After crying for hours, I wanted to get out of here, get some fresh air, and walk down the street. So I went to see Elijah and told him I had just broken up with Stefan and needed to get out, but that I needed someone to open the door and Klaus wouldn't let me. Of course, I didn't tell him the reason for our breakup, but I think he knows. He kindly walked me to the door and told me not to stay out too long. I think it was around noon. So, I stepped out into the street for the first time in a long while, and I instantly smiled.
After about thirty minutes, I heard footsteps behind me and started to quicken my pace, but the footsteps were getting faster too. So I discreetly glanced behind me and saw Klaus, then I suddenly stopped and faced him.
"Why are you following me, Klaus? What's the point"
He smirks, amused, stepping slightly closer. "Oh, Elena… you're so predictable. I'm not chasing you, love. I'm just making sure you're okay and well... still alive!"
Iroll my eyes, clearly struggling to hide my unease. "Is that it? Am I just another distraction for you? Because honestly, I'm done with your little games."
He leans in, his breath grazing her face. "Who said it was a game? You have no idea what you stir within me, Elena."
I briefly look down, then lift my chin defiantly, my eyes blazing with anger… and something else. "I'm not one of your puppets, Klaus. I don't belong to you. And by the way, my answer to your marriage proposal is no."
His voice softens, though his tone remains tense, almost possessive. "You say that, yet your heart beats faster every time I'm near. So, tell me… who's really playing a game here?"
I glare at him but can't hide the tension in my voice. "Stop manipulating me. You'll never get what you want from me."
He tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear, an unexpected and intimate gesture. "And what if what I want… is simply you, Elena? Not the doppelgänger, not a pawn in some endless war. Just… you."
Silence settles between me and Klaus. I am staring at him, caught between anger and an undeniable attraction. My gaze flickers briefly to his lips, and Klaus smiles, fully aware of his effect on me. And I hate this, but I can't help it.
My voice wavers slightly. "You're a monster, Klaus… but you're so… insufferable."
He tilts his head, his eyes piercing into mine. "Then what's stopping you, Elena ? Monster or not, you can't stay away from me."
He was right, I can't stay away from him even if I just broke up with Stefan.
The silence stretches on, heavy with unspoken words and emotions. My heart race, caught in a whirlwind of confusion and desire. I feel drawn to Klaus, despite the danger he represents. He takes a step closer, invading my personal space, and I don't pull away. The tension thickens, electrifying the air around us.
His voice drops to a whisper, almost intimate. "You know you want this, Elena. Just admit it."
My breath catches in my throat. I feel a mix of anger and undeniable attraction, my heart urging me to give in. I swallow hard, trying to gather my thoughts, but the heat of the moment overwhelms me.
Myvoice is barely above a whisper, filled with defiance. "I don't want this... I shouldn't want this."
But as I look into his eyes, the intensity of his gaze ignites a spark within me. In a moment of weakness, I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. Klaus watches me, his expression shifting from playful to something deeper, more serious.
Klaus reaches out, brushing his thumb along my jawline, his touch sending shivers down my spine. The world around us fades away, and all that exists is the two of us, caught in this magnetic pull.
His voice was low and urgent. "Just one kiss, Elena. That's all I ask. Just one."
I hesitate, mymind racing with the consequences, but the longing in my chest drowns out the fear. I lean in, myeyes flicking to his lips before closing the gap between me and Klaus. Ourlips meet in a tentative kiss, soft at first, then growing more intense.
As the kiss deepens, I feel melting against Klaus. The warmth of his body, the intoxicating scent of him,everything draws me in further.It's a heady mix of fear and exhilaration, and I can't help but lose myself in the moment.
Klaus wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer, as if to shield me from the rest of the world. The kiss becomes more urgent, a silent conversation of longing and unspoken desires.
Breaking the kiss, I say "Klaus, we shouldn't... This is a mistake."
Klaus steps back just enough to look into her eyes, searching for any hint of doubt. But all he finds is a mix of fear and undeniable desire.
His voice is low, almost pleading. "Maybe it's not a mistake, Elena. Maybe it's the only thing that feels right."
I bite my lip, torn between the thrill of being with him and the warnings echoing in my mind. I know who he is, what he's capable of. But kissing him makes me feel alive and I know I shouldn't think that but i can't help it.
Klaus leans in again, brushing his lips against my forehead before trailing down to my lips (again). His kisses are soft yet filled with an intensity that makes me weak. Ican't help but respond, leaning into him, craving more. So I step back and tell him that the place isn't appropriate and that his bed would be more comfortable.
He looks at me and chuckles "I knew you wanted it, I just had to make you desire it. Come on, let's go home and finish what we started."