To raise his brother once and for all from the dead, Klaus kidnaps Elena, needing the blood of a doppelganger in order to defeat death. But once Kol is awakened he intends to destroy Mystic Falls. One by one they will all fall. They will be each other's demise if they cannot survive together. But they each carry their own personal sets of demons...
the demons we hide
She is cold. Cold and numb. Swimming through the heavy, deep, swallowing pit of regret and depression. The water's heavy. She can't get up.
Elena lays shivering in the warehouse, the massacred witches lying around her with their dead lifeless eyes. The smell of bloodshed lingers in the air, the warehouse reeking of death. But Elena doesn't notice. Elena is wrapped up in her grief... Klaus killed them. Even though Bonnie is safe now, the witches are dead.
"I killed them," Elena says incomprehensibly, lips moving feverishly in her delirious state.
The warehouse door suddenly swings open, sunlight pouring in and filling up the scene. Klaus steps in, bloody clothes replaced, walking towards Elena. He kneels down beside her, a cruel smile curving onto his lips as he takes in the sight of the dead witches. Klaus doesn't touch Elena but instead speaks to her. "We have no time to waste, love..." The words bound across the room, unanswered. He picks up the necklace and toys with it with nimble fingers. "Wake up, sweetheart..." When she remains unresponsive, Klaus rests the backs of his fingers by her pale cheek. It's cold. He removes his hand and stands up. "Elena."
She manages to open her eyes but stares straight ahead of her, unmoving.
Klaus sighs. They're on a tight schedule as it is. He moves to touch her waist in order to pick her up, but the moment his hand connects with the fabric of her shirt, she lets out a bloodcurdling scream. Klaus jerks his hand back, brow furrowed.
"Don't touch me, don't touch me..." Elena shrieks. Klaus's calm mood dissapates. He lunges over her, golden eyes flashing, forcing her to look at him.
"Snap out of it," he hisses furiously, compelling her. After, his face returns to normal and he lets go of her shoulders, watching for shake herself from her reverie. But she is no better off than before, as tears make their way down her face.
"I killed them, didn't I?" she moans.
"No, love," Klaus enunciates. "I did." But Elena only shakes her head and resumes her despair. Klaus, wanting to end the matter, offers his hand to her. "We've got places to be." She swallows and looks at his hand. The hand that took innocent lives, and still does. But Elena takes it anways. Because what else can she do? She broken enough already as it is.
He lets go of her hand as soon as she stands up. She follows him out into the morning sunlight, leaving the blood and death behind.
The sun is warming. It dries Elena's tears and comforts and soothes her that everything will be alright again. But she's been through enough to know that it won't. She stops crying anyways. It's useless; it won't do her any good. It won't bring back Jeremy or Alaric, and it won't bring back the lives of the innocent that Klaus had slaughtered.
The car ride is silent until Elena finally speaks up. "You did kill them, but it's my fault they're dead," she whispers. Klaus flicks his eyes over to her, but she's staring outside of the window.
Hours later, Klaus kills the engine and retrieves the necklace. "Where are we?" Elena asks neutrally.
"A bar," Klaus responds, his devilish grin lighting up his face. The blue twinkle of mischief indicates he's up to no good. Elena sighs tiredly, and they enter together.
Inside it's loud and crowded, people pressed up tight against each other as they dance to the music. Klaus even has to use compulsion in order to grab two seats by the bar, at which Elena glances disapprovingly at (she still doesn't believe in compelling people even for the most trivial of things). Klaus slides onto the stool, his long legs stretched to the side, and Elena somewhat willingly takes a seat beside him.
"What shall it be, sweetheart?"
"I didn't come here to get drunk with you, Klaus." Her voice is scolding, but in her heart she wants to return to her state of despair. I killed them. I killed them. I killed them. But she can't. Klaus was right. If she does, she'll stay like that forever.
"Of course not. I would have thought you would have liked a distraction from your...battling consciences." Elena scoffs but rests her forearms on the counter comfortably.
"Bourbon, please," she tells the guy behind the counter.
"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?" he questions suspiciously. Elena bites her lip. She was afraid this would happen. But she'd never compel a human. Maybe no-humanity Elena did, but good-girl Elena was going to follow the rules from now on. As she starts to get up from her stool, Klaus leans forward.
"She might be a little underage, mate. But she's with me, so I think you better get her the drink." He pauses to smirk up at the guy, who obediently shuffles around for a glass. "Compulsion's one of the benefits of the immortals. Why don't you use vampirism to its full potential?" Klaus has his playing voice back on.
"Because, unlike some other vampires, I don't think it's right to take advantage of humans."
"Why not, love? Join in on the fun." He throws his head back to down his shot.
"I...can't. I'll get too caught up in it," she admits softly, looking at her hands. Klaus is about to form a retort when he spots two witches making their way over to them.
"Why don't you go have some fun right now?" he asks her, needing her to get out of the way. He doesn't need another plan ruined. Elena turns to look in the witches' direction and throws him an annoyed look, grabbing her bottle and vacating the seat. Klaus clears his throat expectantly, turning back to his drink with a smirk playing on his lips. Time to get back to business.
At first Elena feels out of place. She's just gotten her humanity back, and the people around her make her want to turn it off again.
Because they're having fun.
Elena feels as if she can't have fun if she's Good Elena. She watches, mesmerized, as they laugh, keeping close to one another, throwing their heads back in their drunken states. Why can't she be like them again?
Elena carefully leans against the railing outside; the back door is open so she can see everything. She sips her bourbon, relishing the burn and aftertaste it leaves in the back of her throat.
Anger starts to quickly rise but she smothers it by taking long gulps until she feels she can no longer stand. Yes, it's only one bottle, but that on top of heightened emotions, battling consciences, and the feeling of loss. She smashes the bottle to the ground, but no one hears over the music. "Screw this," says Elena, and walks over to join the dancing.
She can feel her mind slowly numb as she gives herself over to the alcohol. She pulls someone close - if she wasn't drunk, she thinks, she certainly wouldn't be doing this - and they begin dancing. He's too close for comfort, but Elena relaxes, skin touching, losing herself to the music.
A/N:: I realize I haven't updated this in like two weeks ;P Sorry guys I'll try to update faster..So tell me what did you think of this chapter? Boring? Fun? More action? I dunno, you tell me!
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