It's been two weeks. Two weeks of sitting in an apartment building, making shit up to do so that I'm not dying of boredom. If I could get the old man to loosen up here then I'd throw a fort party, but they're too grouchy for that. Luka participates though so that helps.

In a way I've become a cat, climbing on counters, sleeping in the sink (or at least trying to) climbing up bookcases . .etc, etc. or at least I've been attempting to. Jonas always yells at me when I'm laying on his countertops.

I did sleep in the closet once though, but then I had this really bad and realistic nightmare about how I was going to be attacked by something with a whiteish face and crazy hair covering her face, plus said thing didn't have much of a mouth except for like razor sharp teeth. So, I simply turned on the closet light and went back to sleep.

I didn't die so, that's good enough news for me.

Perhaps some would see it to be a little childish. But, oddly enough my dreams sometimes have a tiny bit of prediction to them. Which again makes me question my current state of sanity.

"Elena." Elijah snaps as he walks into the room and shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Got off of the countertop. Now."

I pout. "But, but . . It's a different perspective." And I may have been trying to figure out how many pillows I would need to line the floor with to jump off safely.

He blinks and lets out a sigh before vamping over and grabbing me, only to then deposit me on the chair beside the table. "How's that for perspective."

"It's much lower then my previous." I comment cheekily and hold back the urge to stick my tongue out at him. "But, the view here is okay too."

Then there's the fact that I had just enough time to find out where he keeps his cellphone. Honestly, all I have to do now is pickpocket him. That's the big question, can I successfully pickpocket one of the big bad original vamps?

Challenge accepted.

Plus, at this point I'm just too bored not to do it anyways. He's lucky that I don't want to check and see if they have strong enough rope to hold me if I jump.

He lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes. "Miss Gilbert, I find your jokes — much less amusing then you seem to believe they are."

"That's because your sense of humor has vacated its own premises. I'm guessing it left like six or seven hundred years ago. But, then again I'm just guessing so. ." I say as I trail off and begin to hum as he glares at me.

"Can we have Chinese?" I ask sweetly after ignoring his glare.

I don't have time for that, but Chinese food is full of yummy. "Or could you get me stuff to make it myself?" I add the suggestion with a grin.

"No." He states simply. "Your friends and family are frantically searching for you now."

"Yeah, I mean that's to be expected." I say with a frown. "Considering they lost family this summer especially."

However, I don't personally know them. But I really would like to get to know my 'blood' related Aunt, Father and Cousin.

He decides to ignore that and walks away briskly, my hand having already swiping his cellphone. When he leaves the area I slip it into the pants I'm wearing beside the vervain in my pocket and I skip off to my borrowed bedroom.

Sitting in there after a few minutes of silence I take out the cellphone and look through his contacts quietly. When I find Klaus' number I push the call button.

It took two rings before it was answered. "Hello brother." I hear Klaus say over the line. "I told you that I dropped our siblings into the ocean."

"No, you didn't." I say with a yawn, tapping my mouth sleepily. Bad timing honestly. "You're a big Ol' softy wolfy."

"Who is this?" Klaus says with a snarl. "And where is my dear brother?"

"Donno, I'm kind of stuck in the whole 'we kidnapped you' faze right now. He doesn't like to tell me things."

"—" then there was a weird silence before he asks curiously, even if he tried to hide it. "Now love, why would my noble, perfect older brother kidnap you?"

"Cause." I reply back. "I'm awesome and I'm a doppelgänger. You know of them, you met one like. . Five or so hundred years ago and then there was Tatia of course, so you all go way back."

He growls angrily. "Where are you?"

"Uh, in the bedroom." I reply flatly. He's not asking me very nicely after all. "On a bed."

Klaus growls lowly on the other end of the line and I hold back the need to close my thighs tightly. That sound, nor his can have this affect on me.

"Where is my dearest brother?" He asks then with a snarl in his voice.

I shrug then remember that he can't see that. "I dunno, elsewhere? I should probably go before he realizes that I kidnapped his phone from his pocket. . . honestly, as a vampire how could he not feel that?" I ask him with a shake of my head and hang up the phone before he can reply back to me.

Later that evening, after I slip Elijah's phone into his pocket (having put his dear half-brother on silent since he is a persistent caller). Being the Noble vamp that he is he graciously pulled my seat out for me to sit on. Then he had began pacing, for nearly ten minutes, my poor unfortunate soul.

Elijah lets out a sigh and runs his fingers through his hair before turning back to me and asking very seriously. "If I let you go back home. . Would you try to run away?"

I let out a snort. "No, why would I? I don't exactly have plans to do much right now. Except maybe nap. Or climb something. Possibly cliff diving. . I've been trying to study the Grimores. But, I have found that without a point of reference I can't exactly translate it so. . Although, I will try to get to know them."

"You already do know them."

I shrug my shoulders, but do not make a verbal comment back. "and? What's the point of the question to begin with?" I ask him curiously as I tilt my head to the left, watching him carefully as I do so.

Placing his hands over his nose and mouth for a second, almost like a prayer he takes a collective breath, geesh, why is he so high strung right now?

"I will be delivering you to your family tomorrow, but before I do. . . I need your word that you will not try to run away from this." he says as he turns towards me, his face now set in stone.

I raise a collective eyebrow and narrow my eyes at him in consideration. "I have told you that I have no intention to run."

"However, that doesn't mean that you will not run." he states as he crosses his arms over his chest in annoyance.

"Just like how you told Rose that you would pardon 'her' but then conveniently left out Trevor? The man who was tricked just like you were?" I ask him curiously as a smile fights its way to my face. "Would you prefer to hire a lawer to look over a contract as well before you bring me to my family?"

Elijah scowls at me before doing his best to school his features completely and shaking his head, looking surprisingly sheepish. "No. I will return you home. . tomorrow. Luka and Jonas will be keeping an eye on you."

I nod in acceptance and I advise him, hopefully he will listen to it. "I would recommend not accepting a dinner invitation should the Salvatore brothers issue one. . . they maybe young and rash, but somehow those cocky shits seem to always be underestimated. Don't let your ego do you in."

Then, getting out of my seat like a big girl I walk to my borrowed room and lay in the bed. Luka should be back again from the Grill soon, I have to make sure to protect him and his father. They did not deserve the deaths that they received.