Elena's POV.

Elena watched as the ritual unfolded before her, the witches were using so much dark magic, it caused all kinds of unwanted side effects; there was a storm outside, only not the type brought by a winter flash, it was pure evil; lightening and thunder ripped through the sky, rain, hail and icy shards began falling around New Orleans and the city was about to be taken by a flood that had only been seen in biblical times.

She watched as Klaus unravelled beside her, his screams ripping through her and causing her a pain she thought she would never be able to feel for the hybrid; Sophie had walked over to the table, picking up the knife she used to obtain Elena's blood and held it flat in both of her hands.

"The final step, to end the age of vampires and the Mikaelson era of bloodshed and violence, the sacrifice," Sophie spoke, as if she was speaking to the ancestors who gave her power.

"No!" Klaus screamed out, thrashing and pulling at the chains attempting anything to break free but he was weak, the ritual had took hold of him and he could feel his strength wither.

Elena looked to Klaus as if everything was being played in slow motion, the final piece to the ritual becoming known to her, "she's going to sacrifice herself."

"Thus ending the line of doppelgängers," she smiled proudly, as if she was fulfilling her destiny, to be the one who would end all vampirism and let the witches reclaim the earth once again; Elena knew they where still linked, she knew that if Sophie died then she would as well and then there's would be no living link left to the Petrova doppelgängers.

Elena watched as Sophie blessed the knife, saying a small prayer to the ancestors before grasping the hilt of the dagger and holding it above her head; Sophie gave Elena one last look, something she had chose to ignore and closed her eyes, accepting her fate.

Just as she went to plunge it into her heart, Elena heard the dagger fall to the ground, followed by the snap of a neck; she opened her eyes and saw Marcel, his fangs retracted and the veins beneath his eyes darkened as he ripped the heart of another witch from her chest.

"The doll," Klaus spoke, his voice low and raspy and his head hanging down; Marcel looked around the room, seeing the voodoo type doll hanging between him and Elena, "she's using it to bind us."

Once Sophie saw Marcel dive for the doll, she raised her hand towards him, her fingers in the shape of a ball as she inflicted the same pain in his head as she had done to Elena but for a fraction of a second, he fought it, he ripped down the doll and smashed it to the ground before he succumbed to the pain.

Klaus slowly lifted his head, his eyes a fierce golden shade, his fangs retracted and the veins beneath his eyes darkened; a low growl rumbled in his throat as he pulled at the chains, breaking them easily and speeding towards Sophie, he couldn't do much to her because of the link she had on Elena but he pushed her to the side, both her and the doppelgänger groaning at the contact her back had to the wall.

Klaus turned to face Elena when she heard her groans of pain and tilted his head slightly; the beast everyone claimed was an abomination, who was nothing but cruelty and malice gave her such an adorning and remorseful look, that she crumbled.

The three witches that remained had stood from the ground, hand in hand and chanting, Klaus and Marcel began to feel the veins in there head pop over and over again, their pain levels rising, along with their rage.

Elena heard an all to familiar sound, one she wasn't happy she was aware of but in this moment, it brought her relief; the sound of a ribcage breaking and a heart being pulled from a chest, she looked up and as the bodies of the two witches fell, Elijah was behind them, dropping their hearts to the ground and speeding towards Elena.

He instantly broke her chains and she fell onto him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he whisked her safely into his arms; Elena looked to Klaus and the last two witches standing, including Sophie and her moral compass had been tested once again, "break the link and kill them."

Klaus smirked, proud of his little warrior as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead; Elijah sped her into the night, leaving behind Klaus and Marcel to deal with the witches.

Once they had returned, he lay Elena on the sofa in the living room; some time during the run home, she had gave into her weakness and fainted, Elijah scanned over her body and saw the gaping wound in her palm where Sophie had cut it, bruises and abrasions on her wrists where the chains had held her captive and a bruise on her lower back.

Elijah stroked a finger across her cheek before heading to the kitchen; he grabbed a rag and a bowl from the cupboard and filled it with warm water.

Once he had returned to her, he began cleaning her wounds, running the warm water gently over her cuts and bruises, dabbing it slowly on the gash in her palm and removing the dirt from within it; he only wished to see Elena safe and happy, away from the endless fight that came with knowing him and his family and to see her without a mark or a bruise on her for at least one day.

He rinsed the blood of the rag in the bowl and started cleaning the dirt and blood away on her face; the warm water on her skin caused her to wake, she squeezed her eyes at the searing pain in her head and opened them slowly, to reveal the one man who was consistent in her life, "Elijah," she spoke softly, a weak but soft smile curling on her lips.

She went to sit up but Elijah quickly placed his hand on her shoulder, "you need rest, you've been through quite an ordeal."

His calm and collected demeanour was just what she needed after a night of turmoil but she needed to sit up, her back was stiffening and her head was aching, she held her hand out towards him and offered him a kind smile, "help me up?"

"Still as stubborn as ever," he smirked, taking her hand and effortlessly helping her into a sitting position; a loud gasp escaped her lips as she felt a shock of pain radiate in her head and down her back, causing her to jolt slightly, a small groan escaped her lips at the sudden movement.

"Elena," A small sigh escaped his lips as he picked up her hand slowly and turned it around to reveal the large gash in her palm, "let me heal you."

"I can't keep asking you to heal me every time I get hurt, I'm human, Elijah, it's bound to happen," she grinned, somewhat nervously; she was always anxious around him, a good kind of anxious though, like she had a deep desire not too disappoint him.

"I swore to protect you, Elena, from everything, including your own stubbornness at times."

"I can't even remember the last time I went to a hospital," she mused, searching through her mind for any recollection of being treated like every other normal human being, with medicine and bandages, "I guess the days of being a normal human are long behind me."

Elijah saw a hint of sadness within her eyes, he too felt the longing to be human and have a family; to live amongst the humans as a normal family was something out of his reach and he assumed Elena felt the same, "I would like to reassure you that it gets better but if you stay with me and my family, I'm afraid I won't be able to do that."

"I don't know what I want, Elijah," her gaze shifted to her hands, her thumbs twiddling on her lap as she avoided his eye contact, "it feels like I can't do anything."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't stay here with you, I can't go home to my family, I can't even go to a hospital, I feel so out of control with myself and my life that I feel like I can't even breath, never mind make life altering decisions," a small sigh escaped her lips as she continued on her train of thought, it felt as though a lump had formed in her throat that was trying to restrict her breathing but she knew it was just in her head, "Ever since I met Stefan, every decision has either been made for me or I've been forced into something I didn't want in the first place, so I've just kind of decided to go with it, let everyone else rule my life."

"Elena-,"

"It's all I can do," she cut his sentence short, shrugging her shoulders and averting her eyes back to the hands in her lap, "I'm a doppelgänger, there's only one of two ways my life can go, either have a family and carry on the line or die."

Elijah empathised with her, he knew what it was like to not live by your own rules and desires, it was something he never expected during his mortal life but he does believe everything happens for a reason; he slowly took her hands in his and stared at there interlocked state, "I don't believe that, not even for a second, Elena, you're not like your previous doppelgängers, you're special, you're tied to nature in such a profound way that it wouldn't allow you to just exist, I believe you'll do amazing things, you just have to allow yourself to want them."

Her lips partly slightly, a sharp breath escaping her lips at him, his touch, his words, everything; there eyes met in an intense stare and she felt butterflies flutter in her stomach, "you truly believe that?" She said, her voice low and her breathing laboured.

"With all my heart," his words where so personal and emotional that they hit her heart with a bang; she knew they had been bonding lately but he understood her, every bit of her because they where practically the same.

"Elijah," her voice was as low as a whisper and she found her face slowly becoming nearer to his; maybe it was the fireplace flickering in front of them or the intensity of there conversation that was doing this to them but when she felt his breath on her skin, her heart began thrashing.

There lips had been mere centimetres away when he placed the back of his fingers on her cheek and smoothed them along her skin so gently; the air around her became thick as her forehead pressed against his and just as quick as they got to this moment, it came to an end by Klaus and Marcel crashing through the front door, covered in blood and laughing.

Elena sucked in a sharp breath and they both jumped up from the sofa, taking a few steps back away from each other and standing nervously, her eyes hadn't left his the whole time as she ran her hand through her hair and clung to her head, out of confusion really.

"I take it the witch hunt was successful?" Elijah asked, breaking the tension between them and turning his attention to Klaus.

"Elijah, my brother, it was glorious," A blood soaked Klaus exasperated, him and Marcel laughing and bonding over the bloodshed they had shared in.

Elena walked towards Klaus, her eyes watching him with a nervous edge to them, "And Sophie? Is she dead?"

"Yes, my sweet Elena," he had a primal excitement about him that was infectious; he had placed his hands on her face reassuringly and smiled towards her, "the link was severed and she is now dead."

"Oh my god," a wide grin formed in her lips as she pulled him into a hug, he wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her, before landing her safely back on her feet, "thank you, Klaus."

"Of course," he nodded his head once and brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against it; she side glanced Elijah quickly, noticing he was starting to be uncomfortable with their bond and in that moment, everything became complicated for her.

"And thank you as well, Marcel," she said kindly, offering him a gratitude hug also, which he happily took, if only to wind up the original brothers.

"Don't even mention it, I've been dying for a reason to kill the witches and we had fun," him and Klaus started laughing again, there excitement never wavering.

"There's more to this story," Elijah realised, a small smirk appearing on his lips, "you have been gone for hours, it should have took just minutes for you to end the lives of two witches, what happened, brother?"

Klaus looked at his brother and then onto Elena, his lips curled up into that sheepish grin she loved to see on him; he walked over to the cabinet that housed the scotch and grabbed four glasses, filling each of them and passing them along to his family.

"Come, my family, be seated and let's talk battle stories," he smirked, as he grabbed the bottle and stood by the fireplace, watching as each of them took a seat, Elijah and Elena on the sofa and Marcel sprawled out on the armchair.

Klaus POV - Lafayette cemetery.

The hybrid had to watch as Elena was whisked away from him once more, he was starting to feel the disconnect between them and it was growing more by each passing moment; Elijah had taken her to safety and he was left to deal with the witches with his once ward to handle it.

As soon as Elena had told him to kill them, they had ran from the tomb fearing for there lives but they wouldn't get very far; Klaus and Marcel had followed them out, they could hear there cries and screams for miles as they started toying with them, the predator instinct overcoming them and the urge to protect apparent.

Klaus appeared in front of a frantic Sophie and she screamed, a malicious smirk formed on the hybrids lips as he grasped her arm and as much as he hated to do it, he had to be gentle with her for now, if only for Elena's sake.

"Break the link, now," his voice was fierce, filled with torment and evil; his eyes flashed golden and he couldn't remove the amused smirk from his lips.

"No," she spat back at him, pulling her arm free in a last attempt at trying to fight him but he only laughed, she was weak and he was angry, he wouldn't be bested by a witch.

"Marcellus," he called out, the vampire appearing near them within seconds; he held onto the neck of the final witch involved in the ritual and Sophie tried to help her, she ran towards her but Klaus quickly intercepted her and she stepped back.

"This is bigger than one witch," she exasperated, her eyes filled with remorse as she looked at her sister witch, she shook her head frantically before Marcel sunk his teeth into her neck, ravaging at her until she fell limp, allowing her body to crash to the floor.

"And I didn't even know her name," he grinned, cocking his head to the side as he eyed up Sophie, ready to attack at Klaus' word.

"Her name was Jessica," Sophie spoke quietly, her eyes welling up at the violence surrounding her, "she was only 20 years old."

"She is right about one thing, brother, this is bigger than one witch," Klaus' eyes brightened when an idea came to mind, a sadistic one that would mean the end of all the witches in the Quarter, "do you think Davina would be able to do a locator spell?"

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind, the witches, after all, did try to kill her," Marcel slid his phone out of his pocket and dialled her number, pressing it to his ear and letting it ring.

"No, Klaus, no!" Sophie pleaded, the tears escaping as she watched Marcel call Davina.

"Break the link and no-one else has to die," he warned her, a last veiled attempt at mercy for the witches but she was too stubborn and proud to agree, she just remained silent, eager on keeping the leverage.

"Hey, Marcel, is everything okay?" Davina spoke on the other end of the call.

Marcel looked to Klaus before speaking, awaiting confirmation and he gave it, a simple nod of the head and everything was about to turn upside down.

"Hey, D, can you do a locator spell for me? We need the witches, it's time to end this once and for all."

"I'll bring them to you, a simple spell will alert them to Sophie," she responded, as he heard her start to gather the things she needed in the background.

"Do you think you'll be able to unlink Sophie and Elena? She doesn't seem to want to co-operate," Marcel replied.

"I'll try my best," she spoke before she ended the call, excited at the thought of having her life back.

Marcel slipped the phone back in his pocket and grinned, "won't be long now."

Klaus grabbed Sophie and disappeared further into the cemetery, returning her to the tomb she had just tried to kill him and his family in; she fought the whole way but it was futile, he was strong and she was powerless against him. He hooked her to the wall in the same chains she had bound Elena in, it was poetic and he was all for the arts and drama.

Both vampires felt a sudden pain in there head, the excruciating agony of the veins bursting repeatedly; Klaus growled out as he saw the witches Davina had summoned start to appear, he counted roughly 10 witches and even though he was in pain, he grinned maliciously once again.

"You came for everyone I love," he spoke under his breath, fighting the pain within him as he slowly returned to an upright position; if there was one lesson he learnt from his father, Mikael, it was to push past the pain and no-one can control you again, "your magic is futile here."

The ten women before him all held out there hands towards him, pushing him back and intensifying the pain but he fought through it, the image of Elena tied up and threatened giving him the strength he needed to fight through it. And he did just that.

He blurred towards one of the witches in front, sinking his fangs into her neck and drinking her dry within seconds; the girls all screamed out and there emotions got the better of them, there magic grew and he fell to his knees, no pain, just silenced and frozen.

Suddenly, Diego and Thierry appeared behind the witches, snapping the necks of two of them and appearing beside a now very happy and relieved Marcel; Diego grabbed his arm and pulled him up, "did you think you could fight the witches without us?"

The rest of the inner circle appeared and grabbed a hold of a witch, restraining them and forcing them to be still; Klaus walked towards Sophie, kneeling down in front her and watching as she cried and screamed for their freedom.

"Last chance, Sophie, break the spell or watch your coven die right before your eyes."

"Fine, you win, I'll do it," her head dipped and she had to force back the tears that streamed down her face; Klaus stood idly by her, watching as she began to chant and finally the break the spell that had been holding him back.

"Call Davina again, confirm it's broken," Klaus asked of Marcel and he obliged, disappearing outside and calling her once again.

"It's done," she said defeatedly, everything inside her had shut down and she was a wreck; she failed, she let down her coven, the ancestors and the city when she failed to kill The Originals, "now let them go."

Klaus saw Marcel outside, he hung up the phone and nodded his head at his sire; Klaus had a decision to make, would he show mercy to the very witches who had condemned him and his family? Would he allow them to live today, only for them to try and attack again tomorrow?

If this had been a week ago, they would have already been dead the second Marcel nodded his head, this new found contemplation had came from his time spent with Elena, her compassion and love had changed him and now he doubted whether he wanted to be like this anymore, he hated to disappoint her.

And what felt like hours of contemplation, when the reality of it was only maybe a minute, the heart of his decision came from Elena and his unwavering desire to protect her at all costs, "kill them all."

He raced to Sophie and sunk his fangs into her neck, ripping savagely through her skin and enjoying the taste of victory.

Some of the inner circle vampires had been bested, a few witches had broke free and where fighting back but Klaus liked a challenge; he saved Marcel from his heart being magically pulled from his chest by snapping the witches neck in control of him. They fed, ripped hearts and broke necks until the witches had been destroyed, leaving only a bloody pile of bodies in the centre of the cemetery.

Elena's POV.

"And then we came here, Marcel's nightwalkers are currently dealing with the disposal of there bodies and we don't have to worry about them any longer," Klaus finished his story, him and Marcel sharing in one last laugh and grin before they clinked there glasses, swigging the shot in one.

"You killed them all?" Elena reiterated, trying to process everything he had just told her and whether it was necessary for all that bloodshed.

"We had too, Elena," his smile started to fade and he turned his attention onto her, "if we didn't, they would have killed us."

"I know, I'm happy we're free but that's a lot of dead people, Klaus," she continued to argue, her moral compass tested once again.

"Can I talk to you outside for a moment?" He asked, taking her hand and flashing them out to the back of the house once she agreed to speak with him; she looked at him closely, seeing the blood stains more clearly, they nearly covered him completely, his jeans where stained, his black jacket soaked and his chin and neck where coated in dried blood.

"I'm sorry for doubting you, it's just-,"

"There's no need to apologise, Elena," he cut her sentence short, in hopes she would allow him to explain himself, "the witches here are ruthless, there not to be trusted and there a force of reckoning, if I hadn't of done what I did then you would be dead."

Elena stood in perfect silence as he continued to talk to her and make her see sense but she was rendered speechless.

"Sophie might still have broken the link but the rest of the coven would have come for you as soon as they knew the ritual failed and they would have kept trying," he neared her, placing his hand on the back of her neck and standing eye level with her, "you will never be able to ask me to not protect you, your safety and the safety of my family is the most important thing to me."

"Klaus, I-,"

"When we out there and Sophie broke the spell, I almost didn't kill them, I heard your voice in my head telling me I'm better than this and I believed it for maybe a minute but then I remembered, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you or my siblings," he pressed his forehead onto hers and closed his eyes, "we may not be in love, little warrior but I do still love you, your death would rip the last sense of humanity I have left inside of me."

Speechless. Utterly speechless.

She couldn't form a sentence, her mind was racing and she felt emotionally weak against him; how can she be so connected and enamoured by him and still feel guilty about the moment she shared with Elijah? She was a mess, everything inside her screamed not to give into her temptations and she fought with everything she had.

"Thank you for saving my life today," she brought her hand to his cheek, trailing her finger over the dried blood across his jaw line and onto his lips, "and I do love you, a part of me always will, the way I feel about you is intense and I can't seem to..."

She trailed off, her sentence fading as she stared deep into his eyes and saw nothing but a profound love within them; going against everything her body and her heart where telling her to do, she gave in and crashed her lips onto his, pulling him into her with so much strength and passion that a small moan elicited from her lips.

"... let go of you," she broke there kiss momentarily to finish her faded sentence, before letting there lips meet once again, she jumped onto him and wrapped her legs around him and he carried her off in the blink of an eye towards the edge of the forest behind the plantation.

She felt her back press against a tree as he leaned further into there kiss; she entangled her fingers in his hair and pulled at him, needing him as close to her as he could be.

She pressed her hands on the edges of his jacket and peeled it away from him, leaving him in a black short-sleeved t-shirt that sculpted him perfectly; she could feel the definition of his arms as she smoothed her hands across him, pressing them further down his chest and waist until she reached the hem, pulling it over his head and throwing it onto the grass.

A small breath escaped her lips when he reciprocated, removing her shirt and ripping through her bra until there was nothing left between there chests; the feel of her bare breasts against him sent him overboard, they rubbed up and down his against him, the more passion she put into the kiss.

Using his speed, he gently lay her down on the grass and towered over her, there kiss unbroken as he continued to explore her body; the night was beautiful, the wind was calm, the almost full moon shined down brightly upon them and this time it felt different, they knew how they felt about each other and this felt like an expression of that, there was more heart in it than a sense of twisted love and devotion.

And they could feel every feeling they shared between them, the passion, the desire, the devotion, the need to feel and most of all, the love they had come to find for each other; every kiss, every touch, every gaze into their eyes felt more real and emotional. Especially since they knew it was the last time they had to be together.

He pressed forceful kisses along her chest and down her stomach, pulling her pants down as he worked his way down her body until she had nothing left to remove; he tasted her one more time, his mouth pressed into her most sensitive area to seek out her pleasure spots and he never missed one.

His hands grasped at her waist and pulled her closer into him, her hips rocking ever so slightly as his tongue delved further into her; her body was on fire and it writhed beneath him, her climax was building up inside of her and she couldn't hold it back, her whole body trembled and clenched around him as she reached her high.

His lips found hers again but this time, he moved more slowly on her, taking everything about her in more intently so he could have those memories forever; his fingers traced along the edge of her side so he could remember the curve in her hips, they trailed along the side of her breast to remember how they felt against him and he smothered her collarbone and neck in kisses, just to remember her scent. But the most important thing he wanted to remember, that he would still feel for a long time after, how her heart beat sounded whilst they kissed, the way it raced when he looked at her and how hard it pounded when he touched her.

He smoothed his hand up her arm until his fingers found hers and they interlocked, she squeezed them harder than she thought because letting him go was just too hard; she slowly wrapped her legs around his back and kept him pressed against her, there most sensitive areas rubbing against each other. But there was no teasing and torment this time, just an inexplicable desire to be together.

He slowly but forcefully slid himself inside her, filling her emptiness perfectly as moans of pleasure escaped their lips simultaneously; he rocked in and out of her with more passion and force than before. She pressed her forehead onto his and grinded her hips against him, she let go of his hand and held onto him for dear life, her nail diggings into the skin on his back at the sheer pleasure she found from him.

There eyes met, Elena was breathing heavily onto his lips and she brought her hands to his face, leaning into him and placing a soft kiss on his lips; so much emotion poured out from both of them during their kiss and they knew in that moment, that this would be the last time her and Klaus would spend the night together, her heart had yearned for him, she had loved him and they healed each other in so many ways, that this could be the only way they could end things between them and move on.

She pulled away from him momentarily and guided his lips down her chin, along her throat and into the gap in her neck; he placed soft kisses along her skin before turning his gaze onto her eyes, looking for the assurance he needed before he could. She nodded her head once and watched as his fangs revealed themselves, sinking them into her skin and her blood flowed down his throat, the sweetness and heat as prominent as it had ever been, her taste would stay with him forever.

He reciprocated by plunging his fangs into his wrist and she wrapped her mouth around them, taking in the last thing he can offer her, her healing and strength returned to her; they had bonded in every way imaginable and as his blood coursed through her, it ignited a whole new heat and passion within her.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and spun her so she was on top of him; pulling herself up, she pressed her hands onto his chest and moved up and down on him, her head tilted back and she moaned loudly.

His fingers dug into her butt and he moved her harder on him, her hips rocking and she could feel his entire length inside her; a series of small moans escaped as she felt that pleasure build up inside her again, making her hotter and hotter until she exploded, reaching her ecstasy.

Her body clenched and she felt tighter on him, causing him to want her even more than he already did, he'd never known pleasure like it before in his thousand years on this earth; he held onto her waist whilst he used his speed to sit up, crossing his legs and sitting her back on his erection once again. He had to have her in every way imaginable.

Her arms and legs enveloped around him, bringing him in so forcefully that there wasn't a gap between them; she worked him harder and faster, her wetness sent him into a frenzy and he rocked into her, harder and faster until he spilled inside her, the grip they had of each other tightening as he climaxed into her, there kiss remaining unbroken for as long as it possibly could.

The night was coming to a close, the moon had disappeared and the sun was soon to rise, Elena had stayed wrapped up in him, kissing him and talking with him for what couple of hours they had left together; he remembered the shine of her skin, the way she felt on him, the glimmer in her eye as the moonlight radiated on her and the passion within her kisses.

They where lay on the grass, staring up at the sky and still completely bare and entangled in each other; Klaus had his arm around her shoulders, there free hands held and there legs twisted together in a strong entanglement.

"What happens when the sun rises, Elena?" Klaus asked, his eyes watching and praying that there could be a solar eclipse that day.

She rolled onto her stomach, her leg still straddling his as she propped her head up on her hand; his arm remained firmly around her and she used her free hand to trace her finger across his chest, smoothing over his perfectly sculpted chest, "I guess we'll have to head back."

"And what of the metaphorical meaning?" His voice was low and filled with emotion, he watched as she trailed her fingers across his chest and took her hand in his, her silence deafening to him.

"We knew this wouldn't last forever, Nik, everything we've been through together and everything we've felt was all leading up to this moment."

"A perfect ending," a small smirk graced his lips at the idealistic image of there ending.

"And it really was perfect," she could feel a heat rise in her face, bringing a shade of red to her cheeks that he found to perfect to ignore; he pulled her in for one final kiss, an all-in moment with passion and love at the helm.

But then the sun came up, the days first rays shining onto them and revealing everything between, metaphorical and physical.

She lowered her head and broke there kiss, resting her forehead on his chin as the time came to move on; they stood up, his arms still wrapped around her entire body as they come up together. He grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around her and a single small tear escaped her eye uncontrollably.

"It doesn't feel real anymore," she admitted, an empty feeling in her chest starting to return to her at the thought of all of this ending.

"It will always be real," he took her hand and placed it on his chest, symbolising the love he held for her in his heart and how everything they had done together will be stored there, "always and forever."

"Forever," that word had two different meanings to them; to Elena, it was short lived but passionate and for Klaus, it was until the end of time, a passion he felt once that would turn to torment the moment she ceased to live.

"Let's go," he spoke, placing a soft kiss on her lips before separating them; it felt like trying to pull apart two magnets, there was a resistance at first and the pull was so strong, it felt almost unnatural to try and keep them apart.

She nodded her head and scanned the grass for her pants, sliding into them and pushing her feet into her shoes; she picked up two pieces of fabric from the ground beneath her and dangled them up, a small laugh escaping her lips, "I liked this shirt."

"Hold still, keep them dangling there for just one more moment," he mused as Elena looked at him with utter confusion, that is until she realised; she looked down at her body, noticing the jacket had separated and revealed her once again.

She laughed before closing the jacket back over and nudging him playfully, "evil."

"And apparently, that's what you seem to like," a crooked grin and a dip of his head later and she was swooning all over again, she made sure the prominence of his dimples and laugh would stay etched in her memory forever.

"And even now, I still question my sanity," she rolled her eyes, sharing in his amusement and laughter.

"Hold on tight," he wrapped his arm around her waist, ready to return them home.

"Wait," she slipped her arm around his waist and started on there journey back, "let's walk, I'm not in a hurry."