The Last Petrova

Elijah and Klaus, Klaus and Elijah

It's strange, really, how the way people look at you can change how you act. Just mere hours ago, I would have shattered all the windows in every single building and house in Mystic Falls in pure exasperation of not being able to get through to Elijah. But now, when he walks away, I simply watch him calmly, letting my hands fall to the sides of my ballgown.

People continue to whisper, pointing to my dress and hair as I head towards the front door. Yes, I'm leaving the ball, because why not? I had my moment, I got my snippet of revenge at Klaus for stealing my dress, I tried my best to talk to Elijah... And I'm sick of balls and parties. I've been to enough of them to last me five different lifetimes.

I'm three steps away from reaching the door when a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me into a room. I look up and find Klaus, staring at me with a lustful look in his eyes.

"What are you doing, Klaus?" I snap, twisting my wrist away from him.

"Ignoring your request to keep away," he replies, pressing me against the wall and kissing me.

I push him away with a laugh. "What, I put on a pretty dress and some makeup, and suddenly you're obsessed with me?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Not quite," Klaus says, his fingers running across from my face to my neck and shoulders. "I was in here with Caroline, trying to make myself feel better by flirting with her and showing off my art," he says, gesturing to the walls of drawings behind him, "When I realized," he breathes.

"When you realized what?" I say exasperatedly.

"When I realized that she- nor anybody else, could be you," Klaus says.

I'm about to snort at how obvious this fact is, when Klaus grabs the back of my head and starts to place a trail of kisses down my neck.

I use my vampire speed to flip us around, so that he is now the one being pressed against the wall. My fangs sink into his neck, then my lips begin to trail up towards his.

We vamp-race across the entire room, slamming each other from wall to wall as an unexplainable, uncontrollable feeling of lust overtakes us. Paint brushes go flying as Klaus throws me onto a table and feeds on me.

A moan escapes my lips- And suddenly, my mind chooses that exact moment to start comparing the two Mikaelson brothers.

Elijah and Klaus. Klaus and Elijah. Both monstrous beings in their own right. Klaus, the legendary, unforgiving beast who kills in the blink of an eye. Elijah, seemingly harmless, when in truth, he wears a mask over the face of the horrific being he really is.

The love between Elijah and me was always controlled. He always told me what to do and what not to do, how to act, and who not to kill.

But this- this, whatever this is that I have with Klaus, it feels so free, so wild and untamable. A tornado that rips through everything in its path without giving a damn.

And I love it. I love the idea of being able to live without having to care about anything, the idea that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want...

But in the end, that's all it is. An idea. A fantasy. Because Elijah knows the one thing that could very well destroy me.

Elijah. At the thoughts of him, my mind and my hearing connect, and my vampire hearing picks up on conversation coming from the room upstairs.

"So how was my mother?" Elijah's voice asks.

I glance at Klaus- my hearing has always been unusually good, even for a vampire. He doesn't seem to notice anything, so I continue to let him feed off me while I eavesdrop in on the conversation upstairs.