Elena had eaten dinner with Klaus that evening, it some of the best food she'd ever eaten. She couldn't believe it when Klaus told her he'd made it himself.
"Darling, you don't spend centuries on this earth and not learn how to cook pretty well"
He was surprising her. At every possible moment he shocked her. He was funny, intelligent, cultured yet cool. He was everything a girl would dream of in a man. Of course, he was a monster too, but it was getting slightly easier to forget that.
Every second she spent with him, the more charming he became. And god, he was attractive, beautiful even. It was as if she'd never allowed herself to notice it before now, but being in his presence so much she couldn't ignore it. Those dimples, eurgh.
That night they sat by the fire in the library, drank incredible cocktails and Klaus read her his favourite passages from his favourite books. She couldn't quite recall how she'd got to this point. He'd killed her family members and tortured her friends. Hell, he's tried numerous times in the past to drain her of all of her blood. And not forgetting, it was only a few days ago he literally kidnapped her, and trapped her here. Why on earth was she sat in his library, tipsy, openly swooning as he read her passages from romantic novels?
Perhaps it's because deep down she knew Klaus wasn't capable of any emotion, and she knew this was nothing but a game to him, a little evening entertainment. She didn't mind.
"I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight." Klaus spoke, reading her the passage from one of her favourite novel; Tender is the Night.
God, the way he read Fitzgerald's words was like nothing else on this earth to her. And it was true, no matter who Klaus was or what he did, somewhere inside of her – Elena would always remember the way he had been with her tonight. And she knew somehow that this might haunt her in her some way, but she didn't know quite how yet.
"I expect your Salvatore's shall call soon, love. If not, they are pretty rubbish at catching on." Klaus said, smirking at Elena from the other side of the sofa, and closing the book. He lay his phone in between them and closed his eyes, "Now, we shall wait."
Damon was sat in exactly the same place he had spent most of the past four days since Elena left; in a chair, by the fire, with a whiskey in hand. Not nearly drunk enough to forget just how much he missed her. Of course he didn't have the same history with Elena as Stefan did, he wasn't allowed to be as upset as he was, but he could damn well try. He knew he loved Elena just as much, if not more, than Stefan. She was the light of his life in what before her, was pure darkness.
He poured himself the rest of the bottle into his glass, god knows just how much whiskey he had gone through these past few days.
Why wouldn't she just talk to him? They could sort this out, together. He just wanted to know she was okay. Was it really too much to ask for just one text?
Sure, things hadn't ended great. And yes, some things were said that perhaps shouldn't have been. But she was overacting. I mean what even was his relationship with Elena if it wasn't teetering on the edge of hate. That's why he loved it so much.
Damon leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Perhaps, he could sleep.
"Damon!" Stefan shouted, running into the room.
"Oh Stefan reaaaaally. Now. Of all times. I don't care what you have to say, I'm not interested. I'd rather fall into a whiskey induced nap."
"It's about Elena, Damon." Stefan said, knowing that would perk his interest. It did. He leaned his head up and opened his eyes.
"I'm listening."
"Bonnie and Caroline are on their way over. Turns out they haven't heard from Elena in days. She hasn't been at school. Jeremy's been staying with some distant relative in Florida and he hasn't heard a word from her either. Something's wrong."
"I knew it. I knew this wasn't like Elena. Godddd how could we be so stupid?"
Just then there was a loud knock at the door, followed by the sound of someone barging in who obviously couldn't be bothered to wait. It was Caroline, followed by Bonnie.
"Right who's fault is it that Elena's gone?!" Caroline declared, storming over and pouring herself a shot of whiskey and quickly downing it.
"Katherine, it has to be, surely." Bonnie said, collapsing into the sofa.
"No, I spoke to her a few minutes ago. She's in California apparently, still on the run from Klaus. She swore she has nothing to do with it, and I believe her. She has no reason to take Elena." Stefan replied.
"Klaus…" Damon said.
"Why would he though?" Caroline retorted, as if she thought the mere suggestion of it was stupid.
"Newsflash, blondie. He's a psychopathic evil killer… thing" Damon snapped back at her.
"I don't see it. I don't get why he'd take Elena." Stefan said, taking a seat next to Bonnie.
"Maybe to punish you after you messed with his family's coffins!" Caroline snapped at him
"That was a long time ago now, we've moved past that, I think. Maybe I should call him, just to check. At least then we can rule it out." Stefan said, reaching for his phone in his pocket.
He found Klaus' number, dialled it and held it out on loudspeaker for everyone to hear.
"Stefan Salvatore, what a surprise."
"Klaus, I'm gonna skip the pleasantries. You wouldn't happen to know where Elena is, would you?"
"Oh my, Mr Salvatore what have you done now?"
"Elena has been gone since Sunday. And if you don't have her, I think it's best you know your human blood bag may well be in danger."
"Are you sure you didn't just scare her away?"
It clicked in Stefan that Klaus knew something.
"What do you know Klaus? Where is Elena?" the anger rising in him.
"She's safe. That's all you need to know for now."
"Klaus! Is she with you? Let me talk to her?"
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe she doesn't want to talk to you? I mean maybe she wants to talk to Damon? Or neither."
"Put her on the phone, or so help me I-"
"-Stefan. Calm down. Its me." Elena said soothingly through the phone.
"Whats going on Elena? Are you okay? What is Klaus doing with you?"
"Stefan please, don't worry. I'm okay."
"Bye, bye now Salvatore's. I'm sure I'll see you soon enough." Klaus said, snatching the phone back from Elena.
"Klaus wait, wait, Elena!-" Stefan started, but the phone fell silent and Elena and Klaus were gone. Stefan's face sunk into his hands.
"I don't get it. Why would he take her?" Caroline said, almost in shock.
"Who knows. All I know is that we need to find where she is and get to her, fast." Damon said, jumping to his feet, ready for action.
"They will come for you now Elena, or they will try at least. Our days here together are numbered now. I know the best place in New Orleans for cocktails and dancing, if you'd like to accompany me tomorrow night?" Klaus asked, lifting himself from the sofa and offering Elena a hand up.
"Klaus, honestly, that sounds perfect" and it did.
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