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Little update: I've got some time scheduled with the fam this weekend... It actually started last night that's why there was no update yesterday. I'll still be doing some writing I just don't know how many stories will get updated until Monday... It could be that none do and then five are done at once :) We'll see.

Anyway here is the next chapter. I did not intend to put any smut in here when I started out, but it happened. It's beneath the first line break for those of you that don't like to read that stuff.


Klaus blinked and tilted his head. A small line appeared between his eyebrows when he reached into the freezer and pulled out a glass.

Elena came up behind him and took the glass from his hand. She popped a piece of frozen chocolate into her mouth and narrowed her eyes when she found him staring at her.

"Wh…?" She mumbled around the swiftly melting treat.

"Why, exactly, did you freeze chocolate, sweetheart?" He tapped the frozen glass; condensation was starting to gather on the smooth cup.

"Because… it's delicious," Elena shrugged and popped another piece into her mouth.

"We have been in Greece for six weeks," he smirked, "and I have never seen you eat frozen chocolate."

"Should have seen me yesterday," Elena snickered, "I was chewing ice," she pointed an accusing finger at him, "Don't look at me like that; it was delicious. By the way, we are out of ice."

"And just when I had a craving for a margarita," Klaus shook his head. He found it difficult to hold his affronted expression when she was grinning like that.

"If you're desperate there are two options," Elena held up her fingers. "You can make ice and wait, or go out and get some."

"Option three would be to use the chocolate," he smirked, "after all it is frozen. Probably a bad idea though chocolate and lime really don't mix…"

"I don't know," Elena spun on her heel, "sounds intriguing," she glanced back over her shoulder, "but I'm not sharing my chocolate so too bad."

Elena giggled when she rounded the corner. Her smile dropped when she stepped into the large foyer.

"Does that rule only apply to Nik, darling?" His arms were crossed over his chest where he leaned against the wall.

Elena stared at him. The frozen chocolate in her mouth warmed on her tongue while she studied him. Her eyes darted to his hand when he reached out and stole a piece of chocolate from the cup.

"Not bad," he nodded his head from side to side, "a little cold for my taste," he licked his lips, "but the chocolate is delicious."

"Kol," Klaus came up behind Elena. He crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

Kol's eyes narrowed. His sparkling gaze cut from Elena to his brother.

"This is the up and coming party spot," he inclined his head slightly, "I thought I'd come and check it out. I didn't know you'd be here."

Elena swallowed when his blazing eyes landed on her again.

"I certainly was not expecting to find you playing house with the runaway doppelganger," Kol's mouth twitched. "I see he's caught up to you darling."

"Caught up…?" Elena tilted her head in confusion.

"You did run," Kol's brows lowered, "did you not? I was expecting you to last a little bit longer than two months."

"I didn't run," she shook her head.

"Nik kidnapped you then?" Kol snagged another piece of chocolate.

"Technically the term is abducted," Elena pulled her glass out of his reach, "and I chose to stay."

"Well then," Kol slung an arm around her shoulders, "since you're not being held captive how about joining me this evening for a night on the town? I'm assuming Nik has been less than hospitable and kept you inside for the most part."

Elena wanted to deny it but when she stopped to think about it she realized she hadn't really left the villa. That was hardly Klaus' fault though. She suspected he would have willingly let her go anywhere so long as he was with her; she just hadn't felt the desire to go anywhere. It had been six weeks of lounging by the pool, writing, and raiding the library which she assumed was maintained by Elijah; Klaus had shown an interest in reading, but he was not the type to stock the library with new books.

Once a week she called her brother. More than once a week she considered the idea of tiptoeing from her bed down the hall to his; of pushing him onto the mattress and fucking him senseless as he had done to her. She wondered how long that would take with his unending stamina. She had thought of dropping to her knees in the kitchen, but then he had spotted the chocolate and the sweet delicacy had called to her.

Aside from her sexual frustration it had been extremely relaxing; just what she had needed after the drama of Mystic Falls, but now that the thought of going out had been brought up she found she kind of wanted to. It might be fun.

"What do you say, love?" Kol tilted his head to meet her eyes. "Up for a night out? We can paint the town red."

Elena pressed her lips into a stern line and arched an eyebrow. Her chocolate brown eyes flashed with a warning.

"Figuratively speaking, darling," he held up his hand in surrender. "I'll be on my best behaviour."

"Kol," Klaus shook his head. His eyes narrowed into a glare.

"Awe come on, Nik," Kol gave him his best pleading look. He had perfected it over the centuries; it was the same one he had used as a child to con his older brothers into doing whatever he wanted. That look had gotten Elijah to take him to see his first werewolf. "She wants to go out."

Klaus turned to Elena who had shrugged one shoulder before slipping from under Kol's arm.

"It could be fun," she chewed her lip.

"You don't have to go," Kol smirked. "I know it's not really your thing. She'll be perfectly fine with me for the evening." He gave Elena a suggestive wink. "I promise you'll have the time of your life, darling."

"Kol," Klaus growled low enough so that Elena wouldn't hear. He didn't know why the thought of Kol and Elena upset him so much.

Kol smirked at the hard look in his older brother's eyes.

"If anything happens to her I'll put you in box for the next millennium," Klaus warned.

Elena blinked in surprise. She had kind of been expecting him to go postal and refuse to let her out of the house. She glared when he plucked the dish of chocolate from her hand and flashed back to the kitchen.

"Hey," she yelled, "I was eating that."


She examined the effect in the full length mirror.

From the front the romper resembled a white sundress with a silver belt. She nodded to herself before pulling her hair into a high ponytail and slipped into her white three inch heels. She spun so her back was to the mirror and watched over her shoulder as she tried to fit the zipper into place.

She huffed and stomped her foot when she found the task impossible. The last time she had worn the outfit was to Caroline's graduation party the week before she had left with Klaus; she had needed Caroline's help to fasten the back then.

"May I be of assistance?"

Elena lifted her eyes to find Klaus leaning against her bedroom door.

His gaze lingered on her long legs; the tan contrasted beautifully with the snow white jumpsuit. She bit her lip before turning slowly and exposing her bare back.

The door clicked shut.

Elena knew he had used vampire speed when his hands settled on her shoulders before she had even finished turning around. She inhaled when his fingers ghosted over her arms and slid the straps down her arms.

"Klaus," she applauded herself when her voice was level. She could tell by the way his eyes glittered in the mirror that her heart was not.

"Yes, love?" He pinned her arms to her sides with the straps of the romper.

Elena gasped when his hands slid back up her arms and around to splay across her ribs. Heat pooled low in her abdomen.

He smirked and nipped at her ear while his fingers kneaded her breasts. He ran his nails lightly around her areolas and flicked her hard nipples.

"Bad idea," she warned breathlessly. Her hips rocked back against his erection.

"Perhaps," he unsnapped her belt and bit her neck hard enough to leave a mark. He soothed the skin with his tongue. "Should I stop?" His hand paused beneath the waist band of her lace thong.

She glared at him in the mirror when he started pulling his hand back up her toned stomach. "Don't you dare," she hissed. He had gotten her worked up and she was not about to let him leave her wanting.

Her eyes widened when he spun her around and pinned her shoulders to the wall of her walk in closet. She knew that lust must have glittered in her eyes.

Klaus wasn't sure what was driving his actions in that moment. He had wanted a repeat performance of some kind, but he had been refraining because that was what she had said. He knew she had wanted it as well, but he had been determined to let her come to him. The combined scent of her near constant arousal and the intoxicating smell of her blood, which had doubled over the past week, had him changing his mind.

Kol's obvious interest might have had something to do with it as well. If he was going to let her go out with his brother he would make sure she smelled like him the entire time; if he happened to leave a hickey or two then all the better.

He smirked down into her dark eyes. Her moan sent a throb of desire straight to his cock. He forced his hand down the front of her romper and roughly circled her clit; he had intended to start out slow but when he found her wet and ready he pushed harder. His fingers vibrated against the sensitive nub fast enough that her orgasm crashed over her.

The small flood of moisture was enough for him to shove three fingers into her dripping center.

Elena clamped down on the digits and moaned when he crooked them and massaged her walls quickly. She opened her eyes and bit down on her cheek to keep from screaming his name when he brought the second orgasm through her. She knew Kol must have been able to hear her moans though when his palm pressed against her clit and drew out the pleasure.

She felt the juices clinging to her inner thighs.

He removed his hand and righted her thong.

"Delicious," he smirked around the finger he popped into his mouth.

Elena, who had been working the romper back up her arms, lifted her hand to the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his in a hard kiss. She moaned when she tasted her juices clinging to his lip.

Pulling away she gave him a playful smile before turning around and repositioning the front of the romper. She smirked at him over her shoulder and grinned when the zipper was slowly pulled up.

She turned back around and settled her hands on his chest. Elena kissed him and walked him back until he collided with the wall by her window and her hands fell to his belt.

She dropped to her knees and pulled his cock free from the confines of his boxers and jeans.

Elena looked up and met his lidded eyes. Her tongue swept up the underside of his shaft and caught the pre-cum on his tip. Opening her mouth wide she slid her plump red lips over his hot throbbing erection. Moaning enthusiastically she started bobbing her head up and down.

"Fuck," Klaus cursed. He wrapped her ponytail around his hand and forced her head down further.

Elena relaxed and took him into her throat. When his entire length was buried in her throat she blinked up at him innocently and swallowed around him.

He groaned. Klaus had to remind himself that she was human and would be seriously injured it he were to follow his instincts and fuck her pretty face. He loosened his hold on her hair to let her take control and grasped her nightstand.

He was pretty sure he heard the wood snap beneath his hand when he exploded in her mouth ten minutes later.

Elena stood up and brushed the dust from her knees. She smiled against his lips when he held her neck and kissed her roughly.

"I have to go," she extracted herself from his arms reluctantly. Bending at the waist she snatched up her belt and slapped his hands when they settled on her ass. "Klaus…" she warned, "… Kol's probably rolling his eyes in the foyer right now."

"He's more likely to be wondering what's keeping you," he grinned. "I had a witch spell the rooms in the house so vampires can't hear what is happening so long as the doors remain shut."

"I'm sensing a story there," she fastened her belt and picked up her clutch.

"I would rather not be reminded of the last time I was here with Rebekah," he shook his head and shuddered.

Klaus caught her wrist when they met Kol at the bottom of the stairs. He pressed a slim vial into her hand.

"What's this?" Elena lifted it to inspect the greenish contents.

"Vervain," Klaus gave his brother a pointed look. "I trust Kol as far as I could throw him."

"You're a thousand year old hybrid," Elena sighed and pulled the cork, "you could probably throw him pretty far."

"She's got a point," Kol chuckled. He glanced at the vial when she lifted it to her lips.

"Fine," Klaus held up his hands, "I don't trust you as far as she could throw you."

"Better," Elena downed the medicine and passed Klaus the bottle. "Happy now?" Her stomach shifted.

"Ecstatic," Klaus grinned. He turned his gaze to Kol, "I meant it Kol. Anything happens to her and I'll put you back in the box."


Ten minutes later she was mildly surprised when Kol opened her car door for her when they reached the club. She had not been expecting him to be a gentleman.

He had Elijah's looks and Klaus' attitude. He was like a mix of his brothers and that made him more dangerous than either; Kol was unpredictable.

"Are you alright?" He tilted his head and ran his eyes over her suddenly pale face.

Elena nodded and swallowed.

Elena slung the strap of her small white bag across her body and followed him inside. Her eyes grew round when Kol took her arm and steadied her when she teetered on her heels.

"Thanks," she mumbled. They had barely stepped into the building when it happened. Her stomach heaved. She knew she would never make it to a bathroom she didn't know the location of.

Elena could make out the snickers of the revelers.

Kol held back her hair and rubbed circles between her shoulder blades. The moment she stopped throwing up into the fern he pulled her back outside into the warm night air.

"I really hate it when people lie to me," he shook his head. Kol pressed the back of his hand to her warm brow. "You've definitely got something."

"I was fine when we left the house," Elena murmured. Sweat lined her brow and she knew her breath had to be foul.

"Indeed," Kol looked into her bright eyes. "I'm going to make an executive decision and say that clubbing is out."

"I c-can…" she couldn't finish the thought.

"You," he stared down into her fevered gaze, "can take a nap and know that when you wake up you'll feel much better."

Elena felt her eyelids drop. She was sound asleep before he had finished talking.


Something wasn't right.

It took her a moment to place what it was. Her stomach quivered and her body shook, but it was the subtle vibrations of the water on the unfamiliar bedside table that clued her in.

The room was moving and that movement was not helping her stomach.

She sat up slowly and reached for the bottle of water before dropping it. It probably wasn't a good idea to drink that when she didn't know where it had come from.

Elena blinked tiredly and slowly took in the room. She was propped against the pillows on a soft queen sized bed. Wall sconces provided a soft light and illuminated the black leather couch and sloping walls that led upwards to a mirror the length of the bed.

She swallowed and carefully stood up. Aside from her headache and shaking stomach she felt alright; she suspected she would feel better if she ate something. It certainly didn't feel like she was going to throw up… again.

Picking up the yoga pants and t-shirt she struggled to remember how she had gotten on the plane. She didn't remember Klaus saying they were going somewhere. The last thing she remembered was going out with Kol.

Slipping into the more comfortable clothes she was struck with the knowledge that they were not hers. The clothes on her body were brand new; she had to pull off the tags before sliding on a pair of flip flops.

Elena swallowed again and took a deep breath to quail the storm rising in her belly. Who was she going to find on the other side of the door?

She supposed there was always the chance that Klaus had made the hasty decision to leave and simply grabbed her new clothes because he hadn't had a chance to pack. The thing that made her heart pound in her chest was the fact that she couldn't remember returning to the villa.

Elena chose the slow approach. She knew in her heart that she had no hope of ever sneaking up on a vampire, but she figured it would have been worse to barge out and demand answers.

Pulling open the door she blinked in surprise when it was neither Klaus nor Kol sitting on the other end of the plane.

She breathed a shaky sigh of relief even as her anxiety swirled around her body.

She wondered idly just how many private planes the Original's owned, or if they just chartered them whenever they wanted to fly somewhere.


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