Chapter Three
My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I could not find my feet…
"Are you ready, Elena?"
Elena Gilbert turned to see the man standing behind her.
Klaus.
She gave a relieved sigh as her hands sought his to relieve her nerves.
Today was the day she was going to face the world as who she was.
Elena Gilbert, the woman with the elusive voice that had enchanted millions of people.
It had started on that memorable day, when Klaus had brought her back to his studio from the street corner where she had been singing. Amid the bites of delicious breakfast that she had been gulfing down, he had managed to extract the whole story of her life.
Deceased parents, uncaring guardians and a junkie kid brother weren't the only things that she had left behind in Mystic Falls. She had left her every bad dream in the place which never let anyone escape its clutches.
Here, Klaus had nurtured her voice.
He had pushed her, scolded her, praised her and comforted her in this brief journey that had left her standing in the stratosphere of the music industry with a chosen few. She had shared everything with Klaus except for one small thing, and that was her encounter with Elijah Mikaelson.
Somewhere it felt as if that memory was hers and hers alone.
Elijah Mikaelson.
She had thought a lot about him. Every moment that she had spent outside the studio on the streets of New Orleans was filled with his thoughts. Elijah too was signed with Klaus's studio 'Hybrid', but it was Kol who dealt with Elijah on a regular basis.
She didn't know what the scene between Klaus and Elijah was, but it was evident that there was something. The imperceptible tightening of Klaus's jaw every time Elijah was mentioned was a dead giveaway.
She hadn't inquired deeply because she could see the minute freckles of pain dance in Klaus's eyes, something that she was sure he didn't want anyone to know.
Klaus had become more than a mentor.
He was her confidant and her friend.
Kol sometimes jokingly called Klaus 'angel of the music', but Elena truly felt he was an angel of music.
She didn't know why he had never sung professionally. He had a beautiful voice. Sometimes he would join her on the piano when she was struggling with words and verses. His voice would flow to envelop hers and in that moment, nothing existed except him and his voice.
In a way, Klaus's voice reminded her of Elijah. Dark, sultry and mysterious; his voice could be a twin of Elijah's except it lacked the raw grit that Elijah's voice possessed.
"What are you thinking about, Elena?"
She shook her head and concentrated on the man.
Clad in his trademark Henley and dark jeans, he was a force to be reckoned with. The bad boy smile, the dimples, and the charm was a bonus that came with a sexy British accent and intense gaze.
"I'm just a bit nervous about the performance."
"Don't worry, sweetheart. You're gonna be fabulous." He looked behind her at a technician signaling the time. "The music's gonna start in a moment. You okay?"
She nodded her head because she was too terrified to speak.
He gave her a brief hug and then turned around to walk away. She wanted to call him back, or better run after him and hide behind him. He had been her smokescreen these past two years when her songs had gone viral and popularity had knocked on her door.
Before today all she had to do was sing, but from now on it was going to be different.
She knew everything was going to change.
She heard the opening notes.
She took a long breath and straightened her back.
In a moment, the curtain would rise and the world would see the new hot find from 'Hybrid'.
She was going to make Klaus proud.
And I know he'll be the death of me,
at least, we'll both be numb
and he'll always get the best of me,
the worst is yet to come,
but at least we'll both be beautiful
and stay forever young…
It was a kick.
It was something Elijah had never expected.
Everyone had been agog to know more about the mysterious Elena whose voice had taken the world by storm.
People had heard her sing and they had wanted to know more about the woman who could make music an addiction.
He had wanted to know about her too.
All anyone had managed to get was that she was a new find of Klaus or the 'Hybrid' as people in the business called him.
Klaus had kept her securely under the wraps.
Now, he knew why.
The girl singing on stage was an epitome of beauty. Clad in a simple red dress, she was innocence personified. Her words were a desperate ode while her eyes were a gentle realization.
How had he thought that his brother had forgiven him for what had happened all those years ago?
Klaus remembered.
The girl who serenaded a lover long gone in front of him was none other than the girl he had picked that night in an unnamed New Orleans street.
He turned to look at his brother, and true to his guess Klaus was looking at him.
Klaus's lips were curved in a smile, but his eyes were inky in their hate…
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