Chapter 5: Three Can't Keep a Secret

The real game was figuring out which role Silas had taken over. Was he the pretty red-head? Or the handsome cook? Was he your best friend? Your lover? Elena knew it was a bad time to be having an affair especially when a psychotic mind reader roamed the town at his own will. The first sign that Silas knew of her secret came with a bottle of vervain laced wine and a signed card. He posed as a young delivery boy, demanded her to drink the entire bottle in one sitting while he watched. "You and your friends are so clever…" He mused, "Do you think your friends would love you if they knew?"

"Knew what?" She choked as fire singed her mouth and her throat. Vervain was a god-awful herb, the experience was a familiar feeling. It bubbled in her mouth and because she was unable to spit it out, it scorched her throat. She wanted to pass out because of the pain, but the diluted amount of vervain in the alcohol didn't permit her to.

He clucked his tongue, "Klaus…and the golden girl. Miss Perfect. You're no better than the others, Elena. Katerina, Tatia and you are all cheap reproductions of Amara." His anger spiked, "Amara was beautiful..."

"Amara, that's her name?" Elena rolled her eyes, "For the doppelganger thing to work, you realize she had a child with someone else besides you. Katerina and Tatia fit that description as well, correct?" Silas slapped her face hard enough to leave an impression of his hand. She blinked hard as she attempted to regain her sight.

"It's not the same!" Silas yelled, throwing the empty wine bottle at the wall. Its green glass shattered across the floor of the Salvatore living room. He looked at her for a moment- his eyes filled with something she couldn't decipher. He touched her face, his fingers pressing against her cheek. She tried to back away from his touch but he held her jaw in place. He stood there, eyes wandering over her. And then he walked out of the room. She was willing her body out of the chair she was previously compelled in. She started to cry once her body hit the floor with a loud thud.

She hated him. His touch brought shivers through her body and disgust in her heart. When she collected herself, she immediately called Klaus to tell him the news. As she talked, she straightened her short black jean skirt before heading into her room to change her white and red shirt that she wore.

"I hate that he can get in my head!" She told him, "He knows Klaus…and if Silas knows, then everyone will know soon enough. It's how he gets by- making other people miserable. Can I come over?" She grabbed a see-through black shirt with tiny purple, red, and yellow dots in the pattern.

"You know you don't have to ask, love." She loved the way he sounded. His voice leaked protectiveness, slight anger, and the usual compassion.

"There are a lot of things I don't have to ask about, like that little- Oh my god, Damon!" She squealed when she saw his reflection in her mirror. "What are you doing in my room?" Damon wore his usual black attire. She could see he was pleased with her shock.

"Who are you talking to?" He asked, leaning against the threshold. She blinked, unable to come up with a decent lie. "Alright, well, what about the broken bottle in my living room?"

"That's none of your business." She told him, "Can you leave?"

"I could." Damon was flirting. Elena heard Klaus' heavy sigh from the phone. Elena felt bad for Klaus, his secret girlfriend getting hit on by her former boyfriend. "Where are you running off to Elena?" His voice was seductive. "When you could stay here…with me."

"I decline your offer." She said, shoving past him. She knew she would pay in some way for rejecting him. As soon as she was out of earshot, she continued her conversation. "Sorry." She didn't know what else to say on the topic.

Klaus was put off about it, "I don't like the way he talks to you."

"He thinks I'm single." Elena explained, "It doesn't matter what he says because I'm yours. Sometimes I wish we could get out of here…no Silas, no Damon, and no drama." She nearly sung while she started her car. "I'll be over in five minutes." She was surprised that there was traffic within the town. She tried to weave around it but it was no use. She watched her clock as her five minute limit passed, turned to ten minutes and then fifteen minutes. "People need to learn how to drive." She mumbled when her car hit his driveway. She walked into his house with a small smile on her face, "Honey- I'm home!"

"You're late." He growled. "I hope you have clothes in your car because we're leaving for the weekend." He grabbed her hand, pulling her out the door she'd just walked through. He opened the door for her with a half-smile on his face.

"Where are we going? I can't-" He put his finger over her mouth to silence her. A rare, full on grin fell across his face while he laughed at her. He removed his finger allowing her to speak a few words, "Please tell me where we're going, baby."

"I can't, it'll ruin the surprise…" He pressed their foreheads together, "You'll love it, darling." She couldn't tell him the reason why this was a bad idea, because it was a bad idea. Silas could tell their little secret or her family could catch onto their absence. "Give me a kiss."

She pecked his lips quickly before she put her seatbelt on and awaited him to get into his seat. They held hands while he drove, finger intertwined in perfect harmony. A soft jazz tune echoed throughout the vehicle. Fields and fields passed her curious eyes, "This isn't fair."

Klaus smirked, "Life isn't fair."

"You sound like an old man."

"I am an old man."