AU: Klaus and Caroline are engaged and soon to be married. All their friends support their happiness, but Elena has difficulty trusting in Klaus's intentions. She hates Klaus with a passion. Little does she know that her hate is just as strong as he...
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Elena
Caroline felt like the party hadn't ended at the club. When we got to the lake house, she was determined to have an "after party" since Matt and Jeremy didn't get to come out with us. It was only one in the morning, anyway—and most of us night crawlers liked to stay up late. I couldn't stop my wandering eyes from fixating on Klaus. Not only was I worried that he was going to break up with Caroline, but it physically hurt not to touch him. I had never felt so attracted to someone like I felt toward Klaus. Maybe it was because I was just a magnet for the bad boy type. Dating Stefan or Elijah would have been the sensible choice.
"Step out with me," said Elijah, as he appeared in front of me. He held out his hand and flashed a charismatic smile.
I mimed his expression and let him help me up. A pair of aquatic eyes followed me as I left the living room and stood on the porch with a very handsome Mikaelson brother. There was something eternally charming about Elijah that always warmed my heart every time he looked at me, especially when he smiled. Kindness radiated from those dark pools of mystery, and he really was mysterious to me, but not in a dark way… just intriguing. I could tell he was the sort of man who wouldn't share his life's story to just anyone; only a select few: people that he could trust.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Elijah?" I flirted.
He chuckled and leaned against the wooden railing. "Perhaps. Is it working?"
"You don't need to try hard. You're an Original. Seduction is in your nature."
He seemed amused by my words.
"I wish you'd smile more," I said. "You look so handsome when you do."
"You flatter me."
"I'm just being honest."
His dark gaze penetrated through me. I was worried he was studying me.
"So why did you want to bring me out here?" I asked.
"Because I've been wanting to kiss you all night"—he reached for my hand—"and I thought that if I swept you away and brought you out under the stars…"
"I'd feel more inclined to let you?"
"Precisely." He smiled.
I laughed shyly and turned my head toward the window. What I saw inside was like a knife to my chest. Caroline was getting hot and heavy with Klaus: they were making out. I should have thought nothing of it, but my stupid human nature made me feel nothing but jealousy to the most amplified degree.
I looked at Elijah and closed the space between us as I wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly leaned in for a kiss. The craziest thing happened when our lips touched. An electrical current flowed through my body and all I could feel was … ecstasy.
Immediately, I pulled back out of fear to let things go further.
"I'm sorry, Elijah. I…" I was at a loss for words as I walked past him and headed for the docks.
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Elijah
It was nearly a thousand years ago that my beloved Tatia died in my arms. For centuries I have been mourning her death in my own way. I have loved and I have lost, yet nothing prepared me for what I experienced as soon as I kissed Elena's lips. I felt her… I felt… Tatia. Is this nothing but madness of the mind that has imposed its delusions on me? Had I hallucinated the vision? She must have felt it, too. That's why she left. She saw what I saw. She must have felt what I felt. I am not certain if Tatia lives within Elena, or if the ghost of her soul is haunting me so relentlessly that my imaginations have taken a strong foothold in my reality. I must investigate this phenomenon. If there is but a mere chance that she exists on this plane… within Elena… I must make contact with her. I will not rest until I know the truth.
