"Klaus." She watched him turn around, he looked, for once, exhausted. She didn't think it was possible for him to be exhausted. But still, she couldn't deny the relief that coursed through her at the sight of him. The entire day, she had tried not to dwell on how fragile his immortality had seemed all of a sudden, but now that he was with her again, the relief was palpable. He was alive.

She could feel his eyes moving over her, the marks on her neck, the imprints of his hands. His words rang in her ear, that she belonged to him, and right then, she looked as though she did. Looked like he had devoured her.

She turned away from him, instead focusing on combing out the knots in her hair.

"What are you doing here?" She asked meeting his gaze in the mirror.

"They all left. Kol's gone to settle in this new century, Rebekah's going to help him, but she'll be back soon enough, and Elijah, well, he couldn't stand what his family has become. So he left, but not before leaving you a parting gift, I see." He was lonely.

"It's just an apology." She tried not to focus on him, but his presence was strong. She could almost sense him, like he was a part of her.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's my house." She said obviously, she wanted to look away from how dark his eyes were.

"Yes, but why aren't you with your friend? I thought you'd be there, consoling her." He looked genuinely perplexed and she bit her lip.

"She didn't want me there." She could see him frowning at her through the mirror, as her voice cracked at the end.

"Why not? Surely she doesn't blame you." He caught the look in her eyes, as realisation dawned on him. "She does."

"She just didn't want to talk to me."

"After what you did for her?"

"I did nothing for her!" She exclaimed, throwing the comb down, feeling frustration course through her. "She needed me and I did nothing to help her."

"You leveraged your life for her."

"And it wasn't enough, was it? I should never have told you." She regretted her words the moment she said them, but he didn't seem too affected.

"No you shouldn't have. But you still did, do you regret it now?" She imagined what it would've been like, had she never said anything, how they would all be dead, how he would be dead. It was like someone was twisting a knife in her heart.

"No." He walked towards her then, and her skin was alight with every step he took. She could feel the fire in her burning as he ran his hand over her arm, her neck, tracing the marks he'd left over her with his fingers.

"Why not?" He dipped his head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and she leaned into him, wanting him close to her.

"You know why, I told you already."

His lips, red and soft and pliant were on her then, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses all over her marred skin, biting into her and leaving more marks over her.

"Do you like that?" He asked once he pulled away, palming her breast through the thin material of the top. "All of these," he accentuated by running his tongue over a particularly large love bite, "do you like how they clearly mark you as mine?" She could hear the possessiveness in his tone, and instead of angering her, it only served to make her weak in the knees. He was spreading his fingers over her top, teasing her bud expertly.

"I..." She could see herself flush in embarrassment, as the heat pooled in her stomach.

"You have to answer me, or I will stop this." He warned, pulling his fingers away and she whined.

"Yes."

"Yes what sweetheart?" She could see the smirk spreading on his lips, his dimples ever so prominent as he looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, I.. like it." She did, it was like he was leaving her something to be remembered by.

He grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, her nipples hardening in the cold as he played with her mounds.

"You're wearing too many clothes." She said and turned in his arms to remove the jacket and his t-shirt. She was fascinated by the ink on his shoulders and traced the birds with her tongue, running her hands over his chest. The next moment her back was pressed against the wall as he repeated his actions over her chest. She trailed her hands down his chest, feeling as the muscles contacted, until she was cupping him over the material of his jeans.

He pushed her back, trapping her in with his body, as he ran his thumbs over her collarbones, before his lips were on the hollow between them, sucking on the skin, biting and nipping at it, as his hands were playing over her stomach, raising goosebumps at his touch. She gasped when he reached a sensitive spot below her bellybutton and he dropped to his knees to pay attention to the skin there.

He pressed a hand against her centre, grounding into her, groaning at her wetness, before deftly removing her shorts, looking surprised at her lack of underwear.

"I was about to sleep." He smirked deviantly at her, pressing his lips against her thighs, focused on the artery there.

She closed her eyes as she wondered what it would be like to have him drink from her. The thought sent a shudder through her and he looked up at her in surprise.

"Stop drawing this out." She said as she realised she could see herself in the mirror and looked away.

He got up quickly, getting rid of his own pants and boxers, so that they were both standing bare in front of each other. Somehow this felt more intimate than what they had done in the afternoon, the room flooded with the moonlight, his silhouette clearly visible.

He was on her then and she could feel how hard he was, and she wasn't interested in drawing it out anymore. She wanted him. She pumped him a few times as he raised her effortlessly, legs wrapping behind his back. He drove into her slowly, so slow, it was as though she was being tortured.

"Klaus, please... just-" she felt desperation course through her.

"Can you see the mirror love?" There was something dark in his tone, and it only served to make her more moist.

"Yes."

"I want you to watch while I take you apart," his words were a soft whisper in her ear, and she felt desire shoot through her at how dirty it was, and how much she wanted to. "Would you like that?" He must've taken her silence as hesitation and she vehemently nodded at his words.

"Yeah, but first you have to actually make me fall apart."

"Is that a challenge? You do like playing with fire, don't you love?" He commented as he began to move. He was rocking into her with slow, steady thrusts until he began moving in earnest, making her hold onto him.

She traced the triangle on his shoulders, could see it in the reflection, could see herself in the reflection. He was pounding into her at an almost punishing pace now, his deft fingers playing with her clit and his teeth on her sensitive nipples. She could see her own face, the glazed eyes, the swollen lips, the way she clung to him.

She watched herself fall apart at his ministrations, how her lips were open in a silent moan, how thoroughly wrecked she looked.

Her breath came out in pants when she was done, but he wasn't, he was still in her, still fucking her. Soon his pace grew erratic, his thrusts shallow, until he spilled inside her, coating her walls with his essence.

They stayed that way for a while, before he gently set her back down on to her unsteady feet, still supporting most of her weight. They were both breathing hard and Elena could barely focus.

She'd given into him again, and all he'd needed to do was to look at her.

She was probably going to go to hell for this.

It would be worth it.


She woke up next morning with the sun streaming on her face, her lower body completely sore. She was naked under the covers, although her clothes were right beside her.

He'd left last night, once they had been done, but not before telling her she would be able to see him in the afternoon, if she were so inclined.

He'd given her a choice, and if she hadn't been too exhausted, she would've tossed and turned all night wondering what she should do.

She quickly got out of bed, ignoring the pain in her lower body as she got ready for the day ahead. It was a delicious burn, reminding her that she'd slept with Klaus, twice in the same day. She should definitely not go to see him, she thought, but she still wore tight jeans and a nicer top than she normally would.

She would've gone running with Matt if she could, but there was no way she could've done that now.

Her mood changed completely when she went down for breakfast. She'd hidden most of the marks on her neck, except the ones that were too large to cover with the concealer. She hoped Caroline wasn't at school, because the blonde would know immediately.

"I'm gonna go talk to Liz-" Jenna was telling Jeremy who looked worried.

"Hey, Jenna, what's going on?" She asked her aunt, while grabbing breakfast.

"Elena, Ric has been arrested." She told her.

"What? Why?" She turned around in shock.

"For the murders." Jenna said, grabbing her bag, "I'm gonna go to the precinct, meet the Sheriff, try and get him out on bail."

"Yeah, of course, do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I want you and Jeremy to go to school and stay away from this. I'll handle it. Could you do me one favour though?"

"Yeah, of course, anything."

"Can you confirm this isn't Klaus? That he isn't trying to get to you by doing this?"

"Of course he isn't-" She realised she'd spoken too quickly, when both Jenna and Jeremy stopped to look at her in incredulity and disbelief.

"Since when do you trust him this much?" Jeremy asked suspiciously.

"I don't. It's just...not what he'd do. He'd be really dramatic about it you know. But I'll ask him."

"Why can't you just ask Elijah?"

"Elijah left town Jer." She answered picking up an apple since she was running late.

"So ask Rebekah." She turned to Jeremy who was looking at her innocently.

"She is the original most likely to kill me at the moment."

"Yeah, plus she held Elena hostage yesterday." Jenna added frowning at her. "I hate how normal this is in our house now." She felt a stab of guilt in her chest at Jenna's words. "Anyway, you two should leave. Please be careful Elena, I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't important."

"Yeah, of course I know I'll be fine."

As it turned out, she wasn't. Her and Matt ended up in the precinct after snooping through Meredith Fell's house, but Matt did manage to get her one of her ancestors old journals.

In the end, by the time she got to Klaus' mansion, it was later than she had intended it to be.

"Hey." She greeted him casually once he opened the door, surprisingly herself at the level of familiarity she was showing him. He noticed it too, because he looked at her with a raised brow, before letting his gaze run down the length of her body, checking her out.

She could barely contain the blush as he moved aside to let her in.

"You're quite late, aren't you?"

"Yeah, well, I got arrested for breaking and entering in Meredith Fell's house." She heard his amused chuckle before he came to walk beside her, leading her to what she realised was his art studio.

"Let me guess," he said cheerily, he seemed to be in a good mood, "the brunette who distracted Kol while the teacher daggered him."

"What?" She turned to him in the doorway, confusion clearly etched on her face.

"You didn't know, yes, your aunts boyfriend daggered my brother. Good thing you kept that deal with me." There was something dark in his eyes, an edge to his voice that she now recognised, and turned away from him. She knew she was unable to resist him, there was no reason to continually tempt herself. "They didn't tell you." He commented casually, walking behind her.

She could see the easel in the corner of the room, and wondered what he was working on.

"No, I went to bed last night before they could." She bit her tongue at her words, and could see the glint in his eyes as she settled down on the couch and he took his place behind the easel.

"Well, that you did. And how did you sleep? You did seem quite worn out from the day." She felt warmth in her face, as the blush spread down to her neck and his gaze dropped from her face. "Do you usually dress this nice for school or is it for me?"

"Shut up. I have to work." She concentrated on pulling her book out, sighing, unable to contain her curiosity as she picked out the family journal instead.

"Your devious tongue will get you in trouble someday, but well as far I'm concerned, it will also get you out of it."

"You're like Damon." She commented and his smirk fell.

"You aren't actually comparing me to him, are you?" She shrugged.

"Stop gloating."

"Very well, shall I draw you instead? You look radiant, the evening light shining on you. I wouldn't do you much justice, but I could try." She swallowed before looking at him.

"No, that's fine." She said looking back down at her book, but wondered how he would draw her. Still, it wouldn't matter because there was another woman roaming around with her face, or she was roaming around with hers.

"I see you lost the vervain." He said putting his brush down and moving over to the mantle of the fireplace.

"Yeah, Rebekah took it back. But it's okay. I consume it as well." She said as he picked up a box and walked towards her.

"Yes, but vervain can be drained out. Either way, there's nothing wrong with having something else for protection."

She tilted her head to one side as she considered him, he wanted her safe.

"Okay." He moved to kneel in front of her and her lips parted, wondering if she had been transferred to an alternate world.

He opened the box to reveal an anklet, delicate with beads of blue stones.

"I acquired it in Egypt a few centuries ago."

"Oh."

He picked up her right leg, pulling her shoe off. Then he moved her, so that her ankle was resting on his thigh.

She wondered if he'd ever done this before, and the idea seemed absurd. That he was doing it now seemed like a dream.

His fingers brushed softly against her skin as he secured the jewellery around her ankle. She had never known such a simple action could cause her heart to race, but it did.

He looked up at her in surprise before bringing her leg upto his mouth, leaving soft kisses over the skin of her ankle, before placing it back down. He did the same with her other ankle, and it was such a contrast from the last night when he had been so deliciously rough with her. Now he was looking at her softly.

There was something about him, the idea that he was on his knees in front of her, revering her, that made her heady with desire. He was making her feel things she didn't think were possible.

His hands moved to the waist of her pants, and he took them off easily at her nod.

She watched as he hoisted her leg, bringing her foot to his mouth trailing a line of kisses along her leg, repeating the same with her other leg, until he was right near her centre.

She felt the cold as he took off her panties, looking at her sex hungrily. But instead of paying attention to it, he was massaging the bone above her clit and oh-

It sent tingles up her spine. She did not know that could feel good.

He kept at it for a few seconds, before lowering his fingers, tracing the corners of her lips, gently brushing against her hood, feather light caresses over her skin. He was adding pressure by the second, making her pant as she bucked her hips, wanting more.

"Why don't you relax darling, this is all about you." His voice was like honey, the room bathed in with the light of the setting sun and she leaned her back against the couch as he teased her, one hand on her sex, the other supporting the back of her knee.

Then she could feel his mouth on her, the scratch of his stubble against her thigh, his nose pressed up against her as she felt his tongue, soft and wet, circling her opening before he plunged into her, tasting, licking, and sucking on her in a way that had her heart racing, goosebumps raised along her thighs.

She could hear the noises she made as he feasted on her like a man starved, his tongue moving inside her at an ever increasing speed. She grabbed the back of the cushion as she felt the tell tale sign in her stomach, her body arching as she felt herself reach her crescendo, his lips and tongue only working harder, cleaning her up.

He pulled back when she settled, her skin flushed, and then he was stretching her walls with two fingers, her walls clamping down, pulling them in, even as she was reeling from the first time.

He was moving them in her, gently stretching her before adding a third, and she moaned at how full she felt. His thumb was at her clit, brushing over it and then he hooked his fingers inside her as though he was pulling her to him and she cried out at the sensation.

Her breath was coming in pants, as she felt beads of sweat roll down her back, she knew she wasn't going to last long when she opened her eyes and looked directly into his.

His eyes were wide, almost black, looking at her with intense desire as he pumped into her and teased her, playing with her body like she was an organ and he was a skilled player.

It was then that she lost herself, more intensely than before, reaching higher than she thought possible as she clamped down on him, riding her high.

But he didn't pull out of her, instead he was massaging her clit, spreading her own wetness around it. It was like she was on fire, every nerve ignited, and she tried to back away.

"Wait, I can't-"

"Can't what love?"

"I- not again." Her neck was heated as her words came out in puffs of air.

"Yes, you can. To be perfectly honest, I want to do this, over and over again until you pass out from the pleasure, and then I would wake you with my mouth again." She moaned at his words, one half of her afraid and the other intrigued. "However, I can see that it won't be this time. But one more surely."

"No, I..."

"If you don't want it, I can stop. But I'm quite sure you do want it." He was smirking at her, the confidence on his face a product of his millennium of experience. "So, what will it be Elena?" He rarely used her name, preferring to call her with some endearment or the other, and she had already decided.

"I do, just, it's all so..." She couldn't find words and she didn't need to. Somehow, he knew what she meant and then he was moving inside her again, and she was on the verge of pain and pleasure. He was more gentle this time, setting a slow rhythm, as though he was coaxing this third time out of her.

His other hand was roaming over her thighs, teasing her gently as he bucked into her, his fingers prodding and pushing and then he was adding another finger. She was biting her lip with enough force to draw blood, a tear leaking from the edge of her eye at how good it felt, and how full she was as he was almost knuckle deep inside her.

It was too much, his fingers, his hand over her, his thumb teasing her and she came apart with a cry, almost shouting herself hoarse as he let her ride out her most intense orgasm yet. She could feel her lips pulsing, her body shaking and her entrance quivering, as the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

He pulled out of her carefully and she gasped, her throat hoarse, and she managed to push his hands away. There was no way she could do this again. He was on her then, rearranging her limbs as he made her lie down on the couch, moving her head so that it was supported and she almost cried at how sore her neck was.

His thumb was on her lips, wiping the blood before he licked it off, a different hunger evident in his eyes.

She didn't focus on that though, slowly moving her limbs, trying to get the blood flowing again, waiting till her breathing was normal to sit up.

When she did, he was pushing a cold glass into her hands and she drank thankfully.

"So, I take it you enjoyed that?" He sounded entirely too pleased with himself and she didn't have it in her to correct him.

"Yeah," she panted biting her lip. "What about you?"

"Oh no, love. This was about you. I can take care of myself. Those sounds you made are etched in my memory." If she could blush anymore, she would've at the implication in his words. When she looked at him though, he was focused at the journal in his hand.

"Ancestor of yours?" He asked frowning at the journal while she looked for her underwear.

"Yeah, Jonathan Gilbert, I think. He went crazy in the end. Hey, have you seen my panties?" It was almost surreal, it was the last thing she ever thought she'd ask him.

"Yes, very innocent looking, smelled like you."

"No, I mean do you know where they are now?" She asked looking around for them. It was cold.

"Yes, and you aren't getting them back." She looked at him sharply. "And this journal was a Samantha Gilbert's not Johnathon Gilbert."

"What do you mean you aren't giving them back? What am I supposed to wear? And the person who wrote that went mad, so Johnathan Gilbert."

"Your pants will do just fine. And the person writing this was definitely a woman." She pulled on her pants, not wanting to be half naked in the cold anymore, and got up to turn on the light. She hadn't realised when it had gotten dark outside.

"But that doesn't make sense. She also went crazy in the end."

"Yes, it does seem so. Either you have terrible genetics or..." he was frowning at the journal. "Where did you find this anyway?"

"It was in Meredith Fell's house. What does it say?" She say next to him, pulling the journal, so they could both read it.

"Well, that she was losing time, she didn't know what she was doing." He was quicker in getting through the journal than her, so she let him. "Hmm." she looked up at him wondering what surprised him.

"What is it?"

"She confessed to some murders that happened almost a hundred years ago."

"What?" She took the journal from him, frantically looking through the pages and realised that he was right. "But how? How did they both go mad?" She asked more to herself than him.

"Well, it could be just a coincidence."

"This is Mystic Falls, and these are Gilberts, the chances of this being a coincidence are small. Nothing in this town is a coincidence."

"Well, yes, that is true. So what do you suppose it is?" She was leafing through the journal, until she caught sight of a familiar name.

"She was killed by a vampire. Damon."

"Well, then how did she-"

It dawned on her so easily, as though it had been at the tip of her tongue.

"The Gilbert rings. They protect the wearer from a supernatural death. Johnathan Gilbert made them, he wore one, Samantha did too by the looks of it."

"Cheating death is no easy feat. Nature would demand a balance eventually."

"Right, so whoever wore the ring went...mad?" She asked, her breath hitching, "Jeremy wears one, there's no way around it. And so does Alaric."

"So the serial killer in town, it's him." The light mood between them dispelled easily, she could feel panic spreading through her.

"I have to go home. I have to tell him and Jenna, God, did he stab Jenna?" She frantically shoved the journal back in her bag, only stopping when she felt his hand at her wrist.

"Calm down love. You can't honestly be suggesting that I will let you go now that we think your questionable father figure is a serial killer."

"We don't know that. And I have to help him."

"Oh, for the love of-" he sounded as if he was frustrated, "you do realise that you aren't obligated to save anyone."

"He's my family. I'm not just going to leave him alone to deal with all of this on his own." She thought he would fight her on it, but he just let her go.

"Fine."

"That's it?"

"Family is sacred." She frowned in confusion as he started packing her things.

"You want them back here don't you?" She asked as he handed her the bag.

"There is one condition though."He said, ignoring her question.

"What?"

"Let me help you."

"How will you be able to help me?" She asked with a frown.

"Well, if this is all happening because of the ring, a witch should be able to help."

"I have Bon-" did she? For the first time since she had found out Bonnie was a witch, she was unsure whether her friend would help her. Even Klaus was looking at her somewhat pityingly. "Fine, if you know someone who can help."

"I think I might actually. But she's in New York."

"Oh."

"I have to go there next weekend, perhaps then."

"Why do you have to go to New York?"

"Oh, nothing for you to worry about." She frowned, "it's nothing particularly interesting. You can come, if you like."

She shrugged, not knowing the answer to that then.


A/N : I am really excited to get to the New York chapters. I'm thinking there will be around three or four of them.

Thank you so much for the follows, favourites and reviews. Let me know what you think about this chapter and what you think should happen in New York. Would you enjoy it if they ran into a certain doppelgänger?

A/N 2 : Chapter 17 is being edited.