[A/N: AH, Feels good to be in the creative swing of things no? Hope you're ready for the craziness to follow. I'm so sorry I've neglected this story… Sometimes the words are so difficult to find.

Responses to reviews:

To Heather; there is an expectation that naturally Klaus will try to ruin things. So assumedly, YES.

To Booklover457: that is the aim of the novel, as vampire stories tend to go.]

Rebekah thought about Katherine while she lay there. About the way she was always such a pain in the ass. She tried to imagine the way her current relationship would be, if perhaps she had fallen in love with her instead of Elena. Then again… Katherine was such an annoyance- and so even the idea made her cringe inwardly. She felt nothing close to admiration for Katherine, admittedly, there was an attraction- but she still hated her. She knew it deep down that rarely feelings of such caliber went hand in hand with each other but it was undoubtedly necessary for this relationship. She understood the deep stability of hatred- not only did Katherine need it but deep down she was sure that she needed it as well.

She thought about every interaction they had since Rebekah had turned her all those years ago. She could feel the way the tension hung in the air between them, thick enough to be cut with a plastic butter knife. And that's what worried her, what was their deal? Why was every interaction between them bridled with sexual energy- but not like an "attraction" sexual energy but more like a sexual energy based on hatred.

She couldn't quite reason it out in her head. What made her so drawn to this woman? No- these women? One she was attracted to beyond what should be allowed, and the other… Well the other she hated. Perhaps that was why she suddenly felt so confused about the nature of her relationship with Katherine; because now she had Elena who was her spitting image who she couldn't seem to get enough of.

She thought about all the ways that Katherine had tried to ruin her life… admittedly she had also done her own fair share back, but that was beside the point. Katherine had it coming to her. Their entire lives were one revenge after another, thinking about this she let the anger boil up inside her. She thought about Katherine, about hating her, and wanting her dead. She let that anger reach the precipice, and then she imagined Elena. She tried to associate her hatred of Katherine with Elena. But the anger she had mustered melted away when she remembered the way Elena's lips had met hers so beautifully that night.

That was the one of many ways that she was different, and better, than Katherine. Elena could give herself to someone; she could trust- she could love. Perhaps that was due to her human naivety; but it was still a quality that Katherine did not possess. Come to think of it, it was something that Katherine never possessed even as a human being. The thought made Rebekah's heart swell with pride. The girl she longed for was better than her enemy.

She thought about it for a moment… was that her only standard? That her sexual conquests were better than Katherine? No… That couldn't be it. There had to be more. She was attracted to Elena before she even knew anything about her. She thought about it again… Every 'person' that she'd slept with had been their own brand of interesting… But none of them compared to Elena and she hadn't even slept with her yet. Elena was different. She was somehow more than the others. She held something below her surface- perhaps it was the ability to destroy them all.

Then it dawned on her. The reason she was so desperately attracted to Elena was because every opportunity to become like Katherine, to behave like Katherine would- Elena chose the opposite. Where Katherine's life had been full of pain, so had Elena's. And yet Katherine chose to become evil and vindictive and full of hatred and vengeance; while Elena chose her life, and her remaining family, and friends, and happiness and love and goodness.

How was it that two people who looked exactly alike could be so very different? It was almost like Katherine was Elena's evil twin. An evil twin born thousands of years in advance, but still- the point remained. There was darkness inside of Katherine; a stalemate that made it exceptionally surprising that Elena was nothing like her.

Elena… Her mind kept drifting back there no matter how hard she pulled away from it; and she pulled hard. It was like a little Elena tree had planted itself in her mind and she was powerless to uproot it. It was a slow torture, watching the sunrise with one singular thought on her mind…

If it came down to it, could she allow herself to fall in love with Elena Gilbert? Could she do more than just say the words, but feel the emotion itself? Could she indulge the tiny amount of her humanity that lingered in her stale blood? Could she let herself become vulnerable, could she risk that for Elena? Would it be worth it? She thought for a moment before letting out a deep breath that she hadn't realized she was holding and her answer escaped her lips along with it.

Yes. Yes, she was entirely sure that she could love Elena Gilbert, and she was entirely sure that the experience would be worth it. Whether or not she got her heart broken was of little consequence to her as she got up and picked up what clothes she would wear, and made her way to the washroom. She turned on the shower tap and waited a few moments as the water heated up before stepping into it.

Her blonde tresses were quickly wetted down, sticking to her shoulder blades and back. She ran her fingers through it, imagining that they were Elena's. It felt good to her. No. Better than good, the feeling sent shivers down her back and deep into her stomach. She shampooed her hair, and rinsed it out. She hated the feeling of her clean hair… It felt dead; it felt exactly how it was supposed to… Dead like she was.

She put conditioner in it to counter the drying effects of the shampoo and waited, allowing her hair to soak up the moisturizing nutrients. She used this time to soap her body, making sure to get all of her crevices clean. Once she was sure that she had rinsed all of the soapy lather from her body, she rinsed her hair of the silky conditioner. She let a small smile spread across her lips as her hair felt rejuvenated and healthy.

She promptly turned the tap off and stepped out of the shower. She stared at herself in the mirror, examining the small flaws, which she was doomed with for eternity. And she wondered how anyone could love her, let alone Elena. She walked back to her bedroom naked, not really worried about the water that puddled on the linoleum of her washroom. She sat on her bed, and pulled her bra straps over her shoulders and did it up. She hated the thing, but she had to admit that her breasts looked wonderful perched in it. Her shirt was on, and she was pulling her jeans over her knees when her phone rang.

She looked over to where it was sitting on her dresser across the room. She pulled her pants on all the way without doing them up and walked to the dresser. She turned the screen to face her, and let a small giggle escape her lips as she saw some adorably stupid message from Elena. Her hand instinctively reached up to her mouth to contain her shock as a realization set in.

Elena was going to be the death of her, and she wasn't even mildly upset by the thought.