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Elena

The bright light shone through the open window, waking me from my sleeping state. Rubbing my head, attempting to massage my headache away, I examine the room to find that I was no longer with Klaus in that old house, nor with Elijah in that pity hotel, but I was still in the Hotel de' France, courtesy of Klaus. I was in a large bedroom, double doors, king size bed, dresser, nightstand, lamp, closet, all the things a 'normal' room would and should have.

A letter lies on the nightstand, next to the bed, and I reach over to pick it up.

Elena,

I had to do a few things, so I'll be back in a few. If you wake up before I get

back then, I'm sorry love. I will be back as soon as I can, in the mean while, please

stay inside, I don't feel like hunting you down, again. So can you please save me the

trouble and stay put? I'll be back soon, love. Order some room service and keep out

of trouble.

-Klaus

Wow, how typical of him. I thought. Looking down, I saw that I had a long floor length night gown. I sigh and walk over to the small closet, hoping that there was some clothes in here. As I open the closet, my mouth drops to the floor. Inside was filled, top to bottom, with all sorts of dresses and shoes. Oh frigging perfect. He's going to torture me, by wearing dresses. Of ALL things it has to be DRESSES!

Examining the dresses I contemplate on whether I should or shouldn't wear a dress. If I stayed in my night gown all day he might get the wrong message. If I wear a dress he will have the satisfactory of dressing me. I sigh and grab a long floor length dress and walk into the small bathroom, which connected to the bedroom.

Pulling off the night gown, I hop in the shower, in hope to wash off the disgusting filth of Klaus and his nonsense. After calming down some, I turn the warm water off and slowly get dressed. Why should I even be here? What the hell does Klaus need me for? Where is he anyways? What the FLIP happened last night, anyways? Millions of thoughts flooded through my mind at once, and I had no idea how to sort them all out.

I open the door and walk out of the bathroom and then out of the bedroom. Standing in the living room I look off to my right to see the door standing there in plain view. Should I leave? Should I go and see if he'll try and stop me? What will happen if I try? What will happen if he catches me? What if ...What if...? After thinking this through momentarily, I quickly ran to the door and open it, flying out across the small hallway to the elevator. There I click the down button and watch as the elevator comes, slowly, to the top. After a moment or two, the elevator stops on my floor and opens; there I freeze.

"Why hello, Love. What are you doing out here?" Klaus steps out of the elevator and smiles.

"K...K...Klaus." I couldn't finish my sentence because I knew that Klaus knew exactly what I was doing.

"I would love to have this conversation, on which you lie to me about attempting to run, after I ask you not to; but there's the fact that it would draw attention by my yelling and all, and the fact that we're on a schedule." Klaus grabs my upper arms in a deathly grip as he leads me back into the room, throwing me onto the couch, and pauses. His hand rubs his chin as if he is thinking deeply and then he points to me and yells. "What were you thinking of doing, Love?" Pause.

"I-."

He throws his hands up in the air, "No, skip this whole 'nothing' shit. Why the hell are you running, when I specifically ask you, no tell you, to stay put!" Pause.

"I...Just..."

He then sits next to me on the couch, arm resting around my shoulders. His lips come to my ear, as they slightly brush across my neck. His tense posture then becomes semi-relaxed. "Not now, sweetheart. Later, I promise." Klaus then stands up and walks to the door on the opposite side of my room door, across the living room, and goes in. A moment later he returns with a duffel bag. "Come now, we haven't got all day."

I follow behind Klaus, into the elevator, scared that he may try and kill me. Well make me 'wish I was dead.' I watch around me as the elevator declines to the lobby floor and the doors open. Klaus walks to the front desk and doesn't think to look back twice. I follow him half way and then turn abruptly, running for the front doors and into the crowded streets. Trying to blend in I begin to walk away.

I turn the corner, to my right, and then begin to sprint. Where? I don't know yet. I just run until I can put enough space between me and Klaus. Minutes pass and I don't see the Hotel de' France anymore. I then retreat to a slow walk, careful not to draw to much attention, as I round yet another corner. Thinking abruptly, I quickly go into the nearest cafe and ask to use their phone. I quickly dial one of the only real number that I know.

"Hello?"

"Elijah?"

"Ah, so the lovely Elena calls he knight and shinning armor. Finally."

"Klaus." I pause. "Where's Elijah?"

"Oh, my brother's around here somewhere. No wait, he's here, with me now." Pause. "Would you like to speak with him?"

"Klaus, what-"

"Ah, ah, ah." Klaus chuckles. "Where are you, love?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." I spit out.

I could hear the anger in his voice arising now. "I wouldn't like to know, because I do know. I was rather, trying to give you a chance to cooperate."

"I wouldn't cooperate with you, ever!"

There was nothing but silence over the other end. I pause thinking I've won but knowing it was never that simple he then speaks. "Let the game begin." And the line was dead.

I knew that if Klaus really wanted to find me, he could have, and I would be by his side at this very moment. He wanted to play. He wanted to see how much he could scare me, before taking me back. I cringe at the thought and dial one more number.

"Hello?"

"Damon. I need your help. Please."

"Oh my god! Elena? Where the hell are you? What happened?" There was then yelling in the background and I could hear yelling now. I could hear Alaric yelling in the background at Damon and so forth.

"Damon, I...I...I need your help." I pause. "Please."

"Elena, we were worried sick. Stefan even went crazy. He's out looking for you, now." Pause. "Where are you? What happened?"

I pause and look around. "I'm in Vegas, I think. A cafe a few miles away from the Hotel de' France. Klaus. He...he has Elijah, he's coming for me. He's going to kill me. He's going to kill-"

"ELENA!" Damon yells. "He's not going to kill you. I promise. I'll be right there, either that or Stefan will meet you there." Pause. "Don't move. We're coming."

"He...he..."

"I love you Elena, I won't let anything happen to you."

"Damon, I-" My voice scream then was muffled by a hand.

"Elena...Elena, what's happening? Elena-"

"You should have just stayed put. I gave you your chance." Klaus' voice spoke softly in my ear. Klaus picked the phone out of my hand and began to speak. "Ah, Damon. Lovely to know that your still alive...Oh I'm afraid not...No,no, you see Elena and I have some unfinished business to attend to...It's your choice, but could you?...Goodbye Damon." He hung the phone up and looked down at my face. "Now, what are we going to do with you?"

Biting down on his hand, I could taste his blood as I spit it at his face. Klaus rapped his arms around my waist kicking and screaming, out of the cafe. Why couldn't anyone see me? Why aren't they helping? I thought. Oh, love. You have much to learn. Compulsion. Klaus chuckled, and the sunlight light up my face. Klaus dragged me across the sidewalk to a small black Mercedes sitting there.

Opening the passenger, he threw me in and slammed the door shut, walking around to the drivers seat, he opens it and gets in. Before starting the car up, Klaus reaches across the seat and kisses me, hard and possessively. He was trying to show that he 'owned' me, or in his case to show that I was his. I slap him hard, across his cheek, and watch as he pulls back in shock. I knew that he wouldn't really feel it to bad, vampire and all, but what I didn't know is that Klaus seems to hold a grudge.

Klaus reached up to feel where I had slapped him, and looked down at me. "You know that was a bad mistake right?" He asked.

I shrug my shoulders, laughing at him. "Yea, I know you are."

"Two."

I pause, looking at him with a questionable glare. "Excuse me?"

"Two times you have insulted me, and two times you will pay for it." He simply replies.

Rolling my eyes, I laugh. "Fuck you."

Klaus then chuckles, "Not now, my sweet, maybe later you can."

I look at him disgusted. "Your an ass."

"Three."