Elena awoke the next morning to find Kol stood at the end of her bed. She nearly jumped out of her skin. She scowled at him, rolled over and simply muttered "I don't want to talk."
He moved and sat at the end of her bed, attempting to find her eyes and draw her out of her pillows.
"Elena I must apologise for my behaviour last night. I assure you I genuinely loved my time I spent with you, and that winding my brother up with it was just a mere bonus. I don't want you to feel as if I used you, for it was not that way at all."
She rolled over quickly.
"Someone died because of your stupid game to wind up Klaus." Elena muttered, angered by the very idea that Kol might have thought his words would make up for the loss Lydia was experiencing.
"I do not care for that girl, but I do care about you. Niklaus is temperamental, to say the least."
"He's a monster." Elena added.
"Yes, quite. But the things I said about you and I stirred something deep within him. He cares for you Elena."
"He cares for no one."
"You are wrong there" Kol said, and Elena believed him somehow.
"If that is how he cares, then I don't want him to care for me at all."
"Ah but you care for him. I remember what you said last night, Miss Gilbert."
"I was wrong. The sooner Damon and Stefan arrive the better. Klaus and I have nothing but hate between us." And with that Elena rolled over and pretended to go back to sleep.
"New Orleans, are you sure?" Stefan asked. He, Damon, Caroline, Bonnie and Tyler were gathered around in the Salvatore House. Damon had had sources trying to locate Klaus for the past two days and one had finally got a lead on his location.
"Yes, it makes perfect sense. He always talks about New Orleans, claims it's his city. My sources say he's been spotted."
"We have to go. Like, right now." Caroline says, springing to her feet. She always was good at leading a team.
By that evening Elena was desperate to read something to get her out of her own mind that she decided no matter whether Klaus was in the library or not, Elena would go. She had no clue what she would do or say if she saw his evil, snarling face but it was a risk she was willing to take.
He was in there. Though he never moved his eyes from the pages of his book, Elena knew he knew she was there. She settled herself down in the big armchair by the fire and allowed herself to be lost in a book.
She was almost lost in the pages when Klaus suddenly piped up.
"Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex." He said with a laugh, "Okay, so maybe I actually did murder someone."
Elena fell silent for a moment. Looking up at him there eyes met and she didn't feel the hate for him she so desperately wanted to.
"J.R Ward, I know the book." she said, "Jealousy? Is that was it was, Klaus?" she adds.
"You see I've been sat in this library all day trying to make sense of last night. That passage is the only thing that has come close to explaining it."
"Jealousy requires you to care about me, Klaus"
"I care about you, Elena"
"Do you?"
"Of course. You're my doppelganger, I need you for my hybrids and-"
"-is that all it is?"
"And, and - I suppose you're a friend." It was as if Klaus was almost ready to be open and honest with her, but something inside of him had pulled him back once again.
"A friend!?" Of course that's all she was to him, a blood bag and perhaps, a friend. She was seething with anger now.
"Yes Elena, a friend? Do you want me to say it another ten times so it's clear, love? You sound confused."
"Friends don't get jealous when friends kiss people."
"Oh, don't flatter yourself sweetheart. You're very lovely but you're not that lovely."
"And you're not lovely at all!" Elena yelled.
"Are you sure love, because I'm pretty sure you told my brother you think otherwise."
"Oh please, I was 4 beers and two glasses of champagne down. I'd of probably confessed my undying love for the devil if he'd asked!"
"Liar!"
"Asshole!"
"Oh Elena, swearing really isn't a great look on you…" Klaus said, patronizing her and rolling his eyes.
"I don't care what you think! In fact – Fuck! Shit! Dick! Cunt!"
"Oh you really are just winding me up now!" Klaus seethed.
"Good!"
Both of them hadn't noticed but as they'd got angrier at each other they'd moved closer and closer, until now their faces were as close as they could be and they could feel each other's breath. Klaus could feel how hard and fast Elena's heart was beating, he had really got under her skin. He enjoyed it.
"Now dear Elena, I'm not jealous. I just didn't think you were the kind of girl to kiss a man she's known a little less than three hours. You must be feeling pretty desperate after those Salvatore's are making you pick just one of them." Klaus said through his teeth, slowly, knowing exact what to say to piss her off even more.
Elena gritted her teeth at him, "Go to hell" she sniped.
"Gladly, but first, this."
And with that he pushed his lips against hers and they crashed together with the kind of passion neither of them had ever felt before. Before long their hands were tangled in each other, and Klaus' fingers were caught in Elena's long hair as he struggled to keep her close as his soul desired. It was passionate, but Klaus wouldn't allow it to to go on too long. He needed her to want more from him. And so he pulled his lips away from hers, and she opened her eyes, shocked at how quickly he'd ended it. Klaus cupped Elena's face in his palms and looked deep into her eyes and admitted "Perhaps I was a little jealous." He smirked, and pulled away, turning towards the door and walking away with one last wave.
"Goodnight, love. Sweet dreams."
FINALLY! I admit this is a bit of a slowburn…. There's gonna be a lot of will they? Won't they? moments. I like to build the relationship up slowly, and I'm literally like 1/8 of the way through my plans for this story so there's A LOT more to come. Please favourite and review if you want me to continue writing this.