Thank you for all of those reading/reviewing/marking as favorites it brought me to the decision to actually start writing a sequel, which I started today! There are still a couple of chapters left here so don't worry, I will be updating daily!

Acceptance of one's life has nothing to do with resignation; it does not mean running away from the struggle. On the contrary, it means accepting it as it comes, with all the handicaps of heredity, of suffering, of psychological complexes and injustices.
Paul Tournier

Chapter Ten ~Run~

Since my last "dream visit: with Elijah, I began minor preparations for what was to come. I couldn't tell anyone of course, my friends would do all that they could to stop me.

Elijah never told me when it was going to happen, but it didn't matter. The sense of clarity I got while I was with him, I could have t for eternity now. As long as I knew that, everything would be fine.

Was it wrong to look forward to my death?

This was never what I wanted…Elijah knew, that was why he held back so strongly. Now though, things have changed.

Big time. It wasn't just my life at risk. Elijah was at risk as well.

I put my music on the loudest volume, and danced around my room. This change of pace, the change of…everything, may be just what I needed afterall.

*knock*knock*

I heard the loud banging on my front door, so I shut off my music and hopped downstairs to answer it, Alaric was still out.

I wished that hadn't opened the door.

"Hello love."

Klaus, just what I needed.

"Can I help you Klaus?"

"Yes doll. Do me a favor and pack your bags. I need you to come stay with me for a few days. You have an unwelcome visitor that is on his way. I expect it could get messy"

"What? What do you mean? I am not leaving!" I cried out stepping away from the door.

"Elena…Please don't fight me."

I groaned. If I didn't go with him, there was no telling what would happen.

"Just give me five minutes, maybe ten."

I ran up the stairs and quickly gathered some clothing, my usual necessities and some toiletries. I wasn't sure how long I was packing for, or if I would ever return here…as a human at least.

I grabbed my cell phone, which was fully charged and sent a text to Stefan.

Klaus took me.

Find Elijah, don't respond.

I quickly deleted the sent message in case Klaus took my phone and ran downstairs. Klaus was waiting patiently on my front step. This was an odd side of him that I had never seen before. I was alright with keeping it that way. If I hadn't already known about his plans for me, I would think he was being…nice.

We hopped into his car and drove off, to where I originally thought was going to be his house, but we kept driving past the turn.

"Klaus…where are we going?"

I had expected to be blind folded, but I assume since Klaus believed I wanted to stay alive I wouldn't have anyone rescue me.

His arrogance was as strong as ever.

"Just an old house…not much farther." Was all he said.

We soon pulled up to a small cottage surrounded by others in a cookie cutter neighborhood that was unfamiliar to me.

"Wow… this is so not you Klaus."

I stopped talking as soon as I realized how impressed I had sounded.

He smiled at me as he opened the door,

"That is why this makes the perfect hide out." His eyes sparkled as he allowed me to pass him, "Well. Make yourself at home love. I trust you won't get yourself into trouble will you?"

That overconfidence of his would be his downfall.

I walked down the cottage hallway, admiring the country style designs, and the pictures that hung in old frames. Many of them were drawings of places I assumed Klaus had visited.

This really is a perfect Klaus hideout.

"Enjoying the tour?" he came up behind me, making me jump.

"I-I'm just looking. Where should I put my things?"

Klaus led me further down the hall and opened a door to a small bedroom, that was empty, with only a bed.

"I don't expect guests" he explained, even though it sounded more like an apology.

Why is he being so nice to me?

"Klaus…why does Elijah want me dead?" I asked, hoping he didn't suspect our plotting, and to see his reaction.

"Ah…you see…he knows I need to kill you."

I feigned surprise, taking a step away.

"Oh try not to worry love. I will be returning you home before that."

I tilted my head, unsure.

"You shouldn't worry about that right now." He went to pat my shoulder, but I backed away.

"Don't bother trying to make a deal with my brother either. I will save that story for another time though."

Little did he know, I already had.

There was nothing for me to do. I had to sit and wait for the inevitable ball to drop, and hopefully that ball would be Elijah, so to speak.

I had closed the door behind me to get into some different clothes, when I realized my cell phone was gone. Klaus must have taken it.

Figures

I sat on my bed, staring at the blank wall before me. I was become impatient.

Choosing to lay down, I put my hand under my pillow to feel a piece of paper. Quietly opening it, I read;

Be Safe-

Elijah is coming?

-B

Bonnie!

My heart soared. My friend hadn't been around much, but hearing from her was a relief. (Reading in her confusion about Elijah was amusing as well)

Knowing that Elijah was on his way made me feel even better.