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Around 45 minutes later, Elijah had returned with a heap of exotic foods from Europe and Asia. On one dish—he had ran all the way to Asia—was fugu fish—it was delicious, but he hoped that the dish wouldn't kill her; and on another, was an Italian type of bread. The other dishes were substances with names that Elijah hadn't cared to remember.

Quietly, he knocked on the Elena's door. "Elena?" he called, "I'm back."

There was no response from the other side of the door. Hmm, she must be sleeping.

"Hello?" Elijah knocked a bit louder.

There was silence at the other end.

"I got what you want," he stated with a slight smile, hoping it would interest her, "I got takeout. Of course, I didn't want it from some greasy fast-food restaurant, so I went to transcontinental to obtain this, but…" Elijah trailed off when he realized Elena was probably not listening to what he was saying.

"Elena," he warned.

It wasn't gentlemanly to just barge in a women's room, but—due to the fact that she was not answering him—Elijah had no other choice.

He practically broke down the door while entering.

Elijah gasped in shock at what he saw.

A man—a vampire, obviously—was had Elena in his strong hold. His hand was wrapped tightly around her mouth and he was feeding on her.

When the door had smashed open, the vampire had taken no notice, too lost in the Petrova doppelganger's sweet delectable blood.

Elena's eyes turned to Elijah, silently pleading to be saved from this inexperienced vampire who was sucking the life out of her.

Without further hesitation, the unknown vampire's heart was across the room. Immediately, Elijah grabbed Elena and ran, abandoning everything behind. (*including his delicious exotic meals LOL*)

While fleeing and trying to get away from there as far as possible, he had time to think and panic.

This vampire obviously hadn't just appeared out of the blue. This was Klaus's doing. Of course; any vampire Klaus would send to retrieve Elena would probably give into the temptation of feeding on her, yearning to have a 'little taste' of the rich doppelganger blood.

Now Klaus had known where he was. How was that even possible? Elijah and Drew had made absolute sure that the scent was cut off. It was nearly impossible for anyone to find the doppelganger.

…unless it was someone Elena knew. Someone that was most likely to hang around her every day, no doubt able to memorize even a tab bit of her scent in the area. Elijah's jaw nearly dropped at that thought. Someone Elena knew and trusted was helping Klaus find her.

With someone like that on her side, Klaus would have a much greater chance at capturing Elena.

He noticed that Elena was growing weaker and weaker underneath his hold.

Elijah ran faster.

Elena gasped softly when they came to an abrupt stop. She looked around.

She barely had any idea where she was before; now, Elena didn't even know if she was in the Eastern U.S. anymore.

Communities of oak and maple trees were clumped together. Surrounded by trees, was a small pond nearby with its average fish.

Elijah finally put her down on a nearby flat rock. There was a relieved look in his eyes. "I don't think they'll be able to find us now."

He realized that Elena was still bleeding, so he bit into his wrist. Elijah's blood would heal her in less than five seconds. "Open up," he coaxed, managing to get Elena open her mouth.

She was silent and didn't fight.

When Elijah pulled back, he noticed there were tears in the corner of her eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked in alarm. "Are you hurting somewhere else?"

She shook her head.

"Then what's wrong?"

Elena didn't care that blood was smeared on her neck and her clothes—hell, she didn't care that she had just been attacked by a vampire—she had abandoned her diary.

What if someone found it? What if someone finds out about vampires and how I feel about Elijah? What if Klaus comes across my diary and find out about how I feel about Elijah?

"M-my diary," she murmured quietly, slightly trembling, "it's g-gone."

Elena knew that she was sort of making a big deal out of a stupid book, but that book was with her for her whole life.

And she had left it.

Just like that.

She put her head in her hands. Each sob shook her trembling form. It was too late to get it now. They must've come a long way from the hotel.

Elijah looked at this sad human creature with sympathy. She must've really cared for this journal.

"I'll be right back," he said briefly before speeding off.

He hadn't a hard time locating the hotel room again. The difficult part was getting past all of the vampires who were servicing Klaus.

They all came at Elijah at once and attacked, fangs bared.

There was no challenge in ripping every one of them apart. He just hoped this wouldn't take long so he could return to Elena.

After they were all dead, Elijah simply grabbed the diary and sped off again.

He dropped the journal on his lap, and Elena was staring at the book with some kind of awe. "Here you go."

When she didn't answer, he said hastily "Don't worry, I didn't read it—"

Unexpectedly, Elena threw herself into Elijah's arms.

"Thank you," she murmured gratefully into his ear.

Surprisingly, Elijah pulled her closer. "My pleasure."

It was then when he realized what strong feelings he had for her. What at attracted him to this young Petrova doppelganger this whole time. He appreciated her fire, her attitude, her blood, her feelings, her enjoyment.

He cared for her; very deeply...and he was almost certain that he loved her.

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