this is where i'll be waiting for you ➳ klaus mikaelson [ the vampire diaries ]

2.01 | over a century ago

question of the chapter: what's your least favourite season of tvd?

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Astoria swallowed tightly as she stared ahead at the man before her, curling her fingers against her palms and digging her nails into her skin. Maybe it was just her, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop following the threat to her life. It was like everything had gone still as she tried to plan her next move.

She always knew Elijah would prove to be a problem. How couldn't he? His entire world revolved his younger brother, someone who Astoria had wrapped around her finger the moment they met. Naturally, he would be curious about her. She didn't know why he didn't like her, she was never able to figure it out, perhaps it's because he always knew she would cause a situation like the one they were in now.

One that Astoria didn't know how to get out of. She couldn't step foot out of her home, the second that she did she would have no protection from Elijah. She could wait him out, if they were about to run again then they would have to leave soon, but she wasn't safe inside either. Elijah could burn the place. She had seen Katherine do it before. But what she should've done was looked away from Elijah. Or remember that she no longer wore vervain.

"You, Astoria, are going to do exactly what I say," Elijah spoke so gently, like he was just giving her simple advice."Go to the kitchen. Get a knife."

Astoria's eyes widened slightly as the compulsion set in. She didn't want to do as he said, everything inside of her told her not to, but what she wanted didn't matter. In that moment, she had no choice but to obey. She turned to her left, taking a few steps to the small kitchenette and pulling a knife out of the stand and walking back to him slowly.

Astoria inhaled sharply. She didn't know what he wanted her to do with it, but it couldn't be good. He already threatened her. She didn't think it would come to this. She wondered where Klaus was. Elijah said he sent him to get her, did that mean Klaus wanted her alive? If Elijah hurt her, Klaus would be angry. They both knew it.

"What are you doing Elijah?" Astoria asked shakily. She didn't know what the best approach was. Part of her wanted to stand tall and seem more confident than she actually was to stand up to him, another part wondered if he would take pity on her if she showed fear and remorse.

"My brother has walls as high as the sun, yet you managed to bring them down to the ground," Elijah replied, avoiding her question."With nothing but your lies."

"I didn't lie to him," Astoria was quick to correct him.

Everything that she told him was based in some version of the truth. Even her feelings towards him were. If she lied, he would be able to pick up on it.

"No?" Elijah raised an eyebrow."What would you call pretending to care about him then?"

"I did not care about him at first, after he deceived me," Astoria reminded him."I wanted to know if who he pretended to be was apart of him. That is not a lie. And yes, maybe while I was doing that I decided to try and help my sister, but somehow, sometime. . . I fell in love with him."

Astoria didn't regret the words that came out of her mouth though she didn't know if she was only okay saying them now because they were true or because she would do whatever possible to try and save her life. She thought that she would regret it. She spent the last few weeks trying to convince herself otherwise, that it wasn't possible. She couldn't love such a horrible person. Astoria saw it as a betrayal to Katherine. But ever since she learned about what Katherine did, it didn't matter. She couldn't betray someone who was never loyal to her in the first place. Klaus was. He had been completely devoted to her ever since she arrived in New Orleans with him. He would do anything for her, he set aside his own ego, he did what she asked, and went out of his way to make her happy. She liked being around him. She was happy when she was, carefree. Being with him felt right. And she threw that all away.