Hello, my lovely readers. This chapter is about Elijah, the scariest guy at MF high. I also wanted to assure readers that Delena and Klaroline are still a pivotal part of this story. Each little story is part of a bigger story that will bring these two couples and many more together. You'll just have to trust me on that. On with the show…

Chapter 5: In a Rage

Idiots. The world was full of blasted idiots and Elijah Mikaelson could care less if the planet blew up. Smiling at the thought, he laid underneath the bleachers of his bloody school. It was not the best day of Elijah's life. He had walked into the kitchen to get a slice of toast before school to find his parents, naked and sweaty. His brothers, Klaus and Kol, had been discussing some kind of bloody dance and who they were going to take. When Elijah suggested they go together, they had been less than polite. Bekah was the only one he could tolerate.

Unfortunately for Elijah, Bekah was in detention so he was stuck entertaining himself. "Blasted place," he groaned. It did not help matters that one of his only friends, Tom Salvatore, was on the run because the cops of this sorry town believed he had attempted to kill his girlfriend.

Speaking of girlfriends, there were two women that were at the top of Elijah's hate list" Sage, his idiot brother Finn's, steady and his own folly with the captivating, Katherine Gilbert, who had ripped his heart out. Elijah found it amusing that Sage was the head of the chastity club when he knew from personal experience that she was not as pristine as she appeared. Of course that was before Finn had taken up with her. Katherine was a completely different story. Elijah had been in love with her until he walked in on her with Jules and her best friend, Brady.

Thinking about the incident still made Elijah nauseous. She had been high or drunk. He had not been sure. All that Elijah had been sure of was how she had lifted her head from the bed with a wide smile and glittering eyes. "Hi, Lijah," she had called and then laughed when Elijah had stood, his feet frozen in place as his eyes took in the twist of limbs. "Want to join us?"

Those were the words that had echoed through Elijah's ears since their last day of freshman year. He had since heard rumors that Jules had outed herself and that Katerina was her sometimes paramour. His stomach twisted at the images that floated through his head. After that day he had donned a different personality. One that would be so toxic that no woman in her right mind would dare to approach him. He did not want to love or to be loved. He already knew how the story played itself out.

"Hey, Elijah," a girl called as she crouched to look at Elijah. He twisted his head to look up at her. His eyebrows rose as he looked at the newly blonde locks of the girl. "What are you doing down here?" the girl asked as she crawled toward him in a light pink skirt and white top.

"What did you do to your hair?" Elijah questioned her. He could not believe that Genevieve had dyed her hair. "Do you want to fit in with the other Bobble Heads?" he snapped as she came to sit beside him and Genevieve frowned.

"Rebekah's blonde," she protested. "And all of the bobble heads, as you call them, have dark hair." Fingering a lock, she looked disappointed, "I thought you would like it. But I can change it back."

"Why would you think I would like it if you changed something that was natural to you?" Elijah demanded, narrowing his eyes at Genevieve who squirmed uncomfortably.

"I just thought that you hated red heads," she said quietly and then stared at her hands.

"What would make you think that?" Elijah inquired: then it dawned on him. His last conversation with Genevieve had involved denouncing Sage as a hypocrite. "Look at her bloody hair," he had said. "Do you think that a woman who was not trying to attract attention would dye her hair that color?" He had been in a rage and it had nothing to do with Sage's hair. He was simply tired of her appearing at his house and preaching the horrors of sexual intercourse outside of marriage.

"I was angry, Gen," Elijah said quietly. He was still not sure why the girl wanted to be his friend but he could not seem to completely drive her away. Although it would be more than likely to be in her best interest if he scared her off. "You're going to make a mess of your clothing," he muttered before moving to crawl out from underneath the bleachers.

Holding out a hand, Elijah narrowed his eyes at the green stains on Genevieve's clothes that would likely match the stains on his own. 'Damn,' he thought. Walking back toward the school, he entered it by flinging the double doors open and striding forward with Genevieve close behind him. Glaring at anyone who dared to make eye contact, Elijah sneered when he saw Kol with one of the horrid Gilbert triplets. By the way she was dressed he believed it was Amara.

Walking past the pair without a word, Elijah noticed Jules talking to Mason Lockwood and Jenna Sommers. When they made eye contact, the girl flinched but continued to watch him warily. He smiled back at her without a hint of humor. He did not hate the girl but he could not help the anger that filled his veins and caused his hands to ball into fists. If she were a man, he probably would have fought he as her did with her friend, Brady. Sent the boy to the hospital with a concussion which did nothing to alleviate his feelings of being betrayed.

Moving past the trio, Elijah stopped in front of the room that his sister was imprisoned inside. Seeing his sister, he felt irritated. Who came up with this ridiculous system? Detention did not lessen a teen's need to act out. In fact, it even caused them to rage against the system more.

Looking at the school monitor, Elijah weighed his options. He could have Genevieve go in and flash the man but he did that last year. The poor fellow who had been the monitor ended up having a heart attack. This one looked young and healthy though.

When he started to turn to Genevieve, his gaze stopped on a miserable looking girl toward the back of the room. Her hair was not in its usual gravity defying ponytail and her makeup did not look spotless. And if looks could kill. Oh, this was delicious. Hayley Marshall, Queen of the Bobble Heads, was serving detention. Oh, yes, this was a grand day indeed, Elijah thought with a chuckle as he turned to Genevieve.

"Give me your phone," Elijah ordered Genevieve, who looked confused but obeyed him.

"What do you need my phone for?" Genevieve asked as Elijah opened the video app.

Ignoring his friend momentarily, Elijah grinned at the screen. "Hello, M F High. This is Elijah Mikaelson speaking. I have some very disturbing news to report to you today. As you well know, Hayley Marshall is our pride and joy. Who cannot remember the many times that she has stood atop a pair of girls' shoulders and waved her arms to the roar of cheers? Nor, can we forget her amazing desire to become Miss Mystic Falls, Homecoming Queen and Prom Queen. And all of the home baked goods that her parents can afford to force a woman who does not speak English and is paid less than two dollars an hour to bake for you as bribe for you to vote for her. But how well do you know Hayley Marshall? As I speak, I stand outside a detention hall where one Hayley Marshall has been spending the last hour. For further proof, I shall show you the sad sight."

Pointing the camera at the window, Elijah grinned when Hayley looked up. She did not disappoint Elijah by wrinkling up her features in confusion but she did not look very angry. He would have to change that. "Genevieve, may I have your lipstick," Elijah asked, taking the tube, he placed it to the glass and wrote. "Suck…"

Hayley's face turned red as she read the word on the glass in bright red. Elijah leaned forward and began to wiggle his tongue at her in a manner that made her face turn several shades redder and Elijah held up the camera as Hayley rushed toward the door. "Snarl for me, Queen Bobble Head," Elijah cried as Hayley yanked the door open and moved toward him, her teeth bared in a low growl.

"Alright, Mikaelson," the monitor called from his seat at the desk. "You'll be joining Miss Marshall in this room all of next week."

"That's not fair! I didn't do anything!" Hayley shouted and then her shoulders slumped.

"See you later," Elijah called, waving his hand as he closed the door.

Playing the tape back, Elijah began to laugh as he watched it. He planned on using it at the right moment that would make the Queen's life miserable. "Why did you do that?" Genevieve asked. "I thought that you wanted to get Bekah out of there."

Elijah nodded. "I did. But this will be more satisfying in the long run. Trust me. Now, don't you have a chastity meeting to get to?" Genevieve was going undercover to destroy the bloody, stupid club. He was hoping that she could seduce Jeremy Gilbert. He was Sage's prized minion. Second only to Lexi Branson and he did not believe that Genevieve would be able to seduce Lexi. Although he had been considering going after the little Puritan, Branson, himself he could not. He simply did not want to become that close to anyone, for any reason even if it were for the greater good.

"Yes," Genevieve said with a sigh.

"Good girl," Elijah said with a nod and handed Genevieve her phone back. Walking past the art room, he noticed a girl sitting by herself painting a dark sky with thunder clouds coming in from every direction. He was almost sure that she was the youngster who he caught spying on him in his house. She was working with Klaus on some project. Gifted child, pretty, and it looked like she was quite unhappy. 'A kindred soul,' Elijah thought with a smirk. He did not want to disturb the girl so he walked past the room and continued on his way.

Moving along past a row of empty lockers, Elijah began to whistle. He preferred it when there was no one around. Then he could think. Pulling out his knife from his boot, he started his work. Opening Elena Gilbert's locker, he found an interesting mix of pills in a Zip Lock bag. Musing at the colorful capsules, Elijah pocketed them and moved onto the next locker of interest. Swinging the locker open, he found Silas Salvatore's photo collection with his ex-girlfriend, Amara. Sighing, Elijah shook his head before tearing the photos out. He was doing the boy a favor. Moving down the row, he tapped on the next locker before jerking it open with the knife. Picking up a copy of Gulliver's Travels, he pulled out the tips from Enzo's job. "Thank you, mate," he said.

Smiling, as he pocketed the cash, Elijah moved along the locker bay until he found Hayley's locker. "What secrets do you keep in here, my dear?" he inquired while working the door open. He had watched the girl unlock it enough that he did not need his knife which he placed back inside his boot. Looking at the photos with her fellow cheerleaders and various athletes including his brother, Klaus, Elijah made a gagging noise, finding a leather bound book, he picked it up.

Grinning when he opened the book to find that it was her journal, he closed the door. Striding down the hall, Elijah began to whistle until he got to the music room and entered. Hopping atop the piano, he laid down and propped himself up on his elbow, "Dear, Journal. This in my sixteenth birthday and my mom bought me a journal. My dad bought me a Ferrari. Typical." Rolling his eyes, Elijah yawned as he began to skim through the work of another poor, little, rich girl.

When he spotted his name, he smiled. Ah, he had made the cut. He would hate to think that he made no impression at all. "Elijah Mikaelson is a sad, confused young man." Elijah began to laugh but continued to read. "I almost feel sorry for him. If my boyfriend cheated on me with not one, but two people, and the entire school knew about it, then I would be messed up, too. But I don't feel sorry for Elijah because he's so afraid of being hurt that he does everything he can to hurt everyone else around him. He's a coward, who's too afraid to live. Just get over it already."

"Little bitch," Elijah snarled as he hopped off the piano and then shoved the journal under his shirt and into his pants.

Striding down the hallway, Elijah was too immersed in revenge fantasies to hear anyone else in the corridor. "What in the hell is wrong with you?" Elijah heard a female yell at him. Smiling bitterly, he turned on his heel to find the pampered princess herself headed toward him, with a look of intense hate.

"Nothing is wrong with me, Hayley," Elijah told her with a grin as he reached down and pulled out his knife. Her eyes went wide when she saw the gleam of metal and she backed away. "Oh, don't worry. This is not for you," he reassured her before he shoved the knife into the tapestry that his brother, Klaus, had helped to create for school sprit week. It was a hideous thing that implied that the student body were nothing more than a group of jabbering, fools who wished for nothing more than to make a better school year for themselves. That group did not speak for everyone.

"What is wrong with you?" Hayley gasped and Elijah rolled his eyes.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you have a problem with repeating yourself? Or is it that you've rehearsed your cheers for so long that you no longer remember what it is like to use more than the same twenty words? If so, then I can recommend a thing called a bookshop. They have these things called dictionaries. It might help if you ever plan on taking the SATs," Elijah quipped.

"I've already taken the SATs," Hayley snapped at him.

"And you need to rewind and press play once more. Well, I have heard that there are some nice community colleges in the area," Elijah informed Hayley.

"While I'll be entering NYU in the Fall of next year, I hope that you enjoy prison. I just don't think that you'll be able to convince the judge to try you as a juvenile. And I do so hope that they're not too rough on you. I'd hate to hear that you lost the only thing you've got going for you under the makeup that makes you look like a bad imitation of Richie Sambora," Hayley informed Elijah with a flip of her hair before she walked away.

Elijah could not believe that she had bested him in an argument nor that she knew who Richie Sambora was. This would not do. Now, he was more determined than ever to take the girl down. And with her journal burning a hole in his pants, he was sure he would find a way.

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Sorrybout'ya: Actually Damon and Elena have appeared in this story multiple times. As this story is unfolding they will appear with more frequency but there are a million little plots that although they may not be clearly connected to Delena's love plot they are still there.

MissJayde: Klaroline will happen in little spurts like Delena. It's all about who's chapter it and how it will effect which couple we see more of. As for Kennett. I'm actually leaning toward other pairings for Kol and Bonnie. I hope that does not make you lose interest in the story. I just wanted to try something new in this fic. No, Caroline, Elena and Bonnie were not really friends in this fic or I should say not yet. But all things are possible…

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Lavanya: I will try my best but it might take a little while in the story for us to see a lot of Klaroline. They kind of appear and disappear.

JuseaPeterson: Vikki is an interesting character to write for. Most of the time I have no idea what she will do next. Damon will find out about Ty and Vik eventually.

I know. Cami is not one of my favorites, and oddly it's not the Klaus thing. I just am not that fond of her. But I wanted to give her a chance in this fic and these are the results. Tom has been in trouble with the law before and it's just easier for them to believe that it's him. Yes, poor Davina but she'll be fine. I like the semi-friendship between Davina and Klaus. I love Klaroline.

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Jessica