Me: I am safe. I've been hiding in my room since Thursday.

Elijah: Where are you? *growls*

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Chapter Seven

"I wish it could end differently than it's going to, Elijah," she said, as her fingers lingered on his face. Her eyes pleaded with him to let her go. Her heart was jumping as it always did when she was lying to him.

"What aren't you telling me, Elena?" he roared.

His fingers tightened their previous hold on her throat. He could feel her struggling for breath. In that moment, he wanted her to suffer. Images of her smiling with Klaus, dancing with him, kissing him were at the forefront of his mind.

She had gone from his arms to Klaus's without a backward glance, and here she was scheming to kill the very lover she had gone to.

Even after everything Klaus had done, Elijah still didn't want anyone to kill his brother.

Klaus was family, and family was always and forever.

It was the only promise he had kept in the entirety of his almost immortal existence.

And this woman in front of him had made him want to break that promise for her.

His blood boiled, and anger leached that infamous patience he was famed for. His fangs descended and veins darkened around his eyes.

He could see the monster he was reflected in her terrified orbs.

"Now, would you care to tell me about your nefarious plans, Miss Gilbert? Or do you want me to compel it out of you?" he snarled.

He knew from the rebellious tilt of her head that she had been taking vervain. So, she thought compelling her was out of the question, did she?

He was going to enjoy every fucking minute while he proved her wrong.


Elijah: *lifts me by the scruff of my neck* found you.

Me: I'm trying to bring you and Elena together. I swear.

Elijah: *stares at me* Ok. *drags me away*

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