The Tragic Love Story of Elijah and Elena

Chapter Twenty One

I am so sorry guys! Look who finally decided to update? This idiot right here. Okay, so I know it's a boring chapter and I have probably just confused you more, but I promise I know what I'm doing! Please enjoy this short, boring, but so cute chapter! (Oh P.s. Tell me what you think of some steamy smut for the next chapter ;) )

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A few weeks later

Caroline and I haven't talked much. She'll tell me when she's leaving and when she's coming back.

Sometimes she asks me if I want anything from the coffee shop, but I just give her she it responses.

I just don't know how to confront this situation. Do I make up with Caroline? Do I talk to Elijah first or do I let him come to me?

No. Elijah hasn't come to me yet, so I'll go to him. I want to talk to him. I don't understand why he did what he did, and I don't believe he actually meant it.

He told me he wanted me and I miss him.

My heart aches for him even though I'm supposed to be angry at him. Is that true love?

When you love them even when you hate them? Do I love him?

I shake my head, running my fingers through my hair and sitting up in bed. I haven't moved yet, and I wasn't planning on it until now.

Once I get up I change into black jeans, a purple tank and a black leather jacket with black booties.

The bed is made and my hair is fixed to looking halfway decent. What do I plan on accomplishing when I talk to him?

I guess I'll find out when I get there. Wait! Do I text him or do I just show up?

After fighting with myself about what to do I finally decide on going there unannounced.

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After vamping there, I see there's no car in the driveway except his. I also can't sense anyone or smell anything except his scent. Good, he's alone.

I walk up to the door and knock lightly. He's going to know I'm here before he even gets to the door.

I wait patiently and a few seconds later the doorknob turns, and there stands a horrible looking Elijah Mikaelson.

He's wearing a button up with his tie loose and his hair a mess. He doesn't look like he's shaved at all, but somehow it's sexy.

He looks shocked to see me, but he runs a hand through his hair, standing up straight. "Elena." He says softly, looking straight at me. "Please, come in." He says and steps aside for me.

"Elijah." I say and swallow hard. "We need to talk." I say and take off my jacket. He takes it from me and puts it on the coat rack. "Can u get you something to drink? Tea or coffee, water?"

I shake my head and turn around to him. "No I'm fine thanks." I say and look up at him. "I'm giving you a chance at explaining yourself because..." I pause and carefully wipe my eye.

"Because after everything I still want to talk and to hopefully make things right. I still want what I wanted before." I choke out a bit.

He steps forward a bit but stops himself. He looks like he wants to wrap me up in his arms and hold me, but I think we both know that's not a good idea right now.

"Please sit down." He says and guides me over to the sofa. "Where do I start? I guess with," he pauses and bites his lip. "I'm so terribly sorry." He says as he sits down on the coffee table across from me.

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I never even intended on dancing with her or doing anything with her. You're the one I want." He goes on and on, never breaking eye contact with me.

"I wish I could erase all of that and even go back further to that day under the gazebo." He says and smirks at me slightly.

"That was when I knew I fancied you." He says and takes my hand.

"Elijah you can't change it. What's done is done. Why did that happen?" I ask and look up at him. "Why?"

"She said she was lonely and tag Niklaus hurt her feelings. I don't know why I was such a bloody idiot for believing her." He mutters, angry at himself.

"But I could take it all back if I could." He says and looks up at me. "Please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. Seeing you hurt made my heart break into millions of pieces." He whispers and moves his hand up to my cheek.

"That doesn't change what happened." I whisper, looking up to him as well.

"I know. But I can't stop thinking about you." He whispers and leans in closer, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Elijah." I whisper and feel my breath hitch. Kiss him Elena. Kiss him.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, biting his lip.

"Elena." He whispers and smirks slightly as I lean in.

Finally, the space between us is no longer and our lips crash into each other's.

He kisses me slowly, placing one hand on my hip and the other one travels from my cheek to my other hip.

I kiss him back and move one hand up to his cheek, the other one to his hair. His scruff is rough against my skin, but I could care less.

I've craved this. I pull him closer, and his arms wrap around me tightly. He picks me up as he stands and holds me by my thighs.

After a heated make out session, he sets me down and looks me in the eye, both of us panting.

"I'm sorry for everything Elena. I know what I want. Maybe we can go away just the two of us and just sort everything out." He whispers and kisses my nose.

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. I stand on my toes, feeling his arms wrap around my back. His embrace is so warm and comforting.