• Toxicated • klena

anger

anger is debatabley the strongest emotion.

With the ability to control your mind and actions.

It's unpredictable, unimaginable,
and can cause such things as
Murder.

But would Elena really reach that point?

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FUTURE.
3 HOURS AFTER.

NEW ORLEANS.

Elena stared at her bloody palms
as the noise of drops falling ringed in her ears.

She let a tear drop from her watery eyes as she watched Klaus Mikaelson stare at her with a wide expression.

PRESENT
3 HOURS BEFORE.

Elena Gilbert, the mentally ill, and left by her friends doppelganger laying on the side of the man she hated most.

Klaus Mikaelson.

With his blue ocean eyes shut he slept soundly next to the girl he had once tormented.

Elena on the other hand, quiverd as she layed beside him.

With her mind racing back and forth with thoughts she couldn't control.

She got up from the bed carefully, being sure not to wake the Hybrid beside her.

She got dressed, putting the black boots she had wore on the night when she turned her humanity off and layed on the bridge.

She walked down the stairs as it made small echos of small clicks from Elena's boots.

Reaching the door she opened it as a loud creak came from it she muttered a curse hoping no one had heard.

After waiting a minute she walked out.

About 2 hours had passed and Elena reached the woods with a crowd of Human campers with tents set up.

Listening to there heartbeats, Elena's urges took over with dark veins popping out and her fangs baring.

She jumped on them one by one and fed until there heads rolled off there body.

By the end Elena looked at the dozens of people she had killed.

Guilt overrunning, her tears started to drop. With her bloody hands she wiped her eyes.

All she wanted was Stefan right now, he would tell her how to fix this, how he fixed it.

NOW PRESENT.
(THE 3 HOURS AFTER).

A Couple of minutes later, Elena had heard rustling through the leaves.

Soon as she knew it a familar set of blonde curls appeared.

The pool of blood beneath her made the drops falling from her hands heard.

Klaus stared at the bodies, then stared at the doe-eyed girl.

"Bloody hell, Doppelganger". Klaus whispered with his eyes wide.

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Klaus threw the last of the bodies into the furnace as Elena watched him and cuddled into the sheets.

"Next time when you want to go on a kill rampage, let me know if you have a bloody ripper problem". Klaus said with sarcasm laced in his voice

Was Elena really a ripper?