back on the bed, "However, I can think of a place to have fun without humanity. More fun than Quebec that is."

Elena perked up, "And where might that be?" She purred as she continued packing her bag.

Kol's face lit up in a devious grin, "New Orleans, darling."

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~Grace