Fairytale Ending

by adlyb

Disclaimer: I own nothing except these words.

Summary: Klaus takes his girl and his hybrid and gets out of that one pony town.

Spoilers: Through 3x05, The Reckoning

Rating: R

Warnings: Extremely dubious consent verging on non-con/ Miscarriage / Hostage situation/explicit violence and torture/gratuitous angst/ potential character death


They stay in bed together all the next day. And—it's good. It's more than good.

But sex has never been their problem.

Their problem is in everything else.


"So you've forgiven her."

Elena glances back at Klaus, who has materialized by her side as she wanders the grounds. She had been so lost in her thoughts, so inured to the suffocating gravity of his proximity, that she had not noticed his approach until he had spoken.

At some point, the sun has crept low over the mountains. It had been unusually clear and sunny when she'd slipped out of Rebekah's bed to set out on her own. Now, the low angle of the sun paints everything in shades of bloody red wherever its light touches. Where the light does not reach, deep shadows gather, obscuring everything within them.

Dead underbrush crackles under their boots as they walk side by side.

"I've forgiven worse," she murmurs, voice nearly lost to the howl of the winter wind. She knows he hears her anyway. Cannot look at him as she says it.

Not that it matters. He does not acknowledge her statement—her confession—whatsoever.

Does that hurt, that he merely barrels onward, intent upon his own agenda? She cannot tell.

"You'll be a vampire within a year's turn if you continue on with her like this," he warns her.

She opens her mouth to deny it, but the words lodge in her throat.

She doesn't realize how little faith she has in Rebekah until this moment, when Klaus's compulsion to always tell him the truth makes it impossible for her to lie to him, or, more distressingly, to herself.

We're starting over, she tells herself. We're going to be just fine. More than fine.

We're going to be absolutely perfect.

"That's a risk I'll have to take," she says instead.

At his frown, she adds, "Don't worry, I'm not trying to haunt your steps forever."

"Only Rebekah's," he returns, sharp as a blade.

His tone sends fire all through her veins. "And so what if I did? What would you do about it?"

Klaus whirls to face her. Clenches her face between his fingers and tilts her head back, the better to examine her, as though she is nothing more than a prized animal. "I'd tear you apart," he promises her, voice gone cold and terrible with pitiless resolve.

A chill runs down her spine, dousing any fire she'd had burning within her a moment ago.

She cannot believe she kissed him only last night. Cannot believe she allowed him to touch her like that ever again.

He must truly hate her. That some part of him still lusts for her body doesn't change that, any more than the fact that he sometimes finds her useful. It's plain to her that he really would rather see her dead than allow her to find any sort of happiness outside of the strict boundaries he has set for her. The fact that she and Rebekah had fallen in love is a chink in her otherwise pristinely constructed prison. A circumstance he could neither predict nor prevent. How that must eat at him, that there are options for her future that he cannot entirely control. That he cannot just get rid of her so long as he needs her blood. Never mind that she has not changed her mind about wanting to turn.

(Never mind, never mind.)

She'd been an idiot to ever think they could be friends.

Elena swallows down her fear. Her fear, and the other, uglier feeling she would prefer to pretend doesn't exist. She grits her teeth against the pressure of Klaus's fingers clamping down on her face. Against the stinging in her eyes. The ringing in her ears. "I don't want to be a vampire, but I'm not going to give up the only love I have, either."

His grip tightens. He could smash through the bones of her face as easily as tearing through a piece of tissue paper.

"My sister may warm your bed, but you belong to me. Your life, your death, and every moment before, after, and in between. All of them are mine. Are we clear?"

"So kill me then." She grips his hands and pushes them harder against her face. Daring him. "You'll have to if you want me to leave Rebekah. I'd rather die than live alone ever again."

Let him remember that she is dangerous too, in her own way.

Klaus drops her like he's touched lightning.

Suddenly unbalanced, she lands hard on her rear. Glares up at him from the ground.

Klaus towers over her. Very quietly, he tells her, "I would seek you even in your death, Elena."

An instant later, he is gone.


Slowly, she brushes herself off. Gets to her feet.

Finishes her walk.


It's only later that she realizes her compulsion to live never triggered, not even once, during that entire exchange.

Not even by so much as a whisper.


So long as she is human, Klaus will never kill her.

He'll keep her imprisoned, on his leash, and that will be that.


She digs the heels of her hands into her eyes and screams.


"Blustery day?" Rebekah asks her when she returns.

"What?"

"You just look—" She gestures vaguely in Elena's direction. "—tousled."

"Yep. Windy day."

"We never go walking together."

"We do other things together."

"Yes but—maybe we should. You love it so. I want to be a part of the things that you love."

Exhausted, Elena flings herself back on the bed. "Compel me to invite you next time, then." She means it as a joke, except for all the ways that she doesn't.

Rebekah hesitates at the foot of the bed. Touches her leg.

Even through a layer of thick denim, she can feel the heat of her radiating through her palm.

Elena turns. Opens herself to Rebekah. Waits.

Rebekah climbs onto the bed but does not join her, instead hovering over her, watching her with an uncertain frown on her face. "I want your walks to be with me."

Elena pushes the shoulder-length blonde strands of Rebekah's hair, almost golden in the lamplight, off of her face. "Okay."

Rebekah stares for a long, long moment. "I want to consume you."

"We have dinner soon. Won't you be missed?"

A determined pause. "Not by anyone who matters."

It's the best answer she could hope for. Really, it is.

Elena offers her her throat.


They make a mess of each other, of the room. Make up sex without either of them ever quite truly admitting what she had done wrong. They fall off the bed, breaking the lamp and end table and dropping them into a chill blue darkness that feels as eerie as it does intimate. Rebekah grows more urgent as the evening progresses into night, leaving bites on Elena's throat, the undersides of her breasts, the tender flesh at the dip of her waist. For her part, Elena tears at Rebekah's mouth with her blunt teeth, ignoring the uncomfortable fissure of alarm she feels when she tastes the trickle of her lover's blood at the back of her throat. The taste of it puts her in mind of her mad dash through the witches' compound all those years ago. Like being trapped and beyond hope and finally, when Rebekah scissors her fingers inside of her and finds just the right place to press, just the right pace to thrust, almost like triumph.

She is so close.

She can taste it in the tang coating her tongue. In the way her legs tremble.

So close.

Her eyes roll, searching in the dark, trying to make out Rebekah's face, hovering over hers in the dark, the shape of the room beyond them.

Something on the other side of the room snags her attention. Makes her heart seize.

One of those shadows is deeper than the rest.

A thrill rolls through her. Memory and fantasy coalesce.

Yes—this could almost be—

The floor lamp near the door clicks on, and Elena finds herself locking eyes with Klaus.

Her orgasm rips through her with all of the mercy of an avalanche.

Above her, Rebekah freezes.

Elena is still staring at Klaus, at his perfectly still and inscrutable face, as he watches her in turn.

He looks away first.

"Get up," Klaus orders from the door, tossing a shirt at Rebekah, who catches it without looking.

She buries her face against Elena's shoulders and growls. "A bit busy, Nick." Her fingers are still pumping inside of her, her thumb grazing carelessly against her clit every now and then with just enough friction to make Elena jolt and twitch every time it happens.

Oh God. She's going to come again.

This is so embarrassing.

She wraps her legs tighter around Rebekah's hips, drawing her down flush against her. Hiding beneath her.

In response, Rebekah snarls against her, her fangs pricking at her collarbone.

Helplessly, Elena's gaze slides back over to Klaus.

He's watching her again.

She hardly dares to breath under his regard.

Oh no.

She can feel herself starting to quiver, even as she focuses fiercely on calming herself—

Fuck.

"Your work looks complete to me," Klaus notes with clinical finality as he watches her pant and quiver. "Come along."

He opens the door and strides through, into the rooms beyond.

Sighing, Rebekah withdraws and shakes Elena off of her, casting her an apologetic shrug before pulling her shirt over her head and following her brother out the door.

Elena follows them as though in a dream.

"You're kidding," she hears Rebekah protest from where they are paused in the broad hall outside her rooms. They've left the door open. Neither of them seem to realize she's standing just inside, only a few feet away. "I can't possibly!"

"You can and you will."

"Let me bring Elena."

"Out of the question."

"We've had a row. What will she think if I leave her behind now?"

"You're leaving?" Elena breaks in.

Both of them snap their heads to look at her.

She shivers. Realizes she is standing naked before them, covered in sweat and blood and the sticky tack of desire.

"Only for a little while," Rebekah immediately reassures her. "You'll hardly notice we're gone."

So much for fighting to stay with her.

"What are you going to be doing?"

"That's none of your concern," Klaus tells her.

"Hunting werewolves, or more family politics?" she presses. "Or maybe there's a witch coven to antagonize? Someone new to ritually sacrifice?" She can't keep the bitterness from seeping into her voice. Hates how petulant she sounds, even to her own ears.

Klaus merely smiles, and it does not suit his face at all.

"Nick has informed me of some urgent business for which he needs my help," Rebekah explains without really explaining anything. She reaches out to run a soothing hand down her arm, and it's not fair how much just that one simple gesture can dampen her frustration. "We're to leave immediately."

Elena deflates. "Just like that? You're leaving me just like that?"

"Dear old Stefan will be here," Klaus supplies, ever so helpfully.

"Oh. Wonderful."

He cocks his head. "Is there a problem with that?"

She could tell him yes. Find out if Klaus would be willing to mete out any punishment for the way Stefan has treated her lately.

Or—who knows after the unfortunate conversation they had earlier. Maybe he would reward him.

Part of her wants to find out.

Part of her remembers: It's you and me, Stefan.

Even now, she cannot bring herself to ever betray him.

"Of course not."

He nods, and turns to leave.

She watches him walk away. Feels the ebb of their connection waning.

Once again, he had not bothered to so much as say goodbye.

Rebekah catches her attention with a finger under her chin.

"I'll miss you," she breathes, before pressing a fervent kiss against her lips. "Every moment, I'll think of you and miss you and wish to be in your arms again."

Elena opens her mouth to reply. Cannot find the words, except—

"Come back to me."

Rebekah lets her go. "Always."


In that moment, it feels like both a promise and a premonition.


A/N: Thank you everyone for reading and for your gorgeous comments these past few weeks! I have THRIVED on this engagement xoxo

For anyone wondering why this update is so short and where some of the content I suggested would be in this chapter is: the short answer is that I was not able to take the writing days I had planned last week, and am rather busy for the next few weeks, so I had a choice either to update now with this portion or wait until end of October. For the sake of keeping this momentum/trying to update every calendar month, I thought everyone would prefer a short update to no update at all! So, hope y'all enjoyed!