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Chapter Twelve

Beauty queen of only eighteen she
had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her, she
always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles and wound up
at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow I want more

I don't mind spendin' everyday
Out on your corner in the pourin' rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
and she will be loved, and she will be loved

Tap on my window, knock on my door, I
Want to make you feel beautiful…..

-She will be loved by 'Maroon 5'

Kol Mikaelson watched her sleeping form on the front seat of his car, and sighed. He had told her innumerable times that she needed to lighten her workload, but did she listen? Evidently no.

Elena Gilbert looked almost peaceful as she slept. The demons that plagued her in her coherent state were less persistent in her sleep, or so he thought until he heard her first scream.

She thrashed against the seat belt. Her struggle was animalistic, as if she was trying to escape herself. Kol stopped the car on the side of road and tried to calm her down but to no avail. She kept holding her stomach with one hand while the other rose to shield herself from blows.

What had happened to this girl?

Watching the tears stream down her eyes as he shook her broke his heart. He got out of the car and came to her side, opening her door and picking her up. She curled in him, shaking and begging someone to not hurt Damien.

Who was Damien?

'Elena, wake up darling.'

Her eyes fluttered open as her struggles ceased.

'Where is Damien? Is he okay?' she muttered.

'Who is Damien, darling?' she seemed disoriented. Her eyes were intent on his face.

'You are him, aren't you? Elijah. You look just like Elijah.' She was still in trance? Or had she recognized him? In this moment he didn't want to be associated with the man world knew as Elijah Mikaelson.

'No darling, I am Kol. Remember?' oh god, her wide eyes were so innocent. They only held curiosity. What had happened with her? Whose scars graced the beautiful soul of this gentle creature?

'Kol? Damon doesn't love me. It was all a game. How am I going to tell him about Damien?' her eyes held questions whose answers he didn't know.

'I don't know who Damien is, darling. Do you have an address? I could take you to him.'

And maybe his kindness was what broke her trance. He knew she came rushing back to reality the moment those curious eyes clouded with grief, and innocence died in those depths to give birth to misery that flowed from those world weary orbs of brown.

'He is gone.' she sobbed, her face buried in his shirt, hands curled in the fabric.

'Elena, darling who is gone?' he was afraid to hear her answer, afraid to confirm what he had suspected the moment he had found about Elena Gilbert.

'Damien, my Damien.' Oh god, oh dear god. Kol didn't want to ask her who Damien was, didn't want to hear that his brother had played a part in killing another innocent life.

'Who was he Elena?' his heart was trembling.

'My son. My sweet Damien.' She sounded so broken. She was broken.

His legs wanted to give out, but he had no choice. He had to be strong for her. He sank on the ground, his back propped against the car with her still in his arms. She curled in him, as if he could take all her wounds that hurt. He could at least try, couldn't he?

'Will you tell me about him?' he asked. He was sure of her denial, so it came as surprise when her teary voice started to paint a picture of such heartbreak that his hands tightened around her. This woman had never done anything to deserve the cruelty that the world had dealt to her. She had done nothing but love a man who had been too selfish to see the gift she had bestowed on him.

He was disgusted to call Elijah his brother. He knew who enjoyed the sick games like one Elena was describing to him. He perfectly knew the man who played with people like people played with dolls or maybe he didn't know Elijah Mikaelson at all.

'…I called Damon again and again, but every time he was the one who picked up and every time he just laughed when I pleaded to talk to Damon. I had to talk to Damon. Finally after a month I broke down, and I told him I was pregnant with Damon's baby. You know what he said to me Kol?' her eyes held his and in them he could see the world as she had seen it. Brutal, merciless and without compassion.

'He told me whores around the world called Duke of Luxembourg everyday claiming he was the father of their children. It didn't make him the father, did it?'

'Shhh! its okay, darling.' He wanted to tell her that she was an angel in this world inhabited with sinners. He wanted to tell her that she was anything but a whore. But what could he say in face of the story that was introduction of devil he had misfortune to call brother.

'My parents threw me out when they found I was pregnant, and my twin Amara told them how I had ruined the family name when I had spread my legs like a common tramp for Duke of Luxembourg. They never believed Damon could be the father of my child. I was too stupid, too ordinary in comparison with Amara to catch someone's eye.' He had thought only his childhood had been the affair from hell.

Who in their right mind thought she was ordinary? She was the most extraordinary person he had ever met in his life. He had thought Bonnie's betrayal was the worst he had ever come across, but this was far more painful. She had survived despite everything. This strong courageous woman had survived his brother's cruelty when she had been nothing more than a girl.

'I just had my high school degree and no work experience. Who was gonna hire a pregnant girl straight out of high school?' she was lost in some other time and he was lost in the face of her strength.

'I got the job to clean the bathrooms of Mystic Grill. I, who had never even dusted a single shelf of my room at Gilbert estate, cleaned the bathrooms of Mystic Grill. Those first months felt as if I would die, but I had to live for my Damien.' Her face lit up with a smile he had seldom seen. She had loved her son as he had loved his.

'He was the most beautiful baby ever, Kol. He had Damon's eyes and his skin and his nose and his mouth. He was a mini replica of Damon.' Kol would never know what his baby would have looked like. Maybe he would have favored Elijah or Bonnie or maybe he would have been an entirely different creature. Bonnie had taken that chance from him, and Elijah had forced Bonnie to do so.

'What happened?' he asked for he knew she wasn't a woman who would ever abandon her child.

'I wasn't enough for my Damien. I worked hard and lived frugally, but even then it wasn't sufficient to bring up my boy properly. I called Damon again, and he refused to acknowledge that I could ever have a child fathered by him. He told me to do whatever I wanted with the kid, and to never call him again.' she paused, as if to gather her courage, as if she was terrified she would drive him away with whatever she was going to say next.

'I gave him up for adoption. He was only one and half months.' She sobbed. 'I gave away my baby, Kol.'

He rubbed her back in comforting circles. She had done what she had thought best for her child. That didn't make her a monster; it just made her a mother. God knew she must have suffered, and yet she had handed her baby to the strangers so that he could have a better life. She was so brave, this woman in his arms. He had never known another human being who had fought against whatever life had thrown at them, and succeeded despite the odds. Maybe once he had, when his brother Elijah had been someone who had taken Mikael's blows for his siblings, who had worked day and night to restore the fortune of his siblings that Mikael and Esther had run to ground.

'Do you know where he is?' he asked quietly. If she wanted, he would trace her Damien for her. It was least he could do for her when her each agony was inflicted by the man who shared Kol's DNA.

'No, and I don't want to. He is happy wherever he is. He has a family and that is all I ever wanted for him.' The smile on her lips was a sad manifestation of her strong heart.

He stared at her for a long moment. She fidgeted but he tightened his arms around her.

'I am so proud to be your friend, Elena.' He meant every word.

'And I am thankful that you are mine.' She murmured as she relaxed and closed her eyes.

'Do you have any plans of getting up? Sorry to tell you but you are quite heavy darling.' He complained while mirth danced in his eyes.

She opened one eye, 'deal with it.'

And they both laughed while sitting at the side of the road in the dead of night like crazies. In that moment Kol Mikaelson vowed that he would never let Elena know, that he was brother of the man who had brought only agony and misery in her life. And Elena Gilbert vowed she would never let Kol know that she had known all along that he was Kol Mikaelson. She was happy with Kol Shaw, and he would always remain Kol Shaw for her…...

'Eight' Camille Moreau counted in breathless whisper. The cane came down sharply on her butt. Recently there was a cruelty in Elijah that had never been there before. He had dominated her frequently, but had never left her unsatisfied. These days their sexual encounters were all about his gratification and her punishments.

She didn't know what he was punishing her for. He never faced her when they had sex. He would always mount her from behind, or she would have a blindfold when they were on the bed.

In those scant moments when he would be getting ready to leave her bound and gagged, humiliated on the bed he had paid for, she saw the eyes that were clouded with pain.

Who was he forgetting between her thighs?

What was he running from?

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