Part 2

The world was a blur after that. I faintly remember being placed inside the SUV, moving in and out of consciousness. I remembered the worried look on Klaus' face as he drove, a phone call he had with Elijah, and being taken back to the estate. Klaus pulled my exhausted form into his arms, carrying me bridal style into the home. I leaned into him, feeling weak and tired. "Klaus, how is she?" Elijah's voice rang softly in my ear, though it sounded muffled like I was under water. I was placed into the originals arms and I whimpered, feeling a pain in my gut. "Why is she not healed?" Wait, what? I was confused and disoriented, my body ached like it never had before.

"I'm getting the witch, she was stabbed with a white oak steak. My blood wasn't healing her," Klaus explained. I leaned in more towards Elijah, embracing the warmth his body was providing. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating me, my head drowning in it. I tried to speak, but no words seemed to come out. Elijah carried me to the couch and sat down, continuing to hold me close to him.

"I'm sorry..." I finally managed to get out and the original hushed me. I felt him trace his fingers lightly over my skin, up and down my arm. Tears fell freely down my face, "I'm so sorry..."

"Elena, hush, save your strength..." I looked up at Elijah, his green eyes bore into mine. I leaned up, using the last bit of strength I had to lay a soft kiss on his lips. I slowly felt myself falling out of consciousness again, the darkness sweeping over me.

When my eyes opened again, I was in bed. Klaus was in the chair, sketching again. He did that almost every night, not once did I ever get to see his drawing. The curiosity killed me sometimes, in such an annoying fashion. I felt better, my body didn't hurt, and I could breathe normally. I turned over to face Klaus. He seemed so lost in his drawing, he didn't even look up to acknowledge me. Not that he didn't know I was awake, I'm sure he knew. I gazed at him, tilting my head. I saved him. Why did I save him? Why was it so important to me that Elijah didn't lose his brother? I wondered if my guilt stemmed from that reason or if there was another. "Staring isn't polite..." He smirked and I blushed looking away. I sat up and stretched, realizing someone had yet again changed my clothes. I was in a white nightgown, short and flowy. I huffed and glared at the hybrid.

"Changing my clothes without my permission, is not polite," I snapped at him in annoyance, climbing out of the bed. "Where's Elijah?" I asked hoping it wouldn't be too obvious that I was anxious to see his brother. Klaus looked up and raised his eyebrows at me.

"He's around," Klaus said nonchalantly, setting his sketchbook down. "I sent him away for a bit so I could talk to you..." He trailed off standing up to meet me.

"About what?" I asked feeling my heart race as he moved close to me, too close. Before he spoke, he pulled me into a tight embrace. I was so stunned that he was hugging me, that I didn't have time to respond. As soon as it happened, he pulled away. My face burned at the display. My emotions swam in a thick mixture that I could not decipher how I was feeling.

"Thank you," he told me seriously, gazing into my eyes. "You didn't have to save me, you could have let me die-"

"No I couldn't..." I interrupted him and he smirked raising his eyebrows at me. I blushed and looked away, shaking my head. I probably should back pedal that before he read too much into it. "I appreciate Elijah and our alliance," I excused. "I couldn't be responsible for killing his brother."

"Either way, I don't take what you did lightly," He sighed and looked down at me. I remembered the night vividly. The pain that I felt after being tortured by Finn. The look in his eye when he was prepared to drive the steak through Klaus' heart. I remembered how I nearly died trying to save him. "As a thank you, I have a surprise." It was my turn to raise my eyebrows at the hybrid.

"Oh?" he took my hand smiling and led me out of the bedroom. He walked me towards his office and I scrunched my eyebrows, curious as to why we were going in there. When he opened the door, my eyes widened. The once dim and book filled office was now bright and open. All the furniture was removed and in its place laid a bedroom. A large four poster bed stood in front of the windows. The bedding was white and velvet, elegant in style, with a canopy draping over. On either side of the large bed was two nightstands, both white and hand carved like the dinning room table. I walked up to them, tracing my fingers over the design. It was another story...the story of the doppelganger... I turned around to take in the rest of the room, a large vanity sat on one wall with lights and everything. A dresser stood beside it, also carved with the similar design of the nightstands. "How long was I out...?" I mumbled in shock. Klaus had taken time to do this. He was clearly the one to build my furniture, carve it especially with me in mind. The thought he put into it made my heart race.

"Two days," He shrugged and I looked over to him. "I think you earned your own bedroom," he smirked and I smiled to him.

"But your office..." he brushed it off and shook his head.

"I'll add an extension to the house for a new one," my smile grew and I ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I beamed so happy to finally have my own space, privacy. He pulled me away from him and smirked down at me.

"No Elena, thank you," He kissed the top of my head before walking out. I turned back to face my new bedroom and I gazed at all the specific features that was added just for me. I had my own closet, and beside it was a small bookshelf. I walked to it, scanning the titles. It seemed all my favorites were placed in it. How did they know...?

"Elena," I turned to face Elijah, my heart skipping a beat as he drank in the sight of me. I could tell he was checking me out in my short white nighty. I blushed under his gaze and bit my lip. "How are you feeling?" He moved his gaze to meet mine and I sighed smiling.

"Better," I nodded. "Everything is a bit fuzzy but I'm okay," He walked in and closed my door, locking it. I raised my eyebrows as he approached me.

"Good," He smirked and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I gasped at the sudden display and leaned into him responsively. I caressed his cheek, pulling him in closer. He trailed his hands down my side, resting them lightly on my ass. I moaned into the kiss as he squeezed my cheek gently. I could feel his growing erection against my front and I smiled against his lips. "I was so afraid to lose you," he whispered desperately, and I locked my eyes with his.

"You didn't," I kissed him again, dancing my tongue with his. We fought for dominance and I easily succumbed to his will. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him, grinding against his hard member. He moaned against my lips and walked me to the bed, laying me down. He grinded down against me, groaning in frustration. I felt my core heat up as he continued to dry hump me against the bed. I kissed him rougher, trailing my hands down his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. My hands fumbled as I was getting lost in his kiss. I wanted Elijah, I wanted him more than I ever thought I could. I wanted him more than I ever wanted Stephan. His hands moved down my side to lift up my nightgown, my arousal growing. I could feel how wet I was getting. I lifted my hips to close the distance between our centers. "God Elijah," I moaned softly as he trailed his kisses down my neck. I managed to undo his shirt and my hands caressed his toned chest, trailing down to his belt. That's when he halted my movements. I pouted and looked up at him, wanting so much to keep going.

"Elena," He sighed chuckling. "We can't...Klaus..." I groaned and sat up. Right, the hybrid that could easily hear us doing it. That would not make him happy. My privacy would be taken away so quickly, I wouldn't even have one night in my new room. "We have time, Mon amour," I blushed at the nickname and he caressed my cheek, gazing into my almond eyes. After a pregnant pause he asked, "Why did you do it?" I knew he was talking about Klaus and I sighed standing up. I turned away from him embarrassed to say.

"Klaus is your brother," I turned back, my cheeks burning. "I couldn't do that to you..." He stood with me and smiled softly. For some reason the explanation felt like a lie. I didn't think too much on it, not wanting to dissect it further. I was afraid if I did, I wouldn't like what I found.

"Thank you," He kissed my cheek, hesitating before pulling away. I could tell he craved what I wanted and I hated that we couldn't do anything yet. I already knew I would have to change my panties, they were soaked from our hot make out session.

"Anytime," I smiled to him.

"You might want to shower Elena, before you see Klaus," I blushed and backed away.

"Oh sorry do I stink? I hadn't showered in two days-"

"No," he chuckled darkly interrupting me. He moved towards me slowly, his voice became seductive and low making me quiver, "You smell ravishing Elena." I blushed under his intense gaze as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I could smell your arousal the second I called your name..." He trailed off and my heart pounded against my chest. "I'll see you this evening, Mon amour. We are having a family dinner." Family...? As in... as if sensing my discomfort he caressed my cheek. "Yes Kol will be there, no he will not lay a hand on you. I would never let him touch you again." I nodded calming my nerves. He kissed my cheek and pulled away leaving my room. I felt my heart fall into my stomach as he left. Kol was back...I was not looking forward to this...