The next morning came and Elena found herself still in Klaus' bed; her eyes slowly opened to the rays of sunshine beaming through the window and she sat up slightly, remembering last night and how they came to be, she saw there kiss in her mind and instinctively touched her lips, the lips she allowed Klaus to taste.

She remembered how close and bare they where, how he made her feel and most of all, the way he looked at her, the way his eyes saw into the deepest and darkest parts of her soul. She got to experience the emotion and vulnerability within him too, a side to him she thought was long lost.

Her eyes scanned over the bed, seeing the disturbed sheets and blood stains dotted about; the pillow held the biggest piece evidence from him feeding from her, followed by the sheets holding the secret to her feeding from him.

Forcing herself to climb out of bed, she grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her before exiting the room; she quietly crept across the main suite and into her room, immediately heading into bathroom and running herself a hot shower.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, seeing the dried blood stains on her neck but no wounds to match, she had a droplet on the corner of her lip and she scanned over her entire body, not a mark on her, as if it never happened.

She stepped into the shower, a sudden sense of dread washing over her, like she had snapped out of the trance he had put on her and her mind became foggy again.

Had she really done that?

Was that truly her that spent the night with Klaus?

What was it about him that drew her to him so easily? What part of her made her enjoy it so much, to feel like for those few hours, she was understood and complete?

"Oh god," she mumbled under her breath, her hand pressed to her forehead before she switched the shower off and stepped out; getting herself ready for the day, she slipped into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a black vest top, throwing her leather jacket on and exiting the room.

She had half expected to see him sitting on the sofa, taunting her and gloating about how weak she had been the night before but to her surprise, he wasn't; she was shocked to say the least, she thought he'd never leave alone, for fear of her escape but here she was, alone.

Heading to the breakfast cart, she poured herself a mug of coffee and looked around the room, feeling uneasy about the quiet; she shook the feelings from her mind and walked slowly around the room, unsure what to do with herself, she felt as though she hadn't been alone in so long, she didn't even know what to do.

So she found herself standing at the window, nursing the coffee in her hands and gazing upon the city, the beauty it had to offer and the wickedness within it that she was sure would be the death of her. Possibly in more ways than one.

She stared for what felt like hours, taking in all that she could from the top floor of the hotel when she suddenly heard the front door open and a breeze of wind caress at the back of her neck; she took in a sharp breath when she felt him behind her, her eyes closing when he began placing small kisses along her skin.

"Good morning," he spoke in a low voice, his soft lips sending her into the same trance she was in the night before and her heart began to flutter; she was speechless for a minute, enjoying his touch, the way he slipped her jacket from her shoulder to lay more kisses on her and she sunk all over again.

"Where have you been?" She asked, slowly and reluctantly for fear he would stop caressing her.

"I had some errands to run," he offered, being vague about the details; she snapped open her eyes and spun to face him, his hands still perfectly nestled on her waist.

"We should talk," she spoke, swallowing a small lump that formed in her throat but he didn't stop kissing her and breathing her in completely, he was drawn in just as much as she was.

"So, talk, sweetheart," he just about said between kisses, barely even allowing himself the seconds it took to speak.

"About last night-"

"It was perfect," he said, once again without allowing himself to stop kissing her; the more he thought about last night, the more he wanted her all over again.

"Klaus, I'm serious," she muttered, only half demandingly, the other half was telling her to shut up and don't stop him but it was important; she felt him place his forehead on her shoulder before taking a very small step back, using his speed to take her to the sofa and sit her down beside him.

She took a deep breath, watching and trying to find the same emotion she saw last night but it was unreachable, like she could feel it within him but she couldn't see or touch it.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked, his concentration and focus tested by her beauty, as much as he wanted to listen, it was a struggle.

"Last night shouldn't have happened, Klaus," those words meant nothing to him, they bore their souls last night and connected on so many different levels, that he saw through her lies but he decided to entertain her and allow her the moral justification she needed.

"You're right, of course," he couldn't help but smirk at her, holding back the amusement he found from her making excuses, "it was a mistake and it won't happen again."

"Exactly.." she paused, taking the moment to understand were his responses were coming from and she knew he hadn't meant it, "no, Klaus, I'm serious."

"Mhm, me too," he continued to smile playfully at her, before he neared his lips to her neck once again, smothering those soft and perfect kisses along her collarbone, "yet, you're not fighting me when I touch you."

"I-," she stammered, trying to speak above the pleasure he was giving her, "I-I can't."

"So, don't," he pressed his hand on the small of her back, pulling her into him and kissing more forcefully into her neck; she instinctively slipped her arms around his neck and sunk into him.

"Wait," she froze, reluctantly and force-ably removing herself from his grip and standing from the sofa, taking a few breaths to compose herself before speaking, "I don't understand how this happened or why I can't seem to say no to you but I have too, last night shouldn't have happened, you have tried to kill me and my family in the past, actually succeeding when you sacrificed me to become a hybrid, you kidnapped me and brought me here, in the middle of a war between the vampires and witches and intend to use me to further your hybrid army, I must be insane to let what happened last night happen."

He went to stand from the sofa in order to approach her but she waved her hand and took a step back, "no, you can't, if you touch me again, I'll sink and we need to talk about this without-,"

"Being distracted?" He cut her sentence short and finished it, "I'm finding it extremely difficult to remain focused, I can't not touch you."

"We're gonna have to try."

"Despite everything you just said, all the horrific and violent things I've done to you in the past, I can't explain why I need to be near you," he started, before standing from the couch and nearing her slightly, "I'm a monster, Elena, a heartless and homicidal beast that wants nothing but to be feared, that is, until last night."

"And now?" She asked, usually when he spoke to her with such honesty about himself, she would quake but not this time, everything had changed.

"And now, those things about me remain true but they are drawn to you and they hate to be without you for even a moment," he opened up to her again, involuntarily and completely going against everything he is, "you can't deny there's some deep and dark part of you that feels it too and I'm not talking about love or shared feelings, I mean the parts of you that need a connection to something, even me."

Taking a minute to process his words, she took a deep breath, finally understanding why all this was happening to her and as much as she hated to admit it, he was right; of course he was right, he was the complete opposite of her, the compassion-less monster that sought out pain and suffering and they where the parts of herself that she compressed, shut down and ignored but they were coming out, slowly but surely, revealing themselves to him. After everything she had been through, the pain, the trauma, the complete darkness that shrouded her life, her body yearned to feel connected.

"I guess misery loves company," she summarised, very bleakly and half-heartedly.

"I can't speak for you but nothing about last night screamed misery to me," he argued back, not allowing her to make light of it, "there wasn't a speck of misery in your eyes when I-,"

"Don't say it," she couldn't hear the words, it would make it all to real and she would have to accept that this, right now, is what she wanted, what she needed.

"When I made some form of dark and twisted love to you," he closed the space between them, his lips now hovering over hers, "when I fed from you and held you in my arms all night."

"Stop," she spoke quietly, her breath on his lips sending a subtle shiver down his spine.

"Make me stop," after a long moment, she wouldn't deny herself any longer and she kissed him, her lips crashing onto his with an uncontrollable passion; he lead her to the bedroom once again, slamming the door shut and indulging in each other once more.

Several hours later, Elena found herself completely naked, entangled in the hybrid and coming down from her latest climax, there was always more than one when he had his way with her.

She looked up at Klaus, a small smile forming on her lips at the sight of him before she reluctantly released herself from his hold and began scouring the floor for her clothes.

"Still having doubts, luv?" He mused, that sheepish grin spreading on his lips as a chuckle escaped.

"Right now?" A playful and pouty smirk spread across her lips, ready to admit defeat, "obviously not, that was amazing."

She spoke so casually with him, like there was no effort at all to there conversation and they just mixed well together perfectly, "indeed it was."

Klaus watched her with hungry eyes as she started to dress, slipping into her jeans and covering herself further with her T-shirt and mused, "well, this just breaks my heart, such art and beauty shouldn't be covered."

"Well, it can't run through The Quarter either," she played along, before she turned to look in his mirror and fixed her hair; Klaus begrudgingly stepped out of bed and started the hunt for his clothes too.

"I suppose," he agreed, as he pulled up his jeans and fastened the button, hooking his belt through and locating his shirt, sliding the black fabric over his head and covering his bare chest.

"Come on," he extended his hand towards her, a genuine smile appearing on his lips, the first of its kind from the hybrid, "let's get out of here."

"Why?" She asked curiously, looking at his hand, "where are we going?"

"I have to meet with the witches shortly, business as usual," she tried to ignore his usual hybrid charm when it came to violence, "but I do have something to show you first."

"Now you have me curious," she smiled, before taking his hand and letting him take her from the hotel, using his top speed to fly through the hotel, down the stairs and through the lobby until they where outside, awaiting one of Klaus' hybrids to bring a car to them.

Turning drown a driveway, Elena had noticed the familiar building approaching; she turned to look at Klaus, slightly confused as she spoke, "This is what you wanted to show me?"

"Yes but not quite," he said as he parked the car and exited the vehicle, Elena followed behind him until she was on the porch once again; she looked at Klaus as he smiled at her before he opened the doors and revealed the plantation, new and improved.

"Oh my god," she spoke lowly, before entering the house and looking around spinning, taking it all in, "you did all this?"

"That's what I was doing this morning," he admitted, slipping his hands behind his back and dipping his head slightly, "I thought if we were going to be staying in New Orleans for a while, we should live comfortably and where better than in our original family home?"

"This is amazing," she continued to walk through the house, taking in all the artwork, the soft furnishing's and the beautiful decorations placed within the rooms; the furniture was brand new and the entire place had been scrubbed, there was still a couple of hybrids pottering about and completing the renovation but it was perfect.

But that's when she realised, a fleeting thought in her mind causing her to think about Mystic Falls and how that was supposed to be her home, that she was still being held captive here.

She threw the thoughts from her mind and turned her attention back to Klaus, he was watching her cautiously with a furrowed brow whilst she seemed to have drifted off into the thought, "so, what do you think, luv?"

"It's great," she smiled, taking a small breath and shaking her head once, "no, it's perfect, you've done a beautiful job."

She walked through the main sitting area and into the kitchen, it was huge and she could easily get used to it; she looked out of the window at the garden out back, this place was as good as any to be held captive in and at least she didn't have to stay locked up in a hotel room.

"Elena," she heard Klaus call to her from the other room, she broke her train of thought and joined him once again, "time to go, sweetheart."

"Where?" She asked, before following him through the house until they reached the front door, her anxiety rising as she thought about the possible dangerous situations he was going to put her in for the rest of the day.

"Jane-Anna Deveraux had a sister by the name of Sophie, I'm almost certain she'll know the business Jane-Anne had with me before her untimely demise," Klaus opened the front door and led her out to the car, using his speed to open the door for her.

Elena stood frozen for a long moment, the memories of that night flooding back all at once and how she felt being amongst the vampires of the quarter; she remember how much Marcel taunted her, how the crowds of vampires cheered when he ended her life and would be forever grateful to Elijah for saving her from having to witness it.

Elijah... Oh how she missed him.

"We don't have all day, Elena," Klaus called to her, once again breaking her train of thought and bringing her back to reality.

"Coming," she responded as she closed the front door and speed walked to the car, sliding into the passenger seat and watching Klaus as he moved like a blur into the drivers side of the car.

"What were you thinking about, luv? You seem awfully distracted today," he said, as he put the key in the ignition and started the car, beginning the short drive to Lafayette cemetery.

"Jane-Anne," she responded truthfully, she refused to look at him whilst they discussed this and just gazed out of the front window, "that night."

She thought for a long moment, weighing the pro's and con's in her head at her next statement; she knew it would be something he wouldn't want to talk about but she had too, "And Elijah."

"Ah yes, the ever noble and honourable big brother, that must always come to rescue the damsel in distress," he sounded annoyed and Elena knew she had hit a nerve, which was only confirmed by his grip of the steering wheel tightening.

"Where is he, Klaus? She asked, turning her gaze to look at him and inspecting his now frustrated facial features.

"He's safe and he shall remain that way until I see fit to release him from his daggered state."

"Right, of course," she bluntly responded.

Klaus side-eyed her for a quick second, seeing the disappointment spread across her face made him uneasy, like he didn't want to disappoint her anymore, "it's family business, Elena."

"No, it's not," she scoffed, turning her body to face him completely, as her gaze locked onto him, "It's Klaus business, it's 'Klaus does whatever he wants and doesn't care who he hurts' business."

"Why do you care so much for my brother's wellbeing?" He spoke through clenched teeth, the anger and frustration starting to rise within him.

"He saved me that night," she paused for a long moment and took a deep breath, collecting herself before continuing there discussion but she didn't want to fight with him, "you don't get it, why would you? You don't seem to get that all this violence isn't easy to watch, he saved me from having to live with it and he took me away from all the vampires that would attempt to kill me if they knew who I was."

Klaus was really trying to see her side of it but he still felt angry towards his brother, "he's constantly interfering with my plans, meddling in business that he shouldn't be anywhere near and then he attempted to take you away, I won't allow it."

"There's no point discussing this with you, you only care about your side to things," she shook her head, turning her attention back to the window again, the frustration within her writhing, "and now he's just left to rot in a box because of his kindness."

"Indeed," if he clenched his teeth together any harder, they would crumble but he had to end the argument before he said or did something he would regret, "we're nearly here, stay by me and don't say anything, we don't know how dangerous this witch is."