Yay! We're up to chapter 4! I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews and follows on this story! I LOVE getting all the emails with the reviews. I'm still a little ahead than what is actually posted, but I'm quickly catching up to myself so updates may come slower. I'm also working a lot this week and next because we are short staffed.
I'm also toying with the idea of posting another fic for Kol/Elena. Yes? No? Maybe?
Disclaimer: Because I keep forgetting, obviously I don't own TVD. Because that ish that was the 5th season finale? WOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED! My heart was ripped out, guys. It's on the floor and the TVD writers stomped on it. And the set it on fire.
Also, I'm using some lines/a scene from The Originals/TVD. I'm sure you can guess which ones.
Chapter Four
They slept the majority of the day away. They were eventually forced to wake up when their phones started going off again.
"I'm slinging them from the balcony." Klaus growled, lifting his head from his position on Elena's chest.
She groaned groggily. "Tell them I'm not home." She stretched and turned over on her stomach, shoving her arms under her pillow.
He chuckled and kissed her back where a bit was exposed from her shirt riding up. He reached over and grabbed her phone first. "It's Caroline." He said.
In an uncharacteristic move, she grabbed it from him, ignored the call, turned her phone off and tossed it across the room. He chuckled and snatched his phone up, answering it just before it went to voicemail.
"More answers, Tosha?" he asked idly.
He listened for a few minutes before saying anything else. "Well, then I guess you better find a hunter, hm? Get on that for me, would you?"
He hung up, turning his phone off and burrowing back under the covers with Elena. "We should get up, love." He said quietly.
She opened one eye. "Why?"
He smiled at her. "Because it's about to be nightfall and New Orleans always wakes up at night." He answered.
"Are you looking for a hunter so you can find a cure?" she asked abruptly. "Do you still want to cure me?" her eyes were filling with tears. "These emotions suck!" she exclaimed.
"Honestly…no I don't want to cure you." He answered. His hand rubbed up and down her back. "I like you this way."
Elena sighed, stretching like a cat. "Fine I'll get up." She replied, not responding to his comment.
She made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. He sighed, knowing that she still thought he was trying to cure her.
"Dammit." He growled, stalking to the bathroom himself.
He climbed into the shower behind her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She squealed in response.
"I don't want to cure you." He whispered in her ear. "I have other reasons for trying to find the hunters that have nothing to do with you." He explained.
"Like what?" she asked.
He shook his head. "I'll tell you at another time. I don't want you to worry about that right now." He said, kissing her temple. "Let's just have fun, okay? We're in the best city in the world and you're a new vampire, embrace it. Stop looking for next week's biggest plot twist."
She sighed heavily and nodded. "Okay, go." She shoved at his shoulders. "I want to shower by myself." She ordered.
He gave her a wounded look, "But love, what about my shower?"
"You can go after me!" she exclaimed. "Showers are sacred." She nodded to herself.
He laughed and climbed out of the shower. "Have it your way love." He responded, holding his hands up in surrender as he left her to get ready.
She climbed out of the shower a few minutes later and decided to put some music on her phone to get ready, like she used to. She smile as she realized this was the most carefree she had felt since her parents died and vampires had exploded into her life.
She finished her hair and makeup and then made her way back to their bed room to get dressed.
"You look beautiful." Klaus said from his place on the bed. He held his hand out. "Come here." He requested.
Elena smiled and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull her on top of him. Her lips met his before he could make a move.
He switched them around so that she was under him at vampire speed and she quickly pulled at his boxers that he had worn to bed.
He was undressed quickly and pushing himself inside her, instantly beginning a fast pace. She urged him faster until they were a blur to human eyes. She threw her head to the side and pulled him toward her neck as he did the same with hers. They both moaned loudly at the taste of the other's blood on their tongues.
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of that." Elena sighed.
Klaus gave her a gentle smile and kissed her before he rolled off of her. "Let's get dressed, love." He requested.
She nodded and climbed out of bed. She quickly threw on some shorts and a loose tank top, pairing the outfit with ankle boots, a few bracelets and a long necklace. When she was done, she tousled her hair a bit and turned back to him, where he was shrugging on a jacket.
He led her back to the French Quarter with no particular destination in mind.
"Karaoke!" She exclaimed when they passed by a bar with music coming from it.
He groaned. "Come on love, seriously?"
"Yes seriously." She said, grinning. "It's fun."
He sighed but held the door to the bar open for her. He was beginning to understand that he would do anything he could to make her happy, even if it was an insipid karaoke bar in the middle of the French Quarter. The problem was that he was pretty sure that it wasn't the bond leading his actions, he actually wanted to make her happy and that thought was completely foreign to him.
When they made it into the bar, he turned to grab drinks as Elena found them a table. When he turned back around, he was shocked to his core.
"How you like me now?!" a man was singing on the stage. "How you like me now?!"
"What the hell?" Klaus breathed.
"What?" Elena asked, concerned. "Do you know him?"
"Know him?" Klaus asked. "I created him, love."
Marcel met his eyes when he stepped off the stage. "Klaus." He said plainly.
Klaus stepped partially in front of Elena. "Marcel."
"Must be a hundred years since that nasty business with your papa." Marcel continued.
Klaus shrugged. "Has it been that long?"
"The way I recall it, he ran you out of town." Marcel responded. "Left a trail of dead vampires in his wake."
Klaus stepped closer to him as Marcel advanced. "And how fortunate you managed to survive. My father, I'm afraid, I've recently incinerated to dust."
Several vampires stood up to stand behind Marcel as Klaus stepped closer and Elena bit her lip in worry, willing Klaus not to do anything to this vampire.
Marcel looked around. "Well if I had known you were coming back into town, I'd have…"
"Done what, Marcel?" Klaus interrupted menacingly. Marcel glared and Klaus stepped even closer. "What would you have done?"
Marcel continued to glare for a moment before he cracked a wide grin. "I'd have thrown you a damn parade." He finally responded.
Klaus laughed and the two men embraced in a typical man hug that consisted of back patting more than anything and when they pulled away, Marcel put both hands on either side of Klaus's face.
"Niklaus Mikaelson, my mentor, my savior, my sire." He exclaimed.
Klaus grinned. "I'd written you off as dead." He said.
Marcel shook his head. "I rose like a phoenix from the ashes." He quipped. "Come on, let's get you a drink, and one for your lady friend?" he questioned, looking at Elena.
Klaus turned around and grabbed Elena's hand, pulling her closely to him. "Stay by me." He whispered in her ear.
Marcel bought them both drinks and led them to a booth in the back of the bar.
"I never thought I'd see you again." Marcel said once they were seated.
Klaus smirked. "I could say the same for you Marcellus."
Marcel grinned. "Well, I didn't exactly know where you and your siblings ran off to." He glanced at Elena. "Looks like you've been busy."
She just smiled at him in response.
"I've been around." Klaus responded vaguely.
"Well, how long are you going to be around now?" Marcel asked curiously.
Klaus shrugged, throwing an arm around Elena. "Not sure yet. I guess we'll see."
They shared a few more drinks before Elena leaned up and whispered something in Klaus' ear. As soon as she did, Klaus looked up at Marcel started making his goodbyes.
"I never knew you to be reined in by a woman." Marcel said, laughing.
Klaus smirked at him. "Ah, Marcel. Have I taught you nothing? When such a beautiful woman wants to get you alone, you don't exactly say no." he responded.
Elena smiled up at Klaus, but still didn't say anything. Even Klaus was finding her silence odd.
"I'm not sure about him." She said as soon as they were out of the bar.
Klaus kissed her temple. "Don't worry about it. Come on love, you haven't fed all day. We're going out to eat." He quipped.
She rolled her eyes at his poor attempt at a joke. "You won't let me kill anyone, right?" she asked.
"Whatever you wish, love." He responded.
An hour later, Elena was compelling the second person she fed on. When she was done, she turned to Klaus who had walked up behind her.
"You're doing very well, love." He complimented, wiping a bit of blood off her chin, licking it from his finger.
She wrinkled her nose. "If you say so. I'd still rather drink from bags."
He wrapped his arms around her. "Blood bags won't always be readily available, love, and I don't want you going off the rails just because they are in short supply."
"I didn't say you were wrong." She informed him. "I just said I didn't like it."
He laughed in response. "I'm going to find someone to eat myself love. I'll be back in a moment."
He sped off before she could respond and she sighed. "Don't kill anyone." She said uselessly.
A short while later, they were on their way back to their hotel. "So, Marcel." She said, returning to their earlier conversation.
"We'll watch him." Klaus told her to placate her.
"Are you planning on staying New Orleans?" she asked curiously.
Her only answer was a shrug.
They made it back to their hotel and began getting ready for bed.
She laughed as she stood in the bathroom, brushing her teeth after putting on her pajamas and taking her makeup off, tying her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head.
"What love?" he asked, where he was doing the same thing, minus the makeup and hair.
"It's just." She used her toothbrush to gesture between the two of them. "Look at us. We're so….normal." she laughed again, quickly becoming hysterical as her emotions got the better of her.
His lips quirked up as he pulled her to him. "I wouldn't have us any other way darling." He said quickly. He kissed her on the forehead as her laughter cleared and her eyes filled with tears.
"Ugh I hate this!" she exclaimed. "I'm so happy, I'm crying!"
He chuckled. "It gets better, love. I promise." He released her and headed to the bedroom, knowing she needed a minute by herself.
She finished up her teeth and wiped her eyes, feeling a bit calmer.
When she came into the bedroom, he was already in bed and she eagerly climbed under the covers, snuggling close to him.
"Whatever this is…" she stated quietly. "I'm glad it happened."
"Me too, love." He responded, kissing her quickly before turning around to turn off the bedside lamp.
She woke up a few hours later to Klaus angrily pacing the room. "Would you just go away?!" he growled fiercely. "I did not kill you! My mother did! You can't blame me for that!"
He was quiet for a moment. "You know as well as I do that will never happen." He responded. "There's one thing on this Earth that could kill me… and it doesn't exist anymore."
She watched him curiously for a moment, surprised that he didn't seem to realize she was awake.
"I can't go anywhere because of her!" he declared fiercely. "Oh god, not you too." He suddenly sneered, looking in a different direction. "You stupid whore. Not satisfied playing with my brother?"
"Klaus?" she finally whispered softly.
He spun around on his heel, glaring at her fiercely. "You may share her face, but you do not even compare to her." He said.
She swallowed as he confirmed her worst fears. That all the men in her life would always compare her to her ancestors and that she would fall short.
"Who are you talking to, Klaus?" she asked bravely.
He glared fiercely at her. "You Katerina, who else is here?!" he gestured wildly around the room.
"Klaus, it's not Katherine." She insisted.
"Oh lovely. Tatia. The one that started it all." He glared. "You're just as vindictive as your descendent."
She reached forward and grabbed his hand. "You aren't making any sense. Klaus, its Elena."
His eyes cleared for a moment and he looked at her with real fear in his eyes. "Elena?" he asked. She nodded and pulled him closer to her.
"It's me." She reassured him.
He clutched her tightly to him. "I'm sorry I woke you." He said quietly.
"What's going on?" she asked.
He smiled at her, rubbing a thumb across her cheek. "Don't worry about me love." He answered.
She shook her head. "No, something's going on. What is it?"
"It's a side effect." He finally admitted.
"To what?" she asked cautiously.
"Of killing a hunter that belongs to The Five." He responded.
"A hunter that belongs to the five?" she repeated and her face lit up as she realized what he was saying. "Connor! You killed him?" she questioned.
He nodded. "Yes, this happened once in the 1600s too…I killed one of the Five and he haunted me for the next hundred or so years trying to get me to kill myself." He quirked a smile. "He doesn't seem to understand that's rather impossible so he's begun to appear to me as Tatia and Katerina."
She shook her head, standing up to find some clothes. "There has to be a way to fix it. We're going to have to talk to Bonnie."
He grabbed her hand to stop her. "Love, I have at least five witches researching. It will be fine. Worst comes to worst, I'll deal with it for a 100 years, just like I did last time."
"Klaus…" she whispered. "We need to talk to Bonnie. She'll be able to find something, I'm sure."
"Then we'll talk to Bonnie when we get back to Mystic Falls." He proposed, raising her hand up to his mouth to kiss it. "If she'll even talk to us about this."
She sighed and nodded in response, knowing that arguing was pointless. He smiled at her and led her back to bed, easily distracting her.