A/N: Thank you to my reviewers! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Kay (Guest): I'm glad you lied the chapter! I wasn't sure about how I wrote Elijah, but it makes me really happy that you feel I haven't overdone his emotions.

Siberia21: I've been trying to figure out where you feel like you've missed something and I'm not too sure… If you feel like something should be added in, please do tell me and I'll do my best to either explain the confusion away or add the scene. I'm really glad that you feel that Elijah isn't too OOC with his emotions and that you like how they suddenly dawned on him. I had some difficulty with the first scene so it makes me really pleased that you felt it went really well. You are very welcome for the long chapter

Aria Daughter of Chaos: It makes me really happy that you felt I blended every emotion well and I will try to keep up!

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"I hate this. I hate feeling so useless."

It was quieter that time, more resigned and he didn't shake his sister's touch as he felt the first droplet of salty water land on the palm of his hand. Rebekah pulled him into a hug, her hands rubbed his back softly, but he remained stiff and unmoving in her hold.

"I know you do, but it'll be okay. It'll all work out fine."

Elijah slowly moved his hands away from his face and slipped them around his little sister's back as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He felt another tear slide free and onto his sister's shoulder.

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Three days later, Elena still hadn't left the room she had locked herself in. Each day, Elijah had gone up and left her a glass of blood and a glass of water outside her door. But, every day, she would only take the water, and the blood would be left behind.

Elijah's siblings had kept a close eye on him over the three days that Elena had refused to speak to anyone. They were concerned that Elena's hiding away from him would make his recently regained emotions run wild and make it harder for him to gain control over them. Despite their concerns, Elijah seemed to have gained control over the majority of his emotions, aside from his anxiety.

Rebekah had spent three days hitting various appendages to get him to stop the annoying habits he had picked up. His nails were bitten down to the beds and he kept tapping his fingertips against the arms of his chair, or his feet against the floor.

"Elijah!"

Rebekah slapped his shoulder as she yelled at him and she glared at him when he looked around at her. "Stop tapping that goddamned chair!"

Elijah glanced at his hand and moved it into his lap, fiddling with his other hand to stop him from tapping the chair again. "Forgive me, sister."

She had just opened her mouth to reply when Kol bounded back into the room and vaulted over the back of the couch to sit on the cushions, ignoring his sisters glare as he landed next to her.

"She still won't open her door, or talk to me." He pouted, resulting in scoffs from Niklaus and Rebekah.

"Why on earth would she talk to you? Even if she hadn't only just regained her emotions, the last time you two met she staked you for trying to kill her brother." Niklaus's tone was colored with amusement and he raised his eyebrows at his younger brother, who glared back at him.

"She hardly likes you any better."

Klaus rolled his eyes at his little brothers comment while Rebekah scoffed and Elijah felt a small, amused smiled tugging at his lips at their banter. He knew it was probably partly intended to try and relax him, but he found their petty argument amusing all the same.

"At least I can accept that there's a very slim chance she'll actually ever talk to me, let alone us become friends of some sort."

"Yes, Kol, why are you so insistent on becoming friends with the little wench? She staked you."

Elijah glanced at his sister reproachfully, but didn't say anything as they all waited for Kol's answer. His little brother shrugged in reply and grinned at Rebekah. "Why not? Elijah's obviously smitten with her, so she isn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. Might as well get along with her."

"That's only if she ever wishes to be near me again." Elijah sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I wouldn't blame her if she never wished to see me again, let alone be with me."

"Will you stop that?"

Elijah looked at Niklaus tiredly and shrugged slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Stop what, brother?" Niklaus glared at him and locked his phone, throwing it down beside him and sitting up straight on the couch.

"Stop this ridiculous…" He stopped, waving his hands about as he tried to put his thoughts into words.

"Ridiculously soppy, heartbroken attitude?"

Klaus glanced at Kol for a brief moment and nodded quickly. "Yes, that works." He sighed softly and turned his attention back to his older brother. "Stop with this ridiculously soppy, heartbroken attitude and bloody well make her listen to you!"

Elijah opened his mouth to protest, frowning when his brother shook his head instantly and held up a hand for him to stop with what he had been about to say. "No, don't you even start. Just because she won't talk to you, doesn't mean you can't talk to her."

Elijah let out a quiet sigh and shook his head slightly. "She's locked herself in the room. I have to respect her wishes to be left alone."

"And you have, for three and a half days now. Surely that's enough time for her to have wrapped her head around this whole thing." It was Rebekah's turn to speak before someone else and Elijah wearily turned his attention to her, shaking his head slightly.

"Don't give us that."

Elijah huffed at being interrupted when he had been about to speak – again – and turned to face his youngest brother with a slight glare in place.

"We're hardly telling you to break the blimmen door down, just go up there and talk to her!"

Kol jumped up from his seat on the couch and gestured to Rebekah and Niklaus. "Come on, let's go out for a bit and let Elijah talk to her, we need to get more blood bags anyway. Nik had the last one earlier." Surprisingly, they both stood up and followed Kol from the room, Niklaus rolling his eyes at Kol's statement. Rebekah moved to stand beside him for a moment and squeezed his shoulder.

"She needs you, Lijah. Just go and talk to her."

Elijah laid his hand over his sister's and squeezed, smiling at her softly and nodding slowly. She gave his shoulder one more squeeze before she followed her brothers from the room. Elijah heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of three car doors opening and closing. The car's engine revved and the car was driven away shortly after.

Elijah sighed again and ran a hand through his hair before standing from his chair and moving into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He took the glass and coolly made his way upstairs, keeping an outwardly calm appearance as he went up to see Elena.

As he expected, the glass of blood was still outside, but as was the water. That in itself was unusual, Elena always took the water from the tray, which was why he had taken a fresh glass up with him. He put the fresh glass to the side and moved the tray out of the way. Elijah gently knocked on the door, a frown marring his features.

"Elena? Are you okay?"

She didn't reply – nothing unusual – and he let his forehead fall against the cool wood. "Please talk to me…"

Again she didn't say anything and he sighed sadly before he turned, so that his back was against the door, and he slid down it to sit on the floor.

"Elena, I understand how you must be feeling right now, and I understand that you…that you must hate me, but, please, talk to me. I have been through this, I only want to help you."

There was still no response from her and Elijah let his head fall back against the door. He frowned to himself and focussed his hearing on her room. Elena's breathing was slow and almost non-existent, her heartbeat (which should have been only a touch slower that a humans) was almost stopped completely. It was only then that Elijah caught the faint smell of drying blood under the large quantity of perfume she had sprayed.

He shot to his feet and turned back to face the door. His fist came down on it in quick succession. "Elena? Elena, open the door!"

There was a soft moan from inside the room and he was just able to make out the sound of her voice attempting to say his name. Elijah twisted the doorknob, clenching his jaw when it refused to turn and open the door. He gave it a sharp twist, hearing the lock snap, and he opened the door.

Elena was led on the bed, her eyes closed and one arm hanging off the edge somewhat. Her skin was deathly pale and was beginning to take on a greyish tinge. Brown locks of hair were strewn about and he could see what appeared to be a razor blade on the mattress – the source of the blood.

"Christ, Elena…"

He was by her side instantly and gently brushed some of the stray hairs behind her ear. She let out a quiet noise and turned her head away from him ever so slightly. Elijah cupped her cheek with his palm and softly turned her to face him.

His eyes searched her face and he frowned down at her. Initially, he thought about running downstairs to get her a blood bag before he remembered that his younger siblings had gone to get some. Elijah cursed under his breath and pulled his phone from his back pocket. He quickly called his sister, still frowning down at the girl in front of him.

"Elijah? What's up? Is she still ignoring you?"

He grimaced at his sister's question and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Not exactly. How long is it going to take to get the blood and get back here?"

"About an hour and a half, give or take some. Why?"

Elijah could hear the confusion in her voice and he sighed as he gently brushed another piece of hair behind Elena's ear. "Elena needs it. She's bled herself near dry." He heard one of his brother's let out a low whistle and sighed softly.

"Jesus. We'll be as fast as we can."

"Thank you, sister."

Elijah hung up the phone and put it on the table beside the bed. He took the razor blade from beside Elena and threw it away before running a bowl of lukewarm water and taking a wash cloth from the cupboard.

Elijah placed the bowl on the table and dipped the cloth in. He wrung it out and moved the sheet off of Elena's body. Dry and flaky blood covered her forearms and there were even streaks of her blood on her upper arms. He gently took her wrist in his hand and lifted her arm before trailing the damp cloth over her arm to wash the blood away.

When he dipped the rag back into the bowl of water, he could feel anger boiling in the pit of his stomach as he saw the red swirls of blood in the water. His jaw clenched and it took everything inside of him for him to relax his hands so that he wouldn't hurt the brunette in front of him.

As he cleansed her arms, he debated the pros and cons of giving Elena his blood to heal and replenish the blood she had lost faster. If he gave her some of his blood, she would heal a lot quicker than if he waited for the human blood. But, if she were to take his blood, especially having so little in her, it could have any number of negative effects on her.

Elijah sighed and dipped the cloth back into the water as he softly placed her – now clean – arm back on the bed. He moved onto her other arm and began slowly cleaning it off.

Once he was done, he went out into the hall and grabbed some fresh sheets from the cupboard. He gently picked Elena up and placed her on the chair in the corner as he quickly stripped the linen from the bed and re-made it before delicately placing Elena back on the bed and pulling the covers over her small frame.

Elijah took one of her hands in both of his and gently kissed her knuckles – decided that he would have to wait for his siblings to return because he really had no way of knowing what effects his blood would have on the woman in front of him.

The whole process had taken him a little over half an hour and he sighed softly as he placed her hand back on the bed before standing and checking the glass of blood outside her room. It had begun to go off and Elijah wrinkled his nose in slight disgust before he took it down to the kitchen and poured it down the drain, rinsing and washing the glass once he was done.

As he waited for his siblings' arrival, he busied himself with tidying up the messes they had left behind. By the time he was done with the task (at human speed, so as to waste more time) he had managed to spend a little under forty-five minutes. It was around ten minutes later that he heard his siblings arrive in the car they had taken.

Elijah was at the front door and had it opened instantly. Kol appeared by his side in the next second and he handed him two bags of blood. The older brother took them with a grateful smile before disappearing and reappearing by Elena's bedside.

As he tore the top from the bag of blood, the door to the bedroom opened and his siblings looked at the scene before them from the doorway.

"You weren't kidding, she looks terrible."

He shrugged sadly. "She looked a lot worse when I found her."

Elijah gently lifted Elena's head and touched the bag of blood to her lips. The coppery fluid slowly flowed into her lips as she automatically opened them to allow the liquid into her mouth. Elena's body slowly regained her color as she drank the blood and a quiet noise escaped her throat as she continued to drink. The Original sighed softly to himself as he continued to slowly feed the blood in the bag to Elena.

Kol ran a hand through his hair and shook his head in disbelief. "I've never seen a vampire have such a hard time after regaining their emotions."

Klaus sighed. "There has to be something wrong, there's no way this is natural."

As he finished speaking Elena let out a quiet moan as she finished off the first blood bag. Elijah quickly tore the top off of the second and placed it on her lips before turning to his siblings.

"Do you think you could give us some time to talk?" The three siblings nodded instantly and turned to leave the room. Rebekah hesitated, looking back at her brother for a moment before she looked back around and left the room, softly closing the door behind her.

Elijah listened to her quiet footsteps go down the stairs and into the lounge with their brothers. He heard their conversation begin and they instantly started debating what was wrong with Elena.

Elena made a quiet noise and Elijah turned back to her as she drank the last of the blood and her eyes slowly opened. Elijah was still holding her head up slightly and he gently laid her back on the bed as she finally focussed on him.

"Elijah?"

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What do you think is happening with Elena? Why is she having such a hard time getting back to normal? What do you think Elijah will say to her?