Elena
Stefan. That's whose running through my mind. Stefan. The man who is probably going out of his mind looking for me. Looking for a girl who is making out with those she is supposed to despise. The enemy. An original. Those who kidnapped her. Poor Stefan. Stefan who I had finally seen after months of searching the country for him. Trying to bring him home to me. And he finally did. He finally came home and resisted compulsion for me. Yet the moment we overcame everything, I was gone. God, what luck our relationship has. Or had. Who knows if I am ever going to see him again? If I'm ever going to be able to look at is smiling again. To feel the warmth of his skin. To remember what it all felt like. Because I know once I hear his voice. Once I have his arms around me everything will go back to normal. I won't feel this way anymore. Right? God, what is he going to think of me? Will he ever see me again? At this point, I may just change my name to Mikaelson. I'm probably never going home anyways.
I wrap my arms around my crunched legs. Lying my head in my lap, the guilt of everything overruns me. How could I?
After who knows how long, another knock is at the door. I'm presuming Kol again but when someone speaks, it is a voice I do not recognize. I creak the door open just enough to see who's before me.
"I'm sorry," a young woman awaits me in the doorway. She is a petite brunette carrying a cart of cleaning supplies. She must be one of Klaus's hybrids. They are the only ones Klaus allows in here, even if they are the help. "I was told to ask you to wait in the living room while I tidied up."
Opening the door all the way, I gesture for her to come in with my hand. She proceeds. And I close the door with me on the other side. Great. Now I get to wait in the living room, praying Kol does not leave his bedroom.
As I head to the living room, I realize I am all alone. The other Mikaelson's must still be out and about.
Just sitting on the couch, I am still unable to process today's events. Yet the day is still early.
Eventually, I hear the front door open and Rebekah flies in. She has a gritty look on her face - one of a girl that is in lust. I'm assuming that this face is due to the local boy she has been out with.
"You look awfully bored," Rebekah says as she enters the room. She stands before me gleaming.
"Not much for me to do around here," I say.
"That's a shame for you," she said and walked towards her bedroom.
So here I am sitting in the living room. The various emotions and guilt running through my head. God fucking damn it.
Once the cleaning is done, I head back to my room and remain there for the rest of the night; not coming out for dinner.
The next day.
Waking up this morning I still feel like crap. There isn't much to look forward to except some awkward and intense conversations. My stomach is growling. I haven't in nearly a day and the effects are apparent on my body. Yet I don't know if the weak feeling is from my hunger or dread. Probably a mixture of the two.
I grab a bagel. Spreading some cream cheese I take in the emptiness of the room. I like the feeling of being alone in the common rooms. It makes me feel more at home being able to wander the corridors in peace. Plus I really like bagels. They have always been one of my favorite breakfast foods.
I finish the bagel standing at the kitchen island. and drink a glass of pulp-free orange juice. Other than the thoughts bouncing around in my head, it would probably qualify as a perfect morning. The island is perfectly set up to look out the window. There are blankets of snow outside. I remember as a kid running around in the snow - making snowmen with Bonnie. My mom calling us in for fresh hot chocolate. Toasting our feet by the fire as we shiver while we huddle together. Snow is a reminder of the good in my life. I don't know why but it is. Maybe it acts as a beacon of hope, a reminisce of familiarity.
"Elena," I look up and Kol is standing in the doorway. What am I supposed to say? I have no idea. He isn't moving. Just standing there, staring at me. I can't tell what he is thinking. His face is unreadable. And yet not a word comes out of my mouth. I just stare at him. "I'm just grabbing some blood."
"Okay," I softly say. Okay? Okay? That's all I can say. It's not that I didn't enjoy the kiss. It was perfect. Every part of me was screaming to continue. To keep my body all over his. He goes to the fridge and pulls out some O-positive. Then he sticks a straw in the bag and begins to walk out. "Kol," I finally bring myself to say his name. He stops in his tracks and turns his body towards me. "I didn't hate it," I tell him.
Surprisingly, Kol doesn't smile. However, he slowly walks closer to me. So close that he eventually makes his way right in front of me to where I can feel his breath on my face. Kol just stands there for a few seconds - staring hard at me. As if he was studying my eyes. I have no choice but to look at the brown in his eyes. Eyes that were once intimidating and mysterious have turned comforting.
"I know, and I know why you ran away," Kol whispers. Taking his fingers, her removes a strand of hair from the front of my face; tucking it behind my ear. An act that feels like hours long. I can feel the sexual tension in the room. My body telling me to grab him and make him mine. Fortunately, I am too cautious for such an action. Without losing his eye contact he continues, "but I can wait."
My palms are sweating. My heart beating faster, something Kol can definitely hear.
"And why would you do that?" The words slowly leaving my mouth. My eyes matching his gaze.
"Because Miss Gilbert, you're worth the wait." Leaning in Kol's lips purse on my cheek. Kissing my skin, his lips with the same softness as the night before. He sets himself back into an upright position before me. And gets one more look in before exiting the room. Leaving me speechless.
