Three weeks have passed and Elena remained in Mystic Falls for physical therapy. Nobody but Tyler knew she was there. She only went outside when visiting the therapist or in her rented house's backyard. (At least there was a pool). Tyler would visit hopefully once a day. But Tyler had a life. Elena was bored. Remaining in a constant state of excruciating pain and suffering. Elena was not just physically wounded but emotionally. Her heart ached for a man a month ago she didn't even know what he was. A man with a stupid english accent. Annoying need for self indulging. A man whose a cold-hearted killer. A man who left. Who came to talk and who just left.
Tyler knocked on the door. Letting himself in, he head to the living room where Elena's eyes were glued to an electronic screen. Some cheesy reality show with absolutely no purpose. He sat down next to her. Elena appeared utterly miserable. Her greasy hair wasn't a distraction for her stained gray sweater. Tyler put his arm around his friend, allowing her head to rest gently his shoulder.
"Elena, call them, any of them," Tyler suggested. Tyler wasn't the same young man he once was. He became none other than a high school teacher/ coach. He's grown up. His forehead displayed wrinkles. His hair had a few threads of silver. His body matured and so did him. Tyler Lockwood, who would of thought, could become normal. Although that monthly shift into some dangerous beast.
Elena cried. It's like her hobby lately. "I don't need blood to help me," she argued.
"They'll give it to you. If Klaus knows he'll come running," Tyler argued.
Elena remarked, "He won't. He left Tyler. For thousandth time- Klaus left me. I'm an idiot for thinking he could care. I'm in love with an narcissistic embilsole."
"You're in love with a man," Tyler corrected.
Klaus glanced over at the women. The two alone in an empty bar. The compelled bartender to remain in the back till someone got him, ignoring everything he heard. Her eyes were blue like ocean. Her body seemed warm and appealing. Any man would says he was beautiful, any man would pull something. The women say Klaus's stares. She appeared wondrous at the mysterious stranger before her. She sits beside him, her fragrance smells identical to lilac. She's perfect to the naked eye.
"Hello," she says. Her fingers run around the tip of her glass.
Klaus imagined the women and what he can do with her. He's thoughts like a predator but isn't that what he is. She's his prey, if only she knew how literal it meant.
"You're sitting alone in a bar in the middle of the afternoon. You're either an alcoholic or seriously damaged," Klaus spoke with utter sincerity.
The women's eyes widened. Her mind told her to bolt but her curiously consumed her better judgement. "How'd you know?"
"Beautiful women, not hard to figure out," Klaus explained vaguely.
"You think I'm beautiful," she noted.
Klaus scanned the blonde.
Before he knew it their lips were sucking as her body was on the counter. Klaus's hormones electrified as his hunger took over. He grabbed her neck. His lips glazing over it as she gasped for air.
His teeth sunk in to her warm neck. The women lost all function. Her blood traveled in him, vanishing that unexplainable thirst. The women dropped to the floor. Her lifeless body laid there. Klaus squatted to where he was right above her. Her stroked her hair so that an ear was visible. His mouth almost touching the skin. "I think you're tasty," Klaus said. Walking out of the bar he buttoned his shirt. He flipped the sign from open to close and took off.
Elena cooked brownies in the kitchen, she's been doing that a lot lately, cooking. Tyler watched the girl he cared for drown in her own suffering.
"Want frosting?" Elena asked.
Tyler nodded. He offered to help but Elena wouldn't hear of it.
The oven dinged and Elena puled out the hot pan. The kitchen was permeated with the aroma of sweet sensational supreme chocolate. Tyler's stomach ached for a taste.
Tyler reached for one and Elena slapped his hand away. Tyler shook off the burn.
"No, I'm giving them to the hospital," Elena said. Placing the brownies on a plate, she wrapped them in tin foil.
"Prude," Tyler complained.
Elena's mouth opened and she laughed.
"They're a gift for all their help and besides, if it weren't for you they'd be my only company," Elena commented.
Tyler gave her a look. He teased, "That's depressing."
"It most certainly is," Elena agreed.
Klaus's body ached as he strolled through Miami. The weather was not only amazing but the streets were spectacular. A city of perfection. Klaus approached the beach. Sitting on the soft tropical sand, he kicked off his black shoes. He let his toes curl into the coziness. He watched as kids created messy sandcastles. As teens basted their annoying, meaningless music. As men carried and lifted the heavy junk. As grilling and fires covered the shoreline. He bent back, resting his head. His whole body was laying on the cloud like surface. He stared into the blue sky and thought. He thought of how he didn't change. He was getting somewhere. He wasn't killing innocents, kidnapping women for his personal gain, or even stealing anything of worth. He was becoming a man and not a menace. And then she left. Now, lying on the sand, he realized how messed up he is. She changed him. A man of nothing but evil for a thousand years. A man where he was the only priority. Where his brothers and sisters were locked away by him. A man capable of killing his own mother. He wasn't that man. He was caring and compassionate. And yes it was only for a short time. He forgot the sensation of drinking an innocent. But lying there- all he could think about was if it was worth losing her?