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Elena's P.O.V

It was dark. Cold. Somehow peaceful. I didn't feel anything. There was no hurt, no anger, no frustration and no despair. I felt as light as a feather and as heavy as a mountain at the same time and tough I was sleeping, I was incredible tired. My thoughts strayed and I didn't concentrate on anything in particular. I just lay there and waited for the end to come.

But then, I was drawn back to the present.

I felt skin pressed against my lips. Blood dripping into my mouth. Intuitive, I swallowed, to weak to resist. After a few gulps, I was starting to enjoy the taste and clasped my hand around the source of the delicous sweetness that was running down my throat. Feeling better than ever, I opened my eyes.

As I saw her the memories came back. The feelings too. And I jumped away from her in a second. I looked down at my arms, to see that the wounds had completely healed. Tears started to roll down my face when I came to realize that my plan had failed.

„Why Katherine? Why? Why couldn't you just let me die you psychotic, selfish little bitch?!"

My voice sounded hoarse while I was screaming at her. I could see a huge facet of emotions passing over her pretty face. First a strange sort of compassion. Then shock. Followed by fury.

„Because I need you alive, Elena."

Still trembling because of the blood loss, I crawled out of the bed and continued to scream, now nearly hysterical.

„I don't care! All I wanted was to save everyone I love. Because whatever you're planning to use me for, is not going to make anyone happy, but you! And it's only a matter of time until Damon, or Stefan, or Jeremy or anyone else I care about tries to save me. And then somebody's going to end up dead! And I can't take anymore guilt. I can't! It's always me! Everything is because of me and I don't want anyone else to die because they try to save me!"

My legs gave up and I slid down the wall behind me until I sat on the floor, my face buried in my hands, sobbing uncontrollably. There was a long moment of silence and the only sound that filled the room was my sobbing. Just when I thought that she had disappeared, the sheets rustled and I could hear her heels on the floor. Katherine was approaching me.

Slowly, she kneeled down beside me and took my hands in hers, holding them softly. I looked up and was about to tell her to fuck off, but when I saw the expression of her eyes...

I changed my mind. Those deep brown eyes were full of compassion. I lost myself in them for a moment. Not able to say anything. Luckily, I didn't have to. She started to talk.

"I'm sorry for your loss. You didn't deserve this. But let me tell you a little secret:"

Katherine paused for a second, leaning closer to me, staring into my eyes.

"It will get better. I'm not saying that it will ever go away, or that you'll forget about the pain you felt. I don't want to lie to you. But, it will get easier to live with the guilt and shame and grief you feel right now. And the world has so much beauty in it. So many things you still have to see and learn. And the best advice that I can give you, is this one: Seize every chance you get. Because nothing is more depressing, than knowing how many chances you have missed, that would've made you happy."

She tugged my hair behind my ear, before she got up and walked into the bathroom. I just sat there. Puzzled. Surprised. Sort of fascinated.

Five minutes later, she came back in and handed me a huge white towel and some of her clothes, since mine were bloodstained. I gave her a wry smile and locked the bathroom door behind me.

Katherine's P.O.V

The next minutes, I tried not to destroy everything in sight. I was mad. Furious about myself and my own stupidity. Why was I so nice to her? I shouldn't be gentle, I should just chain her to the bedpost so she wouldn't try to kill herself again and not trying to comfort her. After all, she was my enemy. I hated her. She was the bitch that Stefan loved now. Because of her he didn't want me anymore. Because of her, even Damon rejected me. But when I looked into her eyes, her sweet, loving, brown eyes I didn't feel hate. I felt...

A feeling that I should not feel for her.

I was walking through the room, like a tiger in it's cage, thinking about a solution for this problem.

Just when I was considering, that I had simply lost my fucking mind, the door opened and Elena stepped into the room. She looked...

Dashing.

I had given her a tight black jeans and a plain white blouse and she looked amazing.

Wondering what she would look like, if I would've given her a neat corsage of mine, I licked my lips for a second, shaking the thought of as fast as it came to my mind.

"I feel way better now, thanks."

She looked up to me with so much innocence in her eyes that it nearly broke my dead heart and I forced a smile on my own lips.

"Well, you certainly look better."

Standing in the room, unsure what to do, I stretched my neck.

Elena was running her fingers through her hair, biting her lip. She seemed a little off the rails. Raising an eyebrow, I managed to give her a cocky smile.

"Hey, what's up birdy? Afraid to be in the same room with the woman who just saved your life?"

She didn't laugh. She didn't even smile. She just looked up, like she just had an epiphanic realization.

"No..."

Elena came closer to me, step by step. Until she was standing right in front of me.

Okay, now I was becoming quite nervous. I had no idea what she was up to and I couldn't read the look in her eyes.

"Elena... What are you doing..."

My voice was only a whisper and she cocked her head to the side looking at me with a hunger in her eyes I had never seen in a human.

"I am seizing a chance..."

I could feel her warm breath against my skin, seconds before I felt her lips pressed against mine. The feeling was... Overwhelming. And within a second I had forgotten about all of my doubts, my fears and my anger. All I was feeling was passion, building up inside of me.

As soon as the first shock was over, I kissed her back with all my heart, burying my one hand in her velvet dark hair, while holding her close to me with the other one. Elena's hands were around my neck holding on to me as if I was her sense of life. The tension between us was building up with rapid speed and the animal inside of me took over fast.

In a second, I had her pressed against the wall, the air escaping from her lungs as my lips found the tender skin of her neck. My knee was sliding between her thighs, applying just enough pressure so I could hear the melody of a soft moan escaping her throat. Her body felt so good against my own, so perfect. Her eyes, her hair, her smell, the sensation of her skin on my own. Elena didn't just stand back and watch it happen. She was arching her back, her fingers finding their way underneath my black shirt, leaving scratches on my skin.

I opened the first button of her blouse and kissed my way over her collarbone biting down on her with my human teeth here and there.

I needed her so much right now. And when I broke our kiss and looked into her eyes, I saw that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. And that was a massive turn on.

I didn't know what I was doing and I didn't care about the consequences right now. I was just following my needs. Elena was still pressed against the wall and she lifted her legs, wrapping the around my waist, tilting my head back a little by pulling my hair.

She gave me a long lasting look, that was filled with so much desire that it made me shiver in anticipation, before she leaned down and kissed me again. First softly then she licked my lower lip. I was completely lost in her. Forgetting about the rest of the world.

"Now that's what I entertainment, love."

I froze. I panicked, died inside and drowned in my shock and fear at the same time.

Opening my eyes I saw him at the door, clapping, his facial expression showing his amusement.

This was the worst timing.

Ever.

"Klaus."