Warning: This chapter contains rape.

CHAP 35:

Despite wanting to go see Jonas. Even more so, wanting to see Klaus and discuss any phone calls he was planning on making to Mystic Falls. I took heed of my drooping eyelids in my clean and relaxed state and wandered back to our room. There was no other option for me at the moment anyway. I had been dismissed of his company. Some house-keeping had occurred while we'd been out. I'd noticed the tidy up our room had received while I'd waited for Klaus, and two robes had been replaced in the bathroom. Some laundering must have been done as well but not yet to completion it seemed. I couldn't find any clothes anywhere. Not even where Klaus got his clothes from. There wasn't a thing. Only the robe I'd worn back from the bathroom and the one on the end of the bed remained. I could try and find Klaus and let him know my dilemma, or any of the others really. Even if they leant me something to wear, it would be something. Sarah might be the only one not willing to help me out. And I could only assume that Greta would have no problem if I borrowed some of her clothes. Sitting on my side of the bed where I'd turned the covers down, I smoothed a couple of wrinkles out of the bottom sheet with my right hand. Enjoying the feel of the clean crisp sheets I so wanted to dive into and sleep. It wasn't like falling asleep within my robe was going to be a problem. I'd been accepting of that possibility last night. Looking at my predicament realistically I would only be borrowing clothes, no underwear. Which really wasn't any different to wearing the robe. Justified, I stood up to turn off the light in the room before getting into bed beneath the dimmed lighting.

Waking with a start to a loud bang and similarly violent noises that followed. I sat up straight in bed to see Klaus lifting the lounge from the floor as though it weighed nothing before he threw it down to a loud cracking noise. He began pacing back and forth before it had even hit the floor. It seemed like I'd hardly gone back to sleep since popping out to see Jonas and have Greta do her magic pregnancy test on me for the day. I'd tried and failed to convey some light-heartedness with the father-daughter magic duo. Trying to humorously comment on how I'd actually reported to their room as had been requested of me, instead of the sporadic testing that had been done of late. My disturbed slumber mixed with my admittedly bad mood just resulted in Jonas looking at me sadly. I got the sense he was looking but trying to appear as though he wasn't cataloguing my bruises. Resenting everything I'd left. Now, waking up in the same state of mind, I really didn't need to be annoyed by Klaus just yet. But that was more a preference than a desire. My fear had returned. I would take being annoyed over being hit again.

Wide-eyed I watched him in the near darkness and assumed it was almost night. I couldn't help it. Wether knowledge being power and in this case knowing what was going on would lessen my fear, whether I actually cared, or was simply curious, I interrupted him.

"Klaus? I began softly. "Is everything-. Are you okay?" Why do you care? A loud exaggerated sigh came from him and he managed to stay in one spot for a few moments.

"Fine. Just fine." He moved to pour himself a drink.

"Fine wouldn't be how I'd describe you right now," I said timidly. "In fact, it wouldn't be how I'd describe you since our outing this morning." I took a punt and mentioned the debacle along with talking, perhaps in excess of what he would allow. But I wasn't being interrogated now as far as I knew. So maybe things would be back to normal. With bated breath I waited for any undesirable response from him. Drawing the covers up in front of my torso as I sat watching him down the contents of the glass and set it down, I continued to wait. "Have you-? I mean-." He turned to face me and the worry etched on my face must have told him what I was trying to ask.

"Have I carried out the consequences of your actions today?" Sinking a little below the covers I held before me as though they were a shield I nodded. Wanting to know, but at the same time unsure of whether that was true. "I haven't." I stopped breathing for a few long moments.

"Will you?"

"I haven't yet decided."What did that mean? Was there much to consider? "If I can help it I don't act irreparably when angered." I nodded again. Maybe once he considered everything when his mind calmed there would be no need to kill anyone.

"Which you still are."

"I still am." Klaus agreed and stepped towards me. Wether it was his intention to be menacing in his approach or not, I wasn't sure. But he was and I shifted across the bed a little away from him. "But I think. You can help me ease some of the tension my mood procures."

"Me?" I enquired, clueless. That is, until I took notice of how he was looking at me. "You're not suggesting we-. I'm still recovering," I pointed out quickly. He'd told me to rest up after all. There was still a great amount of stiffness and bruising in my body.

"Are you denying me?" He snarled angrily. Klaus had the bed covers flicked away and my back pinned to the bed in an instant. The mattress beneath us bouncing. Turning my head to the side and shutting my eyes I shook. Terrified he was going to hit me again. His lips found my neck and sucked hard, before travelling down until his mouth met with my collar bone. "Didn't think so." Came his guttural murmur as I whimpered when one of his hands found my left breast and squeezed much to firmly. "Mmm." This is a nice surprise.

"There weren't any clothes." I mumbled simply. Resisting but not struggling as he parted the robe completely and pushed my legs apart to lie on top of me. "Can't you wait till I've healed? Please?" Without supporting himself at all he shifted this way and that, squishing me as he took off his shirt and undid his pants. "Please Klaus. Please." I implored raising my hands to palm the sides of his face. "Not right now." Freeing himself before aligning with my completely unprepared entrance he roughly pushing himself inside until his length was half submerged within me. "No! Don't." I choked out. My hands slipping to his upper arms and squeezing as I tensed in response. Despite the small miracle of his minimal amount of restraint, I moaned in pain through the splitting sensation.

"Don't make the mistake of thinking you have any say in anything Elena. I'm very near to deciding to do nothing affecting your family in reward for your role this morning in general. Your shortcomings aside. You won't want to jeopardise my kindness, now." I looked up at him open mouthed for a moment before flinging my arms around his neck and pulling myself up against him. Hugging him tightly my head against the left of his I whispered thank you over and over again. "If you don't mind." He spoke lowly.

"Oh." I began, sounding a little embarrassed as I eased back against the mattress. Lifting my thighs up around his hips to wrap my legs around him. "There." I said smiling sexily. May as well make the effort.

"No." He growled and pushed my legs down. "We are not sharing something. I am going to fuck you Elena, in any way I like and I can guarantee you're not going to like it. Nor be a willing participant before I'm even halfway through with you." His eyes darkened and veins appeared around them. Working himself in more and more I watched him warily, frustration more evident on his face than his pleasure. I didn't understand. I'd been good, obliging even. It was what he wanted.

"But-." Klaus withdrew a little way before slamming back into me. Crying out I arced off the bed. Nearly shooting myself out from beneath him in response to the tearing within me. "Stop! Stop." I begged and pleaded. Groaning when Klaus began continuing his forceful thrusts which became more and more erratic. My cries alternated with screams according to how fierce Klaus' invasions were. As time ticked on my voice became hoarse and my whole lower abdomen ached. It felt like my inner female anatomy was a blackboard, which Klaus was running his finger nails down in agonising tremors. Panting through the torture I screwed up my face when he bit into me multiple times. Tears fell freely until they all but dried up and finally, finally Klaus stilled within me. Coating my insides with his seed as he grunted and moaned in completion. Baring his teeth in a fierce dog-like manner before collapsing down on me and kissing me where my carotid artery went up beneath my jaw. Finally.

After a few minutes he withdrew himself. To which I gasped and moaned as I rolled away from him once he was clear of my body. Slowly curling up in a ball I concentrated on breathing. God I hurt. I flinched when Klaus suddenly put his hand on the raised side of my waist, before shuffling further away from him.

"I'm surprised you can move love. Such a tough cookie. Yet soft in all the right places." Came his cocky drawl from behind me while his hand roamed my waist. Monster. I don't know what possessed me, but I slowly moved closer to the edge. Pausing to breathe I closed my eyes before tipping sideways off the bed and landing on the hard floor. It did nothing to make my body feel any better. But the extra distance it provided from Klaus was absolutely worth it. "I love it when you act on desperation." He stated as I miserably balled myself again. Holding my stomach for comfort. "I'll give you five minutes and then you'll need to be back in this bed. I'm not finished with you yet."

It was a couple of hours later when Klaus was finally content. I only wished I had the strength to move away from him. As if in response to that desire Klaus turned on his side to face me and manoeuvred me to oppose him before draping his leg over me possessively. His arm wound around my waist and upwards so that his hand stopped between my shoulder blades before he pulled me against his chest. Resulting in my face nestling against his collar bone as his jaw encapsulated the top of my head. Forcing me to inhale his heady male scent and taste the salty sweat of his body when I licked my dry lips. Stroking the skin on my back Klaus cooed and soothed me with adoring words complimenting how beautiful I was, how sexy, good and desirable. How he'd spend every moment with me when time permitted it. Murmurs of how deliciously I opposed him gave way to silence once his breathing had evened out. Having no choice but to lie as I was with him I tried to relax. There was no telling how long he was going to keep me close.

Time passed and I remained in Klaus' embrace. He seemed quite happy to lie this way for ever. A while after his hand finished stroking my back I tested some movement. With gritted teeth I slowly wriggled myself back from Klaus' chest to make a gap of a about ten centre-metres. Straightening my body I raised my head sideways off the bed and backwards, bringing our faces level when I rested mine on the pillow for what was meant to be just a moment, while I removed his arm from me. But his face stopped me. Eyes closed, face peaceful, he looked almost angelic. It was such a contrast to how evil he could be, like a short time earlier. Everything about him seemed calm and warm. He seemed personable, just by being in his current state. Awed I watched, searched and pondered, getting caught up in how his uncontrolled features belied how he lived his life. Anyone seeing him right now wouldn't believe how cruel a smirk his face could form. How fierce it could appear. Right now he was so human, beautiful. His eyes opened and moisture I thought I'd purged from my body, squeezed a tear from my eye closest the bed. Caught up in Klaus gaze I was none the wiser as it fell down to meet the pillow. There was no violence in the blue orbs before me, just peaceful surveillance and lazy comfort. Our eyes remained connected for an age until I broke mine away by closing my eyes and dipping my head slightly towards my chest. A soft sensation brushed across my forehead then. Picking up hairs in the process, before directing them behind my exposed ear.

Klaus then shifted toward me so that the bridges of our noses met each others and I opened my eyes to find his again. I didn't understand. Simply couldn't. The lack of knowledge was thick and heavy. Dragging me down and swallowing me up. Had I done something terribly wrong that required the punishment I'd just endured? It was human nature to learn from one's mistakes. I'd certainly learned from the ones I'd made since coming into Klaus' possession. But I wasn't aware of what I'd done to deserve the reprimanding I'd received. Any other time he'd told me at some point. Not to mention I knew for certain that whatever I may have done didn't measure up to the punishment given. His whole demeanour was split. He'd been so harsh and then nurturing. Becoming so affectionate like when we'd had sex in the bathroom the night before. Though more intensified, he'd acted the same way after he'd raped me in front of Elijah. Don't you dare think about him. At any point I acted as he wanted me to and situations became all too intimate between us, he treated me tenderly. I felt treasured. But why did it come at such a cost? If he could be this nice. This warm and sweet, why not just be this way all the time? Why did I have to earn the niceties? Especially when I'd been doing my best.

"Why?" I whispered. "Why did you have to do that? Treat me like you did. Haven't I been good enough? I try Klaus I do. I don't understand." I almost begged to be enlightened, my lips nearly brushing against his as I made myself stay exactly where he seemed to want me. Even as I tensed with fear when he put his arm over my waist again and sighed. He didn't avoid me with his eyes and they didn't lose any of their warmth.

"You didn't do anything in particular my love." My love? That's a change from the patronisingly simple love he usually used. My love, was different. My love reminded me of Elijah and my heart twinged in his absence. Stop that. "This was about me. I needed something. Which you were the most appropriate to give. I'm not sorry and I feel better for it. Don't think so hard on this evening. It's as simple as you grounding me again. I wanted to ease my mood from today's, events.." He kissed my lips softly with closed eyes before falling silent.

"But that was cruel."

"That's hardly surprising. For one such as myself, wouldn't you say?" My emotions were making my thought processes difficult as I tried grasping at the unjust way I'd been treated. But it wasn't so much the wrongness in what I'd had forced upon me that had me so conflicted. It was Klaus' extreme change in mood.

"Your particular tendencies for violence aside, I still don't understand. Any other time you want me to enjoy your ministrations, whether against my will or not." I nearly choked out as my throat tightened in my confusion and fatigue.

"Like I said. You weren't being punished just now. I needed a release of tension. Some people run. I decided to fuck." He explained simply. Like he'd given the same answer many times and knew it off-by-heart. Even his use of the word fuck was off. Like he didn't want to associate what he'd just done with his sexual prowess. As if it hadn't taken any skill nor did he want to take any credit for it. Which seemed so unlike Klaus. He was arrogant and boastful ordinarily.

"That's not what I mean." Came my barely audible response following a few long seconds of only my own and Klaus' breathing. "You didn't want me to have sex with you like normal. But most of all you were so horrid and now you're all nice and sweet. Stop playing games with me!" I nearly cried before trying to wriggle from him without even deciding to.

"Elena." He whispered and opened his eyes. His soft, gentle caring eyes. I flinched and stilled as he brought a hand up to stroke my face to which he sighed. "I wish I hadn't done that." He reflected on smacking me across the face. His tone actually inflected with remorse. As Klaus stroked my cheek I relented my cringing response to his movement. "Nothing is as beautiful as when you are bent to my will. Nothing. You're like an art-form. Moulded beneath my hands. I'm sorry for taking my anger out on you. But regardless I can't help but bask in how beautiful I find you right now." What? He was playing me for a fool, surely.

"I said stop playing games!" I croaked out. He couldn't be sorry. This was Klaus. After all he'd just said he wasn't sorry for getting his release of tension from me, and now he'd said the opposite. Yet he seemed so genuine.

"I'm not playing games. I mean what I'm saying." Violently shaking my head I repeated "no" over and over again like a chant. "Elena. Listen to what I'm telling you. I am sorry. I can be selfish and controlling. Sometimes it gets the better of me when my temper flares. That's all this evening was."

"It's not all this evening was. You can't be sorry, or nice. It's fake and twisted. You're not capable of how you're acting now."

"But obviously I am. You're witnessing it." I frowned at him trying to process just a thread of understanding amongst all the confusion boiling within me. "I'm not a complete monster Elena." He finished and gently held me against him.