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You can start to see the attraction between the two of them. I think it's sexy. ;)

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Previously: Not even Elijah acknowledged the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Elena woke up late in the afternoon, with a backache and sore knee. She stretched in the blankets, trying to ease the knot in her back.

Walking out of her room and looking for Elijah gave her time to look around at where she was staying.

The hotel room was very modern, but it was obvious that Elijah had spent a lot of money to stay here. Elena was thankful Elijah had the honor to give her her own separate room.

She walked further down the hallway of the hotel room, and smelt a deliciously wafting fragrance, followed by the delectable sound of something frying.

She kept walking, curious.

Elena had to admit, she was surprised to find Elijah working the kitchen, his graceful hands controlling the frying pan. She was also amused to find an Original—one of the oldest and most powerful and cruel vampires of all time—with an apron on, making breakfast.

"Good morning," he greeted, not looking away from the pan.

She walked up to him, and leaned over to try to look at what Elijah was making.

"Sit down, you nosy little girl," Elijah said, half playfully. He pushed her away, signaling for her to sit down without looking away from his breakfast-making once.

Elena pouted, but did as he said. "I'm not nosy; I'm simply…interested in what you're making for me. That stuff is going down my throat, so I'm just trying to figure out what it is."

He left the pan still frying and took off his apron to sit down at the table, sitting across from her at the table.

"What do you want to do today?"

"What?" Elena must've heard wrong.

Elijah asked, "Is there anything in particular that you want to do?"

"Oh." She was allowed to get out of this hotel. Elena had assumed Elijah would just keep her, cooped up here.

"Well," she looked at her filthy clothes, the ones she'd been wearing for over a day and a half, "first, I want to take a shower, and then I want to go get some new clothes."

Elijah smirked. "Wouldn't it be smart to buy new clothes first, so that when you get out of the shower, you'll actually have something to wear?"

Elena blushed. Oh, yeah.

"…Furthermore, you will take your shower, and I will be shopping for you."

She shifted in her seat, and Elijah realized how uncomfortable she was, knowing that he would be purchasing her clothes for her.

"…or, I could just compel a maid to shop for you."

Elena smiled. "I'd like that instead."

"Alright, then," Elijah stated. "It's settled."

He stood up and grabbed the pan, scraping the contents onto a plate before handing it to Elena.

To Elijah, the meal looked like junk that he had spontaneously come up with, given the limited amount of ingredients.

To Elena, it looked like a delightful, delectable and furthermore delicious cuisine that she had never eaten before. She couldn't wait any longer to try the food.

She moaned, her taste buds coming to life after the first bite.

Elijah watched her dive into the food. Never in his—undead—life had he seen a girl so satisfied with such a simple dish.

When Elena realized Elijah was watching her stuff herself like a pig, she stopped eating. "It's very good." With etiquette, she tried to eat as slowly as possible in front of him.

"Elena, I know it's been a while since you've eaten. You might as well make the best of it."

She started to dive into the food again.

During that time, Elijah called a maid to come up, and he compelled her to shop for Elena. "Buy Elena a couple of new outfits," he ordered, "she wears size…"

Elijah looked back at Elena. "What size do you wear?"

"Size 0-1."

"Size 0-1," he repeated. He handed the woman around six-hundred dollars.

The maid nodded and left with the money.

Elena had just finished eating. Elijah chuckled, realizing she had cleaned her plate. "Seconds?" he offered.

"Are you kidding me?" Elena sat back, obviously full. "I'm completely stuffed. And I don't even eat breakfast usually."

Elijah tsked at her. "You should be ashamed. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

Elena wasn't up for a lecture. She stood up. "I'm taking a shower," she proclaimed.

"Don't hesitate to use as much conditioner as you want," he called back.

Elijah heard the door slam shut, and he snickered.

But then he was bored. He had half an hour to spare and had nothing to do.

Then he had an idea. "Elena?" he asked through the other side of the bathroom door.

"Yes?" she called back.

"Is there anything you want me to bring here from home?"

There was a pause. "Yes, please."

That was all Elijah needed to grab his jacket and go.

"Do you know where I live?" Elena questioned, still showering.

"I'll figure it out."

"Elijah?"

"Yes?"

"Can you get my diary?" Elena asked.

So she does keep a journal, Elijah inferred. "Alright."

Elijah left the hotel, trusting that Elena wouldn't go anywhere without him.

He came back twenty minutes later with some of Elena's stuff. The usual things. Her hairbrush, Elena's novel—the book that was on her nightstand—and Elena's diary.

If Elijah was human, he would've had a hard time finding the journal, but with his vampire experience, humans were very predictable with their hiding places.

When he came back, he found Elena in the kitchen, with her hair wet. She was in the middle of eating a sandwich she'd probably made herself.

She smelled delicious; one of the reasons was her improvement on hygiene, another being a tasty human Petrova doppelganger.

Elena smiled when she noticed what Elijah was holding in his hands.

She clutched the diary to her chest, and he realized how important that was to her.

"Thank you," she said with sincerity.

"My pleasure."

Elena went back to eating her sandwich, thinking how bland it tasted compared to her extraordinary breakfast.

"I think," Elijah started, "that I know what I want to do today."

Elena stopped chewing. "And what is that?"

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