Into the Deep End

Four:

Elena woke from her slumber, rolling over and used a pillow to block out the sun rays, she groaned as her body felt sore.

Then all the memories of past two night came flooding back, Elena sat upright- she slept with Klaus Mikaelson, she begged him to make her forget.

About Stefan, the car driving off the bridge and Stefan leaving her to die.

It worked, until she thought about it but, it didn't affect her as much as she thought it would.

And yet, even though she should feel ashamed for sleeping with the guy that killed Jenna, that threatened not only her life and the lives of her friends and family, but it also felt right; like the universe was finally on their side.

Sighing, Elena leaned against the headboard of the bed, for a homicidal Original Hybrid- he had a seemingly normal bedroom. Though there were a few antiques that Carol Lockwood would love to get her hands on, especially the chest at the foot of the bed.

Elena had expected Klaus to come in any moment to demand her to leave as the moment they shared last night was just a one-time deal, so she reached for her discarded clothing only to remember that most of her clothing was unwearable due to Klaus's impulse of ripping the material, though the only wearable article of clothing was her underwear and socks.

And she was pretty sure Klaus was too much of a gentleman to allow her to walk out with nothing but her underwear and socks, even though she believed he would love the sight.

Her original clothing were washed and neatly folded at the end of the bed, the necklace, Rebekah's necklace laid on top.

Elena threw on a random shirt, it barely covered her ass, and it smelt of Klaus; his cologne of sandalwood, cloves and something sweet – vanilla?

It smelt warm and inviting, like she could find comfort there.

Klaus, warm and inviting? Now I really lost it.

Making her way downstairs, following the scent of freshly brewed coffee- Elena paused as Klaus was reading the latest 'gossip' column in Mystic Falls newspaper, a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee were in front of him, he seemed rather normal if you didn't know the truth.

"You're staring, love,"

"Sorry,"

Klaus glanced up from the newspaper, observing her and immediately noticed the shirt, his scent was all over Elena – and he liked it, though he didn't know why.

"Is that my shirt?" He asked, pushing the pancakes and coffee towards her.

"Yes," Elena replied, taking a sip of the coffee as the sweet, dark liquid called for her. "Someone apparently ripped the pretty dress I wore, last night."

Wait. Sweet?

She felt her scar, Klaus's scar – the one that he reopened begin to slowly heal.

No wonder why the coffee is sweet, Elena thought, as her eyes landed on Klaus's wrist and could see some dried blood. He added some of his blood to it.

"Really?" Klaus humoured, smirking behind his own cup of coffee, though it seemed more crimson – blood. "How dare he."

"How do you know it was a 'he'?" Elena teased back, earning a raised eyebrow from Klaus. "Could've had been a 'she'."

"Eat your pancakes," Klaus huffed, turning back to the newspaper. "I'll drop you off at home so that you can go to school."

"Right... school," Elena replied, glancing at the pancakes and now she didn't feel hungry. "About last night -"