Elena watched the country-side blur past the car window. She had been sitting in the front seat of Katherine's car for nearly and hour and she had no idea where they were going. She was hesitant to ask Katherine because she was enjoying the silence between them. The less contact we make the better, she thought. She rested her forehead against the cool glass of the window and her eyelids fluttered shut.

x~x~x~x~x~x

Stefan and Damon pulled up to the Mikaelson mansion and cut the ignition. Stefan glanced at his brother who simply nodded and the both of them got out of the 1967 Chevy Camarois. They didn't bother knocking at the front door, it was unlocked. They stepped inside the large entrance hall and Klaus immediately burst through a door that appeared to lead to the parlor.

"To what do I owe, this unexpected pleasure?" he asked. His voice was tinged with sarcasm and hate.

"Where's your mother these days?" Damon asked in return.

Klaus frowned, "In a bloody coffin. Where she belongs."

"Then explain to us why Alaric's not in the tomb," Stefan said quietly.

Klaus's body visibly tensed. "What do you mean he's not in the tomb? Has someone discovered him?"

"Not likely since there wasn't anything on the news," Stefan said quickly. "We suspect that your mother somehow had Alaric complete the transition."

Klaus shrugged, "Well, it doesn't really concern me now. I was just on my way out of town."

"It does concern you, Klaus. I guess you've forgotten why your mother even used Alaric in the first place. She wants you dead. She wants all of us dead," Damon hissed.

"I have the ability to disappear. If I don't want to be found, I won't be. Can't say the same for you two. Now get out of my house."

Stefan and Damon exchanged a glance, turned, and left.

"Well, we weren't really hoping for him to grow a pair and defend our entire race, right?" Damon muttered.

x~x~x~x~x~x

It was nightfall when Elena finally awoke. She was being shaken violently. Her eyes snapped open and fell upon Katherine. "We're here," the other doppleganger said, smirking.

Elena rubbed her eyes and stepped out of the car. They were parallel parked in front of a row of brick houses, each seemed to be joined to the next. "Where are we?" Elena asked groggily.

"Never mind that, get your stuff from the trunk and let's get inside."

Elena walked over to the open trunk. She removed her duffle bag and her suitcase and shut it. She followed Katherine to the steps of the nearest house, number 46. She hauled her luggage up the front stairs. Katherine held the front door open for her and Elena dropped her bags at the foot of the staircase directly inside.

"Spare bedroom upstairs. It's the first door on the left. There's food in the fridge and freezer. Am I leaving anything out?" Katherine said dully.

"No I think that covers everything," Elena said. She was relieved that Katherine seemed to have the same mindset about their situation.

Katherine watched Elena struggle with her luggage as she attempted to climb the stairs. So weak. So pathetic. She could feel thirst clawing at her esophagus and she went to the kitchen to find her drink of choice. At least I won't have to deal with an empty house anymore, she tried to think optimistically. It was true. Hiding from an original wasn't the most social activity, but she could have found herself a more desirable room mate.

She just drops in and sweeps everyone off their feet. What do my Salvatores even see in her?

Kathrine opened the fridge and produced a blood bag. Mm, type AB. How rare. She ripped the top off and began sucking down the crimson, metallic liquid inside. She could feel the talons of thirst releasing from her throat and strength returning to her limbs.

When she was finished, she tossed the plastic into the trash receptacle under the sink. She licked the blood residue from her lips. A sudden whim overcame her. She was bored, and had a hunger of a different kind. Not the best combination.

x~x~x~x~x~x

Klaus threw open the door to the Gilbert house. It was pitch black, but he could see perfectly. He listened closely, but could not hear the familiar heartbeat of the doppleganger. He sped around the house, over turning furniture, throwing open doors, and ravaging through closets. The doppleganger was nowhere to be found. He let out a roar of frustration. It was bad enough that he had found his prime hybrid's home empty. Now the doppleganger was missing as well. How could they have just disappeared? he thought angrily. Right under my nose at that!

The Salvatores must know something about this, he decided. They're trying to force me into helping them stop Alaric. I'll show them. I'll show them that no one forces Klaus to do anything!

x~x~x~x~x~x~x

Elena slid off her shirt and struggled from her jeans. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sink into the soft mattress and surrender to sleep. She bent over her suitcase and began to rummage for her pajamas. A soft bang behind her caused her to spin around. The door to her bedroom was open, but there was no one in the doorway.

She walked over cautiously. She poked her head into the hallway, which proved to be empty as well. Elena frowned and shut the door. When she turned around she came face to face with Katherine.

"What are you-" Elena began, but Katherine interrupted her by forcing her against the door. A noise escaped Elena's lips as pain shot up her spine. Before she could process the situation, Katherine' lips were on hers and her body was pressing tightly against Elena's.

Elena struggled against the other doppleganger. Her thoughts were scattering.

What the hell is she doing?

What does she want from me?

One of Katherine's hands was sliding up Elena's side. Her fingertips grazed over the soft skin of Elena's stomach. Elena was panicked now. She tried to kick Katherine, to claw at her face. Her attempts were futile.

Katherine finally pulled back, she was breathing heavily, "If you don't stop struggling, I will rip that fucking necklace off your neck and think of all the fun things we'll do then."

Elena froze. "That's better," Katherine whispered. Her hips pressed against Elena's with even more force. Her lips traveled hungrily down Elena's neck, causing Elena to shiver.

Katherine's hands were hungrier than her lips. She tore Elena's bra from her body. Elena was fighting back persistent, stinging, tears. She felt both of Katherine's hands on her breasts, squeezing them, almost painfully. Elena closed her eyes and wished for it to be over.

Yeah. First femslash/non-con. I think I'll just ease into it. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. :