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Kay (Guest): Glad you loved the chapter! Sorry about the cliffy! There is still a lot more angst to come in this chapter, but you will get your Elejah make-up!
Guest: I'm guessing it's now!
Bulldozed88: Elena is definitely sulking at the moment, but she is beginning to get over it towards the end of this chapter – kind of! They have a rather large 'hash out' in this chapter, I hope you like it!
Rising Phoenix-82: Sorry! Elejah have another fight in this chapter, but I promise they begin to make up in the chapter after this one!
Siberia21: I'm sorry about the cliff-hanger! But I've been good and haven't left you all hanging for weeks! She does take some time away from everything in this chapter after a rather large fight between the two! You're welcome!
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She shook her head and scoffed quietly. "They listen, but they don't really care, so they don't let it have any effect on them. If I talk to you, then you'll either wind up hating me or caring even more…and I don't want that for you."
"Did you never consider that it might be too late for that, Elena?"
Elijah yelled at her and his glass shattered against the far wall. The amber liquid leaving small drops of yellow on the cream walls.
"It's too late for you to try and stop me caring about you!" He was still yelling as he advanced on Elena. "Because…I look at you, Elena, and I just love you. And it really fucking terrifies me! It terrifies me what I would do for you…because I would do anything to see you happy and safe!"
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Elena stared at Elijah in a stunned silence for a moment. Hearing him say it to himself in a memory was one thing, but to hear him say it for real, to her, was more than a shock. She shook her head slowly, her lips parting slightly.
"I-I don't understand…wha-why? I'm a terrible person."
Elijah shook his head, a small smile creeping onto his lips as he cupped her face with both hands.
"No. You're not. Elena…you are one of the best people I have ever met in my long life on this earth, and I've met a lot of people." Elena smiled slightly, glancing away before looking back at him. Elijah met her eyes, letting her see the sincerity and adoration that they held.
"Yes, you may have done some terrible things, but so have I…and, at the end of the day, everyone has. Sure, their list of sins may differ from ours, but everyone has a list. It doesn't matter what you've done, or how long that list is, what matters is that you care about it. You've done a few bad things, but you're not standing here, saying that it doesn't matter – you want to take it back. But you can't, Elena, you have to accept what you have done and move on from it. You can't let this keep you from living your life."
Elena sighed softly and placed her hands over Elijah's before gently taking hold of them and taking them from her face. Elijah could see the disbelief and cynicism in her eyes and grasped her hands tightly when she tried to pull away from him.
"Stop that, Elena. Stop pulling away from me. I know it sounds terrible right now, but you need to put this behind you. You have to let it go. Holding on to this self-contempt is only going to destroy you inside. And seeing you like this is killing me."
She shook her head softly and pulled her hands from his, ignoring the hurt expression on his face as he reluctantly let her go.
"I just need some time, Elijah; some space…to try and…figure things out."
Elijah pursed his lips and nodded slowly. "Space…" He said before scoffing softly. "Whatever."
Elijah turned to leave the room, but Elena touched his arm softly, making him stop. He didn't turn to face her.
"I'm sorry, Elijah. I really am, I just…I need some time to deal."
Elijah laughed bitterly, shaking his head and responded without turning to her. "I gave you time and you tried to kill yourself. I'm trying to open up to you and help you, Elena, but I can't, not if you're going to keep throwing it back in my face." He finally turned to face her and Elena visibly winced at the pain and heartbreak in his brown eyes.
"You want space? Fine. But don't expect me to come running when you call."
He shrugged off her hand and left the room, slamming the door behind him, making Elena jump. She stared remorsefully at the spot he had been stood in, seconds before, for a moment before shaking her head slightly and heading out into the corridor.
When their emotions had been off, Elijah had told her about a spare car he kept in the garage and she knew where the keys were kept. Elena quickly pinpointed Elijah with her hearing and, when she deemed the coast safe, sped up and into his room.
Her clothes had never been taken out after her humanity was flipped back on, and she quickly packed a bag with a few different outfits. The car keys weren't where Elijah had shown her and she frowned. She found them a few minutes later, on the desk in his study for some reason, and grabbed them, quickly leaving the house and going out to the car.
It turned on easily enough and Elena drove away, a strange feeling of emptiness washing over her.
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When the three youngest Original siblings returned to Elijah's house, later that day, they were surprised to hear no sound coming from inside the building. They all exchanged glances, they'd been expecting to hear the two of them yelling and screaming at each other, or going at it like bunnies.
The silence was unnerving.
When they got into the house, they immediately sensed their older brother in the lounge, but Elena wasn't anywhere to be found.
They all stopped short at the sight before them as they entered the lounge.
Their level-headed, pragmatic, older brother was passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of vodka was on it's side by his hand, which was hanging off the cushioned couch. A variety of different alcohol bottles were strewn around the room, some in fragments by the walls, others intact.
But they were all empty.
Rebekah, Klaus and Kol all exchanged more glances, silently arguing over who was going to be the one to try and wake up their brother. The two men each raised a silent eyebrow at Rebekah and she glared back at the both of them. Each of them knew that, as the only girl of the family, there was a bigger chance that Elijah would be more responsive to her.
She shook her head mutely and pointed at each of her brothers in turn, before pointing to Elijah and throwing her hands up, leaving the room in a huff. Klaus and Kol turned to each other in silence, mutually agreeing on rock, paper scissors as the decider.
Kol won and smirked at his brother, waving mockingly as he followed Rebekah from the room and dodging the cushion that Klaus threw at him.
Klaus shook his older brother's shoulder softly, murmuring his name quietly. Elijah groaned and groggily slapped at his brother's hand, mumbling something incoherent as he turned away from Klaus.
The hybrid chuckled quietly and shook his brother's shoulder again. "Come on, you stay asleep on this couch and you're going to wake up with one hell of a sore neck, as well as the massive hangover that's coming your way."
Elijah grumbled something under his breath, but let his brother tug him to his feet. The older brother stumbled and Klaus caught him, pulling Elijah's arm around his shoulders to help him stand and walk from the room. Elijah leant on his little brother as he tried to get his bearings about him.
After a few minutes of stumbling on the stairs, he was back on the flat ground and managed to walk (with his little brother as a support), somewhat steadily, to his room. Klaus pushed the door open and helped Elijah over to the bed, sitting him down on the edge.
The drunk Original obediently kicked off his shoes under Klaus's order and helped Klaus get his jacket and tie off.
"She left me…"
Somehow, Elijah had wound up sat on the floor (while his brother threw his jacket and tie in the hamper and tossed his shoes by the closet) and Klaus looked round at him, with a frown marring his brow at his brother's drunken murmur.
"What?"
Elijah didn't look around at him. Instead, he had his legs drawn up to his chest and his arms were wrapped around them, his head buried in his knees. As his shoulders shook, Klaus realised, with a sudden clarity, that his big brother was crying. He walked over to Elijah and put a hand on his shoulder as he crouched beside him.
"I told her that I love her and she left." Elijah sobbed, his words muffled slightly by his knees. Klaus looked at his brother pitifully, silently cursing the doppelgänger for getting his brother so wound up inside.
He patted his brother's shoulder and stood up. "Come on, let's get you to bed. We can decide what to do about Elena when you're not so…drunk."
Elijah let himself be pulled to his feet and placed in his bed by his younger brother. Klaus covered him with the comforter and sighed softly as he turned to leave. When he opened the door, he stopped short upon hearing his brother quietly murmur something.
"You do know I love you, Niklaus?"
Klaus smiled to himself at Elijah's groggily muttered words and turned off the light.
"I love you too, brother."
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Elijah let out a quiet groan and rolled over, somewhere in the back of his mind he noted that he had somehow made it to his bed. Despite being a vampire, and an Original at that, it would seem that he wasn't immune to the hangover that one was sure to receive after drinking nearly the entire supply of liquor that he had in his house (which was a lot).
He slowly opened his eyes, prepared for the brightness of the sun. Thankfully, his drapes were closed, meaning that he didn't have to deal with the harsh, bright rays of sunlight. Elijah spotted his shoes over by his closet and groaned softly as he remembered Niklaus helping him upstairs the night before.
By the time Elijah had managed to drag himself out of bed and into the shower, he was beginning to feel a little less like the walking dead (no pun intended) and he sighed in relief as he dried himself off and pulled on a plain, navy button up along with a pair of slacks. He wasn't in the mood for a complete suit.
His siblings were chattering away when he walked into the kitchen and Kol handed him a mug of hot coffee without breaking from his conversation. Elijah took a mouthful of the hot liquid, grimacing at the bitter taste, but needing the help to relieve his hangover. He could taste the blood in the beverage and nearly moaned in relief as it helped to shift his pounding headache faster.
His siblings all smirked at him as he quickly tossed back the rest of his drink. He glared at them all and shook his head before he turned and rinsed his mug, putting it in the dishwasher once he was done.
"Not a word."
"About what? Your hangover or your drunken confession of brotherly love?" Klaus jabbed, smirking when Elijah shot him a withering glare.
"Either."
Kol instantly stood up and filled another mug with coffee, holding it out to Elijah with a teasing smile. "I think you need more coffee, brother."
Elijah glared at him silently before turning and leaving the room. He stalked into the lounge, sighing when he saw some shards of glass that his siblings had obviously missed in their cleaning up of his mess. The dustpan and brush were still in the room and he let out a low breath as he picked them up and swept up the glass shards before dumping them in the trash.
"So…when you said that you told her you love her and she left…what d'you mean?"
Elijah shrugged softly, staring out of the window and not turning to face his siblings. "I told her that I love her, she asked why, I told her and she said needed some space. Then she packed a bag and left."
His siblings looked at him sympathetically. Kol huffed, moving from where he was stood and hitting his brother on the shoulder. "Come on then, we're going doppelgänger hunting!"
Elijah shook his head instantly and turned to his brother. "No. I'm done with her pushing me away, if she wants to see me then she can come and find me herself. I told her as much yesterday."
With that, Elijah left the room and went back upstairs, leaving his siblings in a stunned silence behind him.
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Elena sighed as she entered the small bar in Oakhaven, in an equally small town just a few miles away from Elijah's home. She wandered over to the bar and sat on a stool as she waited for the bartender. It had been two days since her fight with Elijah and she had often found herself turning to talk to him – who, of course, wasn't there.
She was going insane. After spending so much time with him, she wasn't used to being without him.
A young woman came over a few moments later and took her order, smiling at her kindly as she brought her drink over to her.
"You look like you've had a crappy day."
Elena scoffed softly and sipped her drink, nodding. "A crappy few days is more like it," Elena glanced at her name tag. "Camille."
The blonde glanced at her tag and grimaced, looking back up at Elena. "I really should change this name tag, drunk guys keep hitting on me in French."
The two girls chuckled softly as Elena took another sip of her drink.
"So, what exactly have these 'crappy days' consisted of."
"I got in a fight with my…boyfriend." Elena grimaced and the blond smiled sympathetically, leaning on her hands, which were flat on the counter. "What about? If you don't mind my asking."
Elena shook her head slightly, shrugging softly. "We've both had a hard time dealing with…some stuff lately. He's trying to help but…"
"You keep pushing him away?"
The brunette quirked her lips softly. "Exactly. Anyway, he told me that he loves me, it's the first time he's ever said it to me. And I freaked." Camille grimaced and Elena continued. "I told him that I needed some space and a little time and he stormed off, saying that he was done with trying to help me and that he isn't going to come running if I call."
The blonde grimaced again, pouring Elena another drink when she noticed her glass was empty. Elena went to grab a bill to pay her for it, but she waved it off. "Don't worry about it; you need it."
Elena smiled gratefully, taking a sip of the liquor.
"So…he said he loves you and you basically ran out on him…"
Elena grimaced at the blonde's shortened version of her story and groaned softly. "Jeez, it sounds terrible when you say it like…that." Camille shrugged.
"It kind of is, just think how you would feel if he had done that to you."
Elena groaned again and dropped her head to the table. "My God…I feel like such a bitch."
Camille chuckled quietly and shook her head slightly, choosing not to comment on her statement. "Why are you drowning your sorrows in a bar if you're the one who left?"
Elena exhaled loudly and looked up at Camille, leaving her chin on the bar top.
"Because I'm going insane. I see something that makes me laugh and I turn to tell him, only he's not there. I can't stop thinking about him…his smile; how his eyes glint happily when I fight with his siblings…" Elena smiled to herself, trailing off as she thought about him.
She didn't miss the blond bartender's small smirk and looked up at her. Camille shook her head softly and grinned at the girl in front of her.
"Girl, you totally love him."
Elena looked at Camille in a shocked silence for a moment as she thought about it, before smiling to herself and nodding softly.
"Yeah…I really do…"
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A/N: I'm sorry! Two cliffys in a row, I'm a terrible person, I know!
I know that in TO Cami is I NOLA, but I felt like having her and Elena talk so now she's wherever Elena and Elijah are! Did any of you TO watchers spot the quote?!
What did you think of this chapter? Please let me know, your reviews are the best!
I've already asked this before, but no one answered so I thought I ask again, just because I'm curious, how old do you guys reckon I am, just based off of my writing?