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Elena

What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with him? What can he possibly want with me other than my doppelganger blood? Isn't that all I'm good for now and days? Why do I have to be the fudgin' doppelganger? This isn't fair. Life isn't fair.

I reach for the edge of the reclining chair for support, and get to my feet. I hear nothing of Klaus in the other room, where he had retreated not too long ago. What is he doing? I slowly take small footsteps toward the room in which I woke up in this morning. A part of me wanted to go to Klaus, to see if he was alright. A part of me wanted to run out of the front door and as far away from this hell hole as possible.

Instead I take my time opening the wooden door and scuffle in. The room looks exactly the same as it had this morning. Nothing has changed. Why should it have? Was I hoping for something different? Was I hoping for Stefan and Damon to be waiting in here, to save me once again? No, I knew better than that. If Klaus didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be found.

The window in which over looks the back yard shows only the sun receding into the distance, over and past the pasture of darkened oak trees. The wooden dresser to the left shows of nothing out of place, same with the nightstand, and the desk.

A tear falls from my eye. What was I thinking? They all think I'm dead! That's all I am is dead. It's unknown to me of what had went through my mind because when I came back to, the room was a disaster. The desk as well as the nightstand was out of place; thrown across the room. I stood with a chair in my hands when another wave of anger strikes me. I force the chair across the room and it hits the wall like it's nothing.

I don't realize I'm not alone until it's too late. The bedroom door open to it's fullest, and it takes Klaus a split second to recognize the damage done to the room. Klaus races over and restrains my body against his, my arms pinned between him. His strength consumes me and I struggle among his hold, but to no use. My feet then are no longer touching the floor, but are dangling in the air, as we move to my bed. Klaus sits, and forces me to sit upon his lap, as I continue struggling against his hold.

"Bloody Hell," Klaus mumbles.

"Let. Me. Go. Klaus." I say, and then I break out into tears. "Please, let me go home."

Klaus

"You are home." I say. "Come on," I continue when she doesn't reply. "Let's get you some sleep."

She tries to refuse, but she doesn't know how to. She's frightened. Saddened. I pick her up in my arms, bridal style, and carry her out of her room and down the hall. Her heart begins to speed, and she gives a weary look. I continue down the hall, and open my door.

Elena

His room was astonishing! Almost identical to mine, but larger. His four poster bed is located to the right of the room, against the wall, over looking the large window. Like mine, his window over looked the back of the house, but got a much better view of the surroundings. His closet to the right of his bed, and dresser to the left. Nightstand next to his bed. Not to mention a large desk located right in front of the window facing the large bed. The floors looked wooden, as well as the walls. This room looked like one that you would only find in a movie.

"You can sleep in here tonight, with me, until I get the guest room fixed up." He mumbled. Walking me over to the bed, he set me down on the edge. He stood there for a moment and then realized I was still in my clothes. "Oh, pajamas or what ever you girls wear now and days!" A moment later he was gone, and then back again with a pair of shorts and a shirt.

Klaus stands there and watches me, and then see's that I haven't moved an inch. "Well…"

I don't know what to say or how to act. Why is he being so nice? What's wrong with him? A moment later he walks to the window and looks out at the horizon, in which over looks the back yard and lights. I drop the clothes and stand at the window in awe.

"Is that...? We're outside of Mystic Falls!" I turn for Klaus' bedroom door, but it takes not even three steps to be captured into his arms again.

"I will never get you." Klaus begins. "You're dead! You have a new chance to start a new life, yet you want to go back?" He chuckles.

My elbow comes back and hits his side, taking Klaus by surprise. Klaus then let his guard down for a brief moment, allowing me the time I needed to make my escape. My mind carried my feet out of his room, and toward the one in which I was in earlier. By that time, I could hear Klaus taking his time coming after me, knowing that he would have his way. I quickly bent down and grabbed the scattered wooden chair leg,and hid it under my shirt, behind my back, as if it wasn't already obvious.

Klaus then came into view. "That was not very bright, Love." He says walking in the room. I direct my feet, to move back, until I run into the opposite window and Klaus is directly in front of me. He grins and grabs for my arm, directing me to follow him.

Now! I slam the wooden stake into his side, moving it directly between his ribs. I know he is an original, and I know it wont kill him, but I do know that it will slow him down for a few milliseconds. I had approximately thirty seconds to get the hell out of his sight. Pushing Klaus aside I make my way to the living room and out the front door. Turning towards the woods, a silver Camaro in the driveway caught my eye.

I want to thank Jeremy right now, thank him for getting into trouble all these times. Thank him for teaching me how to hijack cars, and all the small things he did. I make my way inside the Camaro and immediately lock the doors and begin to match wires underneath the dash.

"Which ones?" I shout to myself.

"Elena! You can't run from me, Love." Klaus' voice was close. "I will find you."

I crouch lower underneath the dash, praying he won't see me. Still trying to match the wires, all I needed was a few more seconds.

"Elena," Klaus pauses. "Love, come out now and I'll forget all this rubbish happened."

Klaus' voice was receding now, probably toward the woods, but I didn't dare take the chance. The car then unexpectedly came to life and I jumped behind the wheel, shoving it into reverse. I could see Klaus now, looking surprised as ever, as he rushed to catch up. Then oddly enough, he just stopped chasing after me, and stood there in the driveway; looking as pissed as a hybrid could look after someone stole their car.

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