Chapter 7
Elena was curled up on her living room couch, gazing out the window. It had been three days.
"You alright?" Jeremy asked, handing Elena a cup of coffee and walking over to open up the curtains a bit more.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just," she took a deep breath "I keep replaying it in my head and his words don't make sense."
"You don't have to make sense of them. He's gone. Marie took care of him."
Right after Klaus had strapped Elena into his car after the incident, he had taken out his cell and called Marie, a powerful witch. Although Elena had never heard about her before, she sounded like someone you didn't want to mess with. Klaus had called her to cash in a favour; he had called her to properly kill and dispose Silas. During the whole ride home Elena and Klaus were silent, the former in shock and the latter, enraged. His hands gripped tightly on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead but his mind on the woman he loved. Had Silas hurt her before Klaus could get there? Had he touched her!? These thoughts ran through Klaus's minds as he snatched a glance at her now and then.
Elena hadn't seen him since that day, after he had carried her in his arms and set her down on her couch. Bonnie, Caroline, Jeremy and the Salvatore's had been surprised by what loving tenderness he had carried and talked to Elena. The previous encounters of the two were unbeknownst to them.
Elena didn't understand why he hadn't come to see her. Had he not cared about her? Was she only an obligation he had to save? What about the tender moment the two had shared? Did it mean nothing to him? Did she mean nothing to him?
These questions were the only thing going through Elena's head for the past three days. It was too much to bear for Elena and so she took off, telling Jeremy she had some unfinished business to deal with. She heard Jeremy faintly say 'Try not to get Elenanapped this time' but within a second she was out and in her new car.
Klaus was sitting in his living room couch with a glass of scotch in his hand. He couldn't bear to talk to Elena after all that he'd heard. He had stood outside her window at night while she was sleeping, to keep an eye on her and to admire her beauty. He craved her touch more than ever but he knew that he had to stay away.
When he called Marie and told her about the situation, she said she'd take care of it. She'd also told him to stay away from Elena. He was dangerous for her. Silas's accomplices might still come after her if he was still with her. When he said that it'd be impossible, she said that when Elena dies because of him, it would be harder. These crude words had stabbed Klaus in the heart like a knife.
While Klaus was pondering these thoughts, the doorbell rang. He was in no mood for chitchat so he chose to ignore it. The doorbell rang again and again until it drove Klaus nuts.
"If I'm not answering the door it means that I'm in no mood to TALK!" he yelled, whilst getting up to open the door. As he did, he saw Elena standing outside.
"Is that your excuse for the past three days?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.
"E-E-Elena." He stuttered, caught off guard.
"Niklaus." She simply said, anger evident on her face.
Klaus invited her in and politely offered her a glass of scotch, which she refused. She needed to keep a clear head. Klaus wanted nothing more than to touch her, to grab and kiss her and make endless love to her all night. But he had been told to stay away, and he intended to.
"Where have you been, Niklaus?" Elena softly whispered.
"I-I," he couldn't seem to get the words out of his mouth. He couldn't tell her the truth "I can't be with you anymore."
And with that simple sentence, Elena's world came crashing down as she closed her eyes and a silent tear rolled down her cheek.
When that tear escaped her eye, Klaus's heart tugged uncomfortably. He couldn't tolerate the thought of her crying in pain. And with that the whole story came out.
When Klaus had done telling Elena about what Marie had said, she sat silently for the longest moment until Klaus slowly moved in closer and moved back a strand of hair covering her face from him. Elena looked up at him slowly and abruptly kissed him.
Klaus didn't waste a moment because he didn't want her to pull away. He quickly pulled her onto his lap. He knew it was wrong to put Elena in danger because of his lust but he just couldn't stop. She was like a drug.
Her hands were around his neck, entwining with his hair, his hands around her waist, pulling her closer. His tongue was in her mouth, his fingers quickly undoing her shirt.
She tugged it off and took his shirt off too. He kissed her, wondering how he could ever let her go.
"I don't care what she says; I won't stay away from you." Elena said, lightly tracing patterns on his chest.
He simply kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. It was still late in the night or early in the morning, if you call it that. Elena had to return home before Jeremy found her room empty and called Bonnie and the rest of the Mystic Falls VampireBusters.
He never wanted her to leave. He wanted to run away with her, take her somewhere where no one was after them and where she won't have a care in the world. He wanted her all to himself.
