Klaus

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Elena sits by the cellar door, waiting for Elijah to wake, but it seems to take hours as early as morning comes, when he suddenly wakes, jerking around, his bones cracking as colour comes to his face

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Elena sits by the cellar door, waiting for Elijah to wake, but it seems to take hours as early as morning comes, when he suddenly wakes, jerking around, his bones cracking as colour comes to his face. Elena rushes over to him, seeing him in distress, he looks around, disorientated, and he looks at her in shock. "Katerina!" Elijah gasps as he's thrown into a memory.

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Inside an English castle owned by the Original Family in the early 1400s, Trevor spoke with one of the women at the party. Then, he walked over to Elijah, who was talking to one of the Lords. "Ah, good evening, Trevor," Elijah greeted him and nodded goodbye to the Lord, who walked away. "I am pleased you could join us."
"I could not miss the birthday celebration," Trevor replied.
"No, considering the gift you claim to bear. Where is this mystery girl of which you speak?" The Nobel Original questioned, looking around the ballroom.
"Right this way," He told him, walking across the room with Elijah following him. "My dear," He whispered, and the woman turned, revealing Katherine, who smiled innocently at the man.
"Hello," Katerina greeted Elijah, who looked at her in shock, seeming lost for words as he openly stared at the beautifully innocent-looking woman.

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Elena tries to calm Elijah down, not wanting Stefan or Damon to hear them having no desire to have the impending argument of waking the Original. "Elijah; it's me, it's Elena ," She assures him, trying to keep him quiet.
"Oh my God," Elijah mutters as he gets pulled back into his memories.

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"Forgive me. You remind me of someone," Elijah apologised as he tried to stop openly staring at her.
"Katerina, may I introduce the Lord Elijah," Trevor introduced the woman to the Original. She looked at him in shock, taking his hand and curtsies.
"Pleasure, my Lord," Katherine greeted him.
"The pleasure's mine. Katerina," The Nobel Original replied, kissing her hand.

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Elijah closes his eyes, his head falling back as Elena looks around, worried for the Original. She goes to touch him, and when his body twitches, writhing around on the ground, she backs away in fright as he slowly gets up to his feet. "I can't-- I can't breathe!" Elijah gasps, trying to catch his breath. "What's happening to me?" Elena tries to talk, but nothing comes out. He rushes to the door but slams into the wall, knocking him a little. She runs over to him, holding him still. "I can't... I can't be in this house," He tells her, and she realises something.
"You're not invited in," Elena mutters.
"I can't be in here," He gasps and pulls out of her hold, rushing out of the cellar, slamming against another wall before disappearing. Elena looks around and runs to follow him upstairs, looking around, hoping the brothers haven't heard anything.

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Elena walks to the front door, where Elijah crouches, catching his breath. He looks up, sees her and rushes to the door, trying to enter, but is knocked back by the invisible force that keeps him outside. "What happened?" Elijah demands, and she shushes him, pointing up, meaning the Salvatore brothers may hear them.
"I'll tell you. Not here. Can I trust you?" Elena whispers.
"Can I trust you?" He whispers back, and she sighs, giving him the dagger, which he takes. Once Elena and Elijah have gone, Stefan wakes up in his bed alone and rushes downstairs.
"Elena?" Stefan calls for his girlfriend and comes across Andie. "Hey."
"Hey," Andie replies.
"Have you seen Elena?" He asks her.
"Uh, no," She replies, and Damon walks over, taking the cup of coffee off her.
"Hi, sweetie. Oh, my coffee," Damon smiles into a kiss. "Good morning."
"Mm, good morning," The newscaster mumbles into the kiss.
"Hey, where's Elena?" Stefan asks his older brother.
"I don't know, Stefan. It's your girlfriend. Mine's right here," Damon answers, looking at Andie. "Oh, and how's the shoulder? Got time for a bite? I'm so hungry."
"Oh, it's really messy. Can you use a blood bag today?" She asks him, and Stefan gets out his phone and punches Elena's number. "I'm already late for work."
"No!" He grumbles, pouting a little, and Stefan gets Elena's voicemail.
"Hey, it's me. Where are you? Call me," Stefan leaves a message and hangs up, looking at the kissing couple before him. "What are you doing? She's not a wind-up toy." The couple looks at him, not impressed.
"It's really none of your business, is it, Stefan?" Andie retorts.
"Yeah. What she said," Damon agrees with his fake girlfriend.
"I have to go to work," She kisses him goodbye.
"Ugh! Bye," He kisses her back, and she walks away. When Stefan sees that the basement door is open, growing worried, he jogs over. Damon also sees it and follows him down into the cellar, seeing it empty. "No, she didn't."

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