"What are you doing?" Elijah's hushed voice woke me from my slumber. I kept my eyes closed, listening to him as he spoke. The events of last night flashed in my memories, and I internally cringed. I had let Klaus comfort me. I couldn't believe I let him... I was now uncomfortably aware that I was laying on the hybrids chest, cuddling him. My leg was hiked up, resting on top of his hips. My arm was draped over his bare toned chest as my head nuzzled against his neck. I was too close for my liking. The smell of his cologne lingered over my nose, along with his disgustingly pleasant morning breath. It took everything in me to not move away horrified.

"I am certain I don't know what you mean, Elijah," Klaus' amused tone made me want to roll my eyes. He was taunting his brother, I didn't need to see the smirk on his face to know the amusement was evident. The hybrid held me closer and I kept my breathing even, eavesdropping.

"Your bedroom is down the hall, you are aware of that yes?" Elijah seemed... jealous? No...he couldn't be... Not over this. The idea however, stirred something inside me. Something I couldn't understand.

"My doppelganger was in need of some comfort in the night, I of course obliged," the way he said my, made me want to vomit. He was so possessive in the way his hand rested on my waist, the way he spoke about me, as if I was his property. I shifted slightly, pretending to nuzzle the hybrid, when really I was moving my hands in just the right position...

"Comfort from what?" Oh no... Elijah doesn't know about the nightmares. I didn't want him to know. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Just as Klaus was about to answer, I used all my strength to shove him off of my bed. I smiled as I watched the hybrid gracefully thump to the floor. Elijah smirked and looked at me, my cheeks flooded under his gaze. It was clear I shocked both of the originals, they had assumed I was sleeping. I was glad to know I had an affect on them.

"Let's get a few things straight Klaus," I moved my brown eyes to lock with his blue, and I smirked. He looked shocked that I managed to best him. I wish I had a camera to take a photograph, this moment was priceless. In his shocked state I took advantage, "I am NOT your anything. I don't belong to anyone. Not even you." Klaus' expression turned amused as I spoke. "And the comfort that you were so inclined to give me, is over. Get out." He shifted to his feet and chuckled. I thought for a moment that he would listen to me, however I knew that was wishful thinking. Instead, he moved to get in my face. I stayed stock still, determined not to show any fear towards the monster. He didn't scare me, not anymore. I wouldn't let him...I couldn't.

"Oh but love," He caressed my cheek and I smacked his hand away roughly. He raised his eyebrows at me and tilted his head smirking, "you are mine. Whether you like it or not..." he trailed off and I scoffed rolling my eyes.

"In your dreams hybrid boy," I turned away from him and climbed out of the bed. Both brothers watched as I walked towards my door, I made sure to add a little pep in my step to keep the mood light. The last thing I wanted to do was piss off Klaus even more. I was thankful he had been pleasant lately, I did not want that to change. I opened my door and leaned against the frame, gesturing for them to leave. "Thank you for stopping by, but I would like to get ready for the day without an audience..." My gaze moved back to Elijah's and I bit my lip. He was checking me out again, I could tell. The way his eyes lingered on my legs made my heart race. Klaus walked out of the room, making sure to brush against me as he did. I shivered at the momentary touch and I prayed Elijah didn't notice.

"That was cute," Elijah quirked a smile and moved in front of me. He checked down the hall before taking my hand in his. I smiled softly, watching as he gently rubbed his thumb soothingly on my palm. "I will see you at breakfast," He whispered and pulled my hand to his lips. He placed a gentle yet lingering kiss on my skin. My stomach twisted in knots as he never dropped his gaze from mine. I was positive my heart beat was echoing off of my bedroom walls, it was beating so hard against my chest. After having sex in the bathroom, the tension between us seemed to lessen. Though, it was still there. He had this way about him that made me so nervous. When his jade eyes met my chocolate, my heart beat accelerated. He took notice and his smile turned to a smirk. "I love your reactions to me," He caressed my cheek and walked away. We still hadn't talked about our relationship, and I wasn't sure how to bring it up. Was it too soon to talk about it?

Questions rattled in my brain as I closed my door behind me. I moved to my closet trying to do everything I could to clear my mind. I focused on finding the perfect outfit to wear today. I chose a short ivory dress that accentuated my curves, yet left enough to the imagination. The dress itself was a high neck sleeveless, short flowy dress with a double layer in the skirt. The shoes I chose to pair with the dress were brown suede ankle boots. The chill this time of year that usually plagued Virginia was absent in the south. It was december, i think, and yet it was hardly sixty degrees outside. It was nice though, not having to pile on layers to stay warm. I brushed out my hair and let the waves take over, liking my new look. I kept the makeup simple, just enough to highlight my features. When I was finished I headed downstairs to meet the siblings in the dinning room.

As I walked into the dinning room, only the brothers were present. Rebekah was no where to be found. Not that I didn't mind, I was happy to avoid the blonde. I took my seat, though the eyes of Kol followed my every move, making me feel uncomfortable. "Don't you look positively virginal today," Kol smirked and I blushed a deep shade of crimson. "Don't take it as an insult sweety," Kol laughed and looked to his brothers.

"Kol, enough, you look lovely Elena," Elijah told me kindly. Though I was still in shock by Kol's comment. I tried to push away Kol out of my mind, but the questions were already building up inside me.

"What did you mean...My dress being white makes me seem like a virgin?" I raised my eyebrows at the original and he smirked nodding.

"Well, white is a symbol of purity. What did the Salvatore's not play with you while you were with them?" I flinched at the way he mentioned Damon and Stephan. Elijah also seemed to have a negative reaction to the name, and I wondered if it truly was jealousy that was taking over him. Maybe I should ask him about our relationship...

"I was with Stephan," I told Kol honestly. Mostly to shut him up though. Klaus chuckled amused at our conversation. "Wearing white does not make me a virgin, its just a damn color." I waved Kol off and rolled my eyes trying to move on from the subject. "For a thousand year old vampire you are very immature..." Elijah smirked at me and I smiled back to him, glad to see his mood lighten.

"You know what's immature? Keeping secrets..." I shot a glare at Kol who was yet again teasing about Elijah and I. I wanted to rip off his head in that moment, rip it off and feed it to Klaus' wolf form. My nerves stirred up inside me as my heart raced. I could tell by the look on Klaus' face he was intrigued.

"Whose keeping secrets brother?" Klaus asked turning his gaze onto me. Before Kol could answer, Rebekah interrupted. She strutted into the dinning room in the most expensive looking outfit I had ever seen. She wore a light blue blouse and white trousers, both blended perfectly with her blue round toe heels. She looked like a model coming off the runway.

"Kol shut up," Rebekah narrowed her eyes at her brother. She then turned her gaze to me, which made me incredibly nervous. Since staying here, Rebekah hardly acknowledged me. What could she possibly want? "You." she walked over and took my hand, I looked to Elijah for help but he seemed just as confused as I was. "We are going shopping," I could see she was not asking...

"Excuse Me?" Klaus chimed in as Rebekah pulled me from my seat. "And who said you could take my doppelganger out of this house?" Yet again he called me his. Though, this time I could see in his expression he meant it as a taunt. He knew how I felt about it, and this was intentional. I rolled my eyes and scoffed leaning in towards his sister.

"We are going shopping," I saw Rebekah smirk at my words as Klaus' amused expression dropped. "Deal with it." Klaus glared at me, not liking my dismissal. Elijah however, found my words entertaining, and put a hand on his brothers shoulder. Could that simple gesture calm the beast? I didn't know much about the siblings still, however it seemed they all listened to Klaus. He had this leadership over them that was not a consequence of age.

"If they want to go shopping, I don't see the problem. Rebekah is more than capable of protecting Elena," Elijah calmly tried to sway his brothers rage away from me. I was secretly grateful for it. As brave as I try to be around Klaus, I don't think I could ever truly feel safe around the hybrid.

"Klaus," Rebekah sighed exasperated. "It was your moronic idea to attend this party tonight, what do you expect the poor girl to wear?" Party? I raised my eyebrows, but by the anger expressed on Klaus' face, I decided to leave my questions for later. He pondered over this logical explanation and finally caved under his sisters intense glare.

"Very well, have fun," He spoke through gritted teeth, clearly not fully on board with the idea. Though, there are strength in numbers. Both Elijah and Rebekah stood together, able to sway their brother into letting me go. I let Rebekah drag me out of the house and to, surprisingly enough, a shiny red convertible. I briefly had the image of barbie and her pink car flash in my mind. I couldn't help but giggle as I approached the vehicle.

"Who did you steal this from?" I asked as I climbed in. Rebekah smirked and started up the car, driving away from the estate. I felt a rush of excitement overwhelm me at the idea of shopping. It was so mundane, something I didn't know I was longing for. Even if it was with sister original, I planned to make the most out of the experience. As I watched the world fly by me outside, I turned towards the blonde, "What party?"

Rebekah sighed and rolled her eyes, "Marcellus. He is a vampire we used to know..." She trailed off and I watched as we entered the city. It was just as wonderful as I remembered, only now I got to join it.

"The old friend that Klaus was told about..." I confirmed nodding. "He didn't seem so pleased to hear he was alive, why would we go to one of his parties?" I questioned and Rebekah bit her lip. She seemed to be deciding on whether or not she should tell me, as if the information could get her into trouble. I didn't see why it would, but I let her run her thoughts in her head. As we parked in front of a boutique, she turned to me.

"Klaus was not upset at the discovery of his survival... Marcellus was Klaus' son in a way... He raised him," Rebekah climbed out and I followed her inside, now filled with even more questions.

"Klaus...Had a son?" Rebekah nodded. "Then why-"

"We built this city you know..." She interrupted me as she scanned the clothing racks. I listened intently, now more curious about their past than a new outfit. "Before we arrived, New Orleans was nothing but a muddy patch of land..." She walked down the isle, grabbing a green dress and holding it up to me. She scrunched her nose in disgust and put it back. It was amusing watching her shop, she reminded me so much of Caroline, in her strong personality. "We built this city and for the first time we finally felt like we had a home. Something we hadn't had in centuries... Klaus saved Marcellus from a wealthy land owner. He was beating the child... Marcel was a slave. My brother watched as the young boy fought back, Klaus admires strong people...He saw something in him that day... He took the child in as his own and raised him. Shortly after Marcellus was turned, our father came into town. We fled, assuming Marcellus had died at the hands of our father."

"But he didn't..." I nodded listening and started to scan through the clothes with her. I found a beautiful blue gown and handed it to her. She raised her eyebrows at me and I nodded, "It matches your eyes..." I shrugged and she smiled softly. "So why is Klaus upset?"

"Because..." she hesitated on answering, though I could tell she was going to confess. "Marcel got everything my brother always wanted..." Rebekah looked away and continued to sort through the gowns.

"Which was...?"

"A family..." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. I could see she was offended by the ideal. She was his sister and yet her brother longed for more. "Marcellus runs this town now. He is a king, with an army to match his status. He took over the town my brother built from nothing."

"Now he wants to take it back," I nodded understanding. She sighed and took off a blood red gown from the rack and handed it to me. The design was incredible, very elegant in style. Rebekah pulled me to the dressing rooms and gestured for me to change. I bit my lip and walked in, changing into the gown.

"So you and Elijah?" Rebekah asked as I walked out of the dressing room. I gaped at her as she looked me up and down. How did she...who told... "Kol didn't say anything...he didn't have to..." she told me still focused on the gown. "Just be careful," her gaze finally met mine with the most seriousness I had ever seen her express.

"Because of Klaus?" I asked and she shook her head at me. What would I need to be careful about? As if reading my mind she sighed and sat down on the sofa chair the dressing room provided.

"My brother... I don't believe he has ever truly loved the doppelgangers. Though he would deny it if asked..." she trailed off and I took a seat beside her listening carefully.

"I thought he loved Tatia... I thought they both did..." I tilted my head at the blonde trying to understand what she was saying.

"Klaus loved Tatia, truly. I believe she was the only woman he ever loved. That's why my mother used her face as the key to breaking his curse. She thought he would be unable to do so...Elijah however, was obsessed. I think he still is. He is in love with the idea of your face not..." She looked almost ashamed to be telling me this. My heart sank into my gut and I started to feel nauseous.

"Not me..." I nodded and looked away. The desire to speak with Elijah about where we stood suddenly felt unpleasant. I couldn't bring myself to admit I was upset at the news, instead I decided to change the subject. "I am going to change... what do you think?" I stood up and twirled.

She smiled and nodded, "The dress is perfect."