By the time I finally woke up, Klaus was actually the one who woke me up. It was three in the afternoon. Originally he was going to get me up when he got up, but he knew how tired I was and didn't want to wake me, so he let me sleep. But somehow the time had slipped away from him and before he knew it, it was the middle of the afternoon. As much as I hated to sleep in so late, I appreciated it. Seeing as I was awake really early in the morning and couldn't sleep. I felt more awake than I had in weeks.

When I finally got dressed and joined Klaus and Elijah in the living room we sat down to talk about last night. Klaus handed me a plate of food so that I could eat, seeing as I haven't eaten in over fourteen hours. It was just some pasta with chicken.

"I'm sure you've been anticipating this conversation," Elijah started. "so I'll just cut to the chase. Last night someone tried to kidnap you after you left the bar. Fortunately I was around the area and caught you just in time."

"Why would someone want to kidnap me?" I asked, slightly confused.

"We're not sure, but we think it might be one of Marcel's men. Marcel may have seen you two together and decided to use you as leverage against Klaus," Elijah explained.

Does word really travel that fast? Marcel must have men all over the French Quarter. I guess I need to be careful of where I go and what I do, at least until Elijah figures out what Marcel's plan is. If I was lucky they wouldn't try to take me away again.

"What I suggest is Niklaus stays here with you for today while I go out and see if I can get to the bottom of this," Elijah added.

"Might I make a suggestion?" Klaus jumped in. "Perhaps I should go this time and you can stay with Jessa. You've done enough lately, and I think you deserve a break. Besides, I know Marcel much better than you, so I might be able to find out a bit more about this spell, and figure out what they really wanted with Jessa."

"If that's what you'd like, I see no sense in arguing," Elijah agreed.

"You know, I don't need a babysitter," I said. "You could both go. I'll be fine here."

"Nonsense, Jessa. You were almost attacked last night. You need protection," Klaus argued with me. "We just want to make sure you're safe. Besides, Elijah can be great company... sometimes." He smirked at Elijah and then kissed my forehead.

"We'll find something to occupy you, I promise," Elijah looked at me again, hope filling his eyes.

"And I promise I won't be gone too long. I'll be back before you go to sleep." Klaus walked over to me and kissed my forehead before he left the apartment. Now Elijah and I were left alone, silence temporarily filling the room until he decided to speak again, several minutes later.

"You know," he began. "I had my doubts about you coming here, and to be quite frank, I still do. But you seem to be useful to Marcel, whether that be for leverage against Klaus or not. I would like to propose a plan to you, and you can say no if you'd like, but if you do say yes you cannot mention it to Klaus. He simply wouldn't allow it."

"Whatever it is, I'm in. I may be just a human, but I'm not afraid of Marcel. I trust you, Elijah," I said.

Elijah paced back and forth across the room, I assumed gathering his thoughts into words. I knew what I was getting myself into before we left Mystic Falls and I wasn't going to run away now. Deep down I knew that they needed me to help them just as much as I now needed their protection. I'd been through a lot, and I was tough. I could manage a little bit of danger.

"I think you may reconsider saying yes once I tell you what it is. It seems Marcel has taken an interest in you, and because of the kidnapping attempt last night it seems you might be of importance to him. What I suggest we do is plan a sort of infiltration. I'm sure if you're out alone in the streets again they'll be bound to find you. I'll stay nearby and when one of Marcel's vampires comes out to get you, I'll intervene and compel him to take you there and keep you hidden from Marcel. If we can get you inside our home then you can try to get some information about the spell. I'll be right behind you to make sure you're safe," he explained.

"That sounds practically fool proof. Why would I say no?"

"Because..." he trailed off for a second. "Because I'd have to feed you my blood to ensure that nothing goes wrong. If you're injured my blood will heal you, and if you die..."

"I'll be in transition." I finished Elijah's sentence for him.

Thinking about that now, I wasn't sure how to feel. It had never occurred to me that that was a possibility. I knew Klaus would never ask me to, so the thought had never crossed my mind. But now that it was becoming a possible reality, I didn't know if I wanted to or not. It wasn't a for sure thing, so it might be worth the risk. And if I did turn... would that necessarily be a bad thing? I could spend an eternity with Klaus, and I could understand him in ways that as a human I cannot. I would never be sick, and I could see Caroline again if I wanted because I would have all the time in the world. I could learn how to do everything I've ever wanted to do, be whoever I wanted to be. I could love and be loved forever.

"Is this something you'd be okay with, Jessa?"

I remained silent for a minute, weighing out the pros and cons in my head. But one side triumphed over the other.

"I'm all in."

It had been a couple of hours since Klaus left, but since I woke up so late it was time to eat dinner. Despite eating only a little while ago, I was starving. Elijah was in the kitchen making my and his dinner. He said it was a surprise, so I had to wait in the bedroom until it was ready. Part of me felt bad because even though it had only been a couple of days, I haven't had to make a single thing. They were pampering me when they didn't need to. I could cook... sort of. I was an adult and was capable of looking after myself. They didn't even technically need to eat, so it was mostly just a waste of time for them. Tomorrow I'd have to get up bright and early and make myself breakfast just to prove a point.

While I waited for dinner I decided to try on the other dress I bought yesterday afternoon. It was a midnight blue off-the-shoulder gown with a sweetheart neckline and a band around the waist of the same colour. Once I saw it in the store I had to buy it. I fell in love with it. My only fear was that Klaus wasn't going to think it would look good on me. But this dress was much more classy than the other one I wore last night, so hopefully he would like it.

Once I had the dress on I had a hard time trying to zip it up. I spent about ten minutes struggling with it before I heard a knock at the door. It was probably Elijah telling me that dinner was ready.

"Come in!" I called, still struggling with the zipper.

Elijah opened the door, not noticing me at first. "I just wanted to tell you that dinner was re—" he stopped talking once he looked up and saw me.

"Sorry, I was just trying on this dress. I'm having a hard time with the zipper though," I said, making eye contact with his reflection in the mirror in front of me. "Would you mind?"

"No, not at all." He walked over to me and pulled the zipper up with no trouble.

"Thanks," I said with a slight grin.

I could finally see how the dress looked on me. It definitely fit me, and the dress was definitely beautiful, but I wasn't sure if it suited me.

"I'm not sure how I feel about the dress. I loved it in the store, but I don't think it looks good on me," I added when Elijah had remained silent.

"The dress looks... beautiful on you. You look like a princess, Jessa. I assure you that Niklaus will admire it just as much."

I smiled at the dress. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was just being to critical of myself because of yesterday. When I saw the dress I was really happy, and I felt the same feeling when I went to put it on just now. If it makes me feel happy, then I shouldn't let what it looks like to other people affect me. "Thanks, Elijah. Now, do you mind unzipping me so I can change?"

"Of course," he smirked and unzipped the dress slowly. As I listened to the zipper's noise, I glanced back up at the mirror. My stare locked with Elijah's and I turned around to face him. We continued to look at each other for a little while longer before Elijah broke from it. "Anyway, dinner's ready. Whenever you're changed it'll be waiting for you."

I nodded and turned back around, watching him leave the room from the reflection in the mirror. I wasn't sure what just happened, but my heart was practically beating out of my chest and my stomach was jittery. Did Elijah Mikaelson make me nervous?