Elena woke from her slumber, rolling over and used a pillow to block out the sun rays, she groaned as her body felt sore.

Then all the memories of past two night came flooding back, Elena sat upright- she slept with Klaus Mikaelson, she begged him to make her forget.

About Stefan, the car driving off the bridge and Stefan leaving her to die.

It worked, until she thought about it but, it didn't affect her as much as she thought it would.

And yet, even though she should feel ashamed for sleeping with the guy that killed Jenna, that threatened not only her life and the lives of her friends and family, but it also felt right; like the universe was finally on their side.

Sighing, Elena leaned against the headboard of the bed, for a homicidal Original Hybrid- he had a seemingly normal bedroom. Though there were a few antiques that Carol Lockwood would love to get her hands on, especially the chest at the foot of the bed.

Elena had expected Klaus to come in any moment to demand her to leave as the moment they shared last night was just a one-time deal, so she reached for her discarded clothing only to remember that most of her clothing was unwearable due to Klaus's impulse of ripping the material, though the only wearable article of clothing was her underwear and socks.

And she was pretty sure Klaus was too much of a gentleman to allow her to walk out with nothing but her underwear and socks, even though she believed he would love the sight.

Her original clothing were washed and neatly folded at the end of the bed, the necklace, Rebekah's necklace laid on top.

Elena threw on a random shirt, it barely covered her ass, and it smelt of Klaus; his cologne of sandalwood, cloves and something sweet – vanilla?

It smelt warm and inviting, like she could find comfort there.

Klaus, warm and inviting? Now I really lost it.

Making her way downstairs, following the scent of freshly brewed coffee- Elena paused as Klaus was reading the latest 'gossip' column in Mystic Falls newspaper, a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee were in front of him, he seemed rather normal if you didn't know the truth.

"You're staring, love,"

"Sorry,"

Klaus glanced up from the newspaper, observing her and immediately noticed the shirt, his scent was all over Elena – and he liked it, though he didn't know why.

"Is that my shirt?" He asked, pushing the pancakes and coffee towards her.

"Yes," Elena replied, taking a sip of the coffee as the sweet, dark liquid called for her. "Someone apparently ripped the pretty dress I wore, last night."

Wait. Sweet?

She felt her scar, Klaus's scar – the one that he reopened begin to slowly heal.

No wonder why the coffee is sweet, Elena thought, as her eyes landed on Klaus's wrist and could see some dried blood. He added some of his blood to it.

"Really?" Klaus humoured, smirking behind his own cup of coffee, though it seemed more crimson – blood. "How dare he."

"How do you know it was a 'he'?" Elena teased back, earning a raised eyebrow from Klaus. "Could've had been a 'she'."

"Eat your pancakes," Klaus huffed, turning back to the newspaper. "I'll drop you off at home so that you can go to school."

"Right… school," Elena replied, glancing at the pancakes and now she didn't feel hungry. "About last night -"

"It is fine, Elena." Klaus spoke, dismissing her concerns. "It was only a one-time thing, you wanted to forget, and I agreed to help."

And yet, Klaus couldn't quite understand why it hurt him to say that.

Elena nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip. "I'll just go get my things."

Klaus slightly groaned, he could tell that Elena was upset, why? He had no bloody idea – was she upset because of what he said? No, that couldn't be it.

Elena hates him.

And yet, he felt as if they have this connection ever since last night, maybe he's just grasping at straws.

It took less convincing than she thought for Klaus to drop her at the Grill rather than drop her back home, where the Damon Salvatore would be waiting with a pathetic excuse on why Stefan did what he did, thankfully her phone didn't receive too much water damage and was easily fixed.

After saying awkward goodbye to Klaus by placing a small kiss on his cheek, Elena inwardly groaned at her stupidity, their shared moment was only a one-time fling, and she had to make it even more awkward by kissing his cheek instead of just getting out of the damn car.

Matt, the only one aside from Tyler and Jeremy had been the only ones to text her back, granted that Tyler was on a mission to look for wolves that want to be turned into a hybrid, but at least he called her back unlike Caroline or Bonnie.

The drive back home was quiet, Matt never questioned why she texted him as she waited for his shift to finish at the Grill, he never questioned why Elena was wearing a paint covered Henley shirt that was clearly a men's shirt or the small love-bites she had over her neck that peeked out from under her hair.

Thankfully, none of the Salvatores were waiting for her, Elena hardly doubts that Stefan would suddenly have a change of heart to check in on her; she was annoyed that Caroline didn't show up, even just to see if she was alive.

Elena jumped in the shower, once she got home and began to scrub her skin raw but no matter how hard she scrubbed, the feeling of Klaus's lingering touches stayed, and she liked it.

Her fingers brushed against the scar that reopened, hissing at the pain, even though it was freshly healed – the memory of it reopening made it tender.

Soon, Elena realized that she was touching herself, she couldn't believe that Klaus had that effect on her.

After one night.

Elena sighed, letting the water hit her face, she shouldn't feel this way about him and yet, she couldn't help it either.

Her phone beeped, indicating that she had missed a call, glancing down at the screen- she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Damon.

Seriously. After ignoring her for weeks, now he thought it was time to check on her. Did he know what Stefan had done? Was he even sorry?

She didn't need these types of thoughts; she wanted to forget everything- well maybe not everything. Just some things.

Mainly things that involve the Salvatore brothers.

Elena crawled into bed, curling under the blankets and she swore that she could see a shadowy figure outside her bedroom window.

Who's shadowy figure?

Elena didn't know nor did she care, she had an idea that it was possibly Klaus, but Elena felt she was grasping at straws with that possibility.

Why would he check in on her when he had other issues to worry about?

It had been weeks since the incident on the bridge and since she slept with Klaus.

Stefan had yet to reach out and apologize, Elena knew that with his humanity off - he won't apologize at all, both Bonnie and Caroline agreed to meet her at the Grill to catch up, but they both are avoiding her or running late.

Elena decided to focus on her schoolwork, catching up on the homework and assignments she had missed because she focused on other things, she had put a lot of space between herself and the Salvatores.

But it seemed that Damon Salvatore missed that memo.

He had been calling her non-stop, demanding her to answer his phone calls- the first time.

Speak of the Devil.

"Elena." Damon slid into her booth at the Grill, making the doppelganger sigh.

"Damon." She spoke, dropping her pen and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration History was not one of her strong suits now. "What do you want?"

"A lot of things, like for you to answer my calls-"

Elena began to pack her things up, not wanting to listen to him complain. "I don't have time to listen to you complain."

"Elena, wait- I'm sorry." Damon grabbed hold of her wrist, a little rough but not enough to hurt. "Things are crazy right now."

"What did he do now?" Damon knew exactly who she was talking about, he wasn't stupid. "You got to see it from his perspective, Elena-"

Or maybe he was.

"Are you serious!" She hissed, yanking her hand from his grip. "He threatened to turn me into a vampire, and even when Klaus agreed to what he wanted, Stefan still went over the bridge. He left me there, Damon! Stefan just watched as I was drowning and did nothing. He left me there to die!"

"Klaus-"

"Klaus saved me, did you know that? Guess not cause you, Bonnie, Caroline and Alaric have been running around Mystic Falls going along with Stefan's idiotic plan that will get you all killed! But that doesn't matter as long as Klaus leaves Mystic Falls with his hybrids, but you and I both know he won't leave without me." Elena snapped, taking a needed breath. "But it's ironic when I think of it now, the vampire who was supposed to love me, tried to kill me and the man who killed me, ends up being the one that saved me."

Damon looked a little hurt, he rolled his eyes. "Look Elena- just talk to him."

"No."

"We were only doing this for your protection, hope you know."

"Maybe I don't want you to do anything! It's my life, Damon. Mine! You, Stefan, Bonnie and Caroline don't get to dictate what happens with my life. I do!"

Elena threw her hands up in the air, walking off in the direction of the bar and stopped as she saw a familiar pair of blue eyes that seemed to be staring at her and Damon.

Klaus.

Did he hear everything? Of course he did, vampire hearing and all…

Klaus seemed to be in good spirits.

"I gave them back," Damon spoke, grabbing her by the wrist to try and drag her back to the table, only for Elena to remove her wrist from Damon's hold. "The coffins, well aside from the locked one, Stefan still has that one."

"There's a locked coffin?"

Elena narrowed her eyes, Damon wouldn't just hand the coffins over not without a plan, a plan that could get him killed or her friends.

"What did you do?"

A smirk danced across Damon's face. "I removed Elijah's dagger."