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LOST 5

The look on her face when Klaus told her he was sterile! First the stunned shock, and then the disgust.

He would have told her himself eventually—it wasn't something he would have been able to keep secret from her for ever! But he had intended waiting until she was his wife and he was more sure of her. He knew now he would never get the chance.

'Elijah?'

His body tensed before he turned to face Klaus, pain etched into his face. 'Come to make another few stab wounds, Klaus?' he returned harshly. 'I shouldn't bother if I were you, the wounds you've already made will eventually be fatal. Slowly but surely.'

'Hell, Elijah.' Klaus propelled himself fully into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. 'Sometimes you make me so damned angry I could—'

'You already did,' he drawled. 'Can't you see the blood?'

He knew Elena would never consider marrying him now, that she believed he only wanted her so that he could make Richard his own. Maybe that was true in a way, but not the way—

'It was because of Caroline,' Klaus reasoned. 'She could get killed defending us. How would you feel if it were Elena?'

Elijah had been sure he couldn't feel any worse than he did right now, but the renewed thought of Elena being dead filled him with cold dread. 'Klaus, until a few minutes ago I had no idea you were in love with Caroline—'

'I'm not,' Klaus denied heatedly.

'You forgot yourself earlier, Klaus,' Elijah told him huskily, 'and admitted that you did. But I hired Caroline to do a job; I had no idea your boorish temper where she was concerned hid much deeper feelings.'

'You and Elena think you're so damned smart, don't you!' he glared. 'Yes, I love Caroline. But I'm not going to do a thing about it.'

'I thought you already had,' his brother drawled.

Klaus flushed angrily. 'It isn't funny, Elijah,' he rasped resentfully.

'I couldn't agree more,' Elijah sobered. 'But do you really want to live the way I have the past six years, loving a woman you had denied yourself, seeing her married to someone else?'

'God, no!' Klaus groaned at the thought.

"Then marry her yourself,' he advised heavily. 'Before someone else does.'

'Elijah. . .' Klaus said slowly. 'Elijah, six years ago, why did you—'

'Go and see Caroline now,' he instructed harshly. 'And don't worry about Elena and me. I was never meant to have her.'

'Elijah—'

'Klaus, for God's sake go!' he rasped forcefully. 'Unless you would enjoy seeing a grown man cry?'

Klaus looked at him searchingly for several minutes before turning his chair and leaving.

Cry? God, he wasn't going to—

At that moment Elijah did something he hadn't done since he fell off his bicycle at six years old, and no one was more surprised than he to feel the dampness on his cheeks.

'Elena?'

She turned to look at Caroline, sitting up on the bed to push the hair from her face. 'Yes?' she asked sharply, not feeling in the mood to make polite conversation.

The other woman looked uncomfortable. 'Klaus was worried about you—'

'So he sent you,' Elena sighed. 'Why didn't he come himself?'