We Found Love

Proof

For the next week, I tried my best to avoid Klaus. The day after our…incident was the hardest – everywhere I turned, he was there, and once he spotted her he would drop what he was doing and try to talk to her, only to have me turn my back on him and walk out before he could utter a word. But as the days passed, I saw him less – Akua told me that Stefan and Damon were killing off his hybrids again – and, though I should’ve been happy about that, I just felt…empty.

            I did, however, spend a lot of my time with Elijah. Akua was sometimes needed for whatever reasons, and in the time she was gone, Elijah would walk me through the gardens that surrounded the estate, or sit with me in the library and recite Nordic poetry from the time when he was human. He seemed to miss it – being human. Every now and again, as he spoke of his pre-vampire time, his eyes would glaze over with sorrow, but when I blinked, it was gone, and back was the cheery Elijah that I liked to hang out with.

            Finn was nowhere to be seen, but Kol was everywhere. And when I looked at him, he was always staring at me with an unreadable expression. It made my stomach flop and sent shivers up my spine. The only time he wasn’t following me was when I was with Elijah or when Klaus was around, and I took some comfort in that.

            When I finally told Akua what had happened that night, she squealed. “I knew it! I knew he had a thing for you!”

            “Akua, we were drunk. It wasn’t anything,” I sighed.

            “Then why did you wait so long to tell me?” She asked cockily. When I didn’t answer, she smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

            We were silent for a few moments as I continued to brush my hair. She pursed her lips and began flipping through a magazine on my nightstand. “So, you’ve been spending a lot of time with Master Elijah.”

            I stopped mid-stroke. She calls Elijah Master, too? “Yeah. And?”

            She shrugged, but didn’t look up. “I was just curious about it.”

            “He’s a nice guy, and great company.”

            “Mhmm. But I have a feeling that Master doesn’t like it,” she said.

            “What makes you think that?” I asked distractedly.

            “Well,” she began, “he didn’t seem very happy when he saw you two laughing in the rose bushes.” She paused. “He broke his wine glass.”

            My eyebrows furrowed. “Why would he do that?”

            She gave me the look. “Why do you think?”

            I set down the brush and pondered that. Why was he acting like this? Sure, he had tried to kiss me, and he wanted to talk to me afterwards, but I was telling myself that it was because he wanted me to be his play thing. He had done it with Katherine; why not me, as well?

            But breaking glass just because he saw me with his brother was a little much. If he really thought of me as his toy, he wouldn’t have been affected by the sight of me with another man. I knew for a fact, though, that he had a new girl every night – and it was quite obvious that they weren’t used just for blood. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair; it was so much easier when Klaus was an evil bastard.

            “Enough about me,” I said, desperately trying to change the subject. “What about you and Dorian?”

            Her eyes sparkled, Klaus momentarily forgotten. “What about him?” She tried to sound nonchalant, and failed miserably.