The Tragic Love Story of Elijah and Elena

Chapter Twenty Two

Hey guys I know it's been SO long since I've posted a new chapter, and for that I am so so so sorry. There really is no excuse besides school, work, and just being an idiot and forgetting about this book. I am incredibly and deeply sorry, I had a plan that I was going to write chapters twenty two and three and then post chapter twenty two and still have chapter twenty three all ready to post and then work on chapter twenty four, but my plan failed. I honestly don't know where to take this story, and since I always post so infrequently, I forget what has happened in the previous chapters and I forget where I was even going with this story. I am so sorry I let you guys down, I don't want this story to be boring and "cliche", I want some drama and action but I don't know what to do with it. If you could please give me some suggestions, that would be great! I am so sorry I let you guys down, I feel like a failure. Enjoy chapter twenty two!

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It's been two months since we have admitted our feelings to each other, and within these past months this is the happiest I've been in such a long time. So much has happened, and its taken me this long to write about it.

After that night, Elijah and I decided that it would be best to keep our relationship quiet. We waited about three weeks before telling anyone. Caroline was the first one I told, and of course, was ecstatic. She felt horrible for what had happened, and she realized that if the same thing happened with Klaus, she'd want to know.

Elijah wanted to wait to tell Klaus, because he was concerned with how his brother would react. After all, he did try to drain me of my blood to build his own hybrid army.

Hayley, well... she was probably the least enthusiastic of them. She was pissed, and it didn't take long until she decided she was staying with her pack in the cabin for a majority of the time.

But as for the two of us, we spend pretty much every waking moment with each other. The only time we aren't together is when him and Klaus have work to do. Not everyone has been accepting of us, and the people who know aren't big on it. But, screw them. This is the happiest I have been in so long, and he makes me feel safe. Alright, that's it for now.
Until next time,
Elena

I close up my journal and tuck it back under my mattress, making sure it's hidden. I notice that Caroline's bed is empty and made, indicating that she must be with Klaus. I jump off my bed walk into the bathroom brushing my teeth and washing my face. I turn off the light and walk out to my dresser, changing into some leggings and pairing them with a dark green sweater and ankle boots to match. I let my hair out of the bun I slept in, raking my fingers through it.

After I'm finished I slip on my jacket while also grabbing my phone. I've decided I'm going to surprise Elijah and show up earlier than planned. I make my way to the door, opening it and locking it on my way out. I walk down the street and enjoy the steadiness of the morning. People are just waking up and getting on with their day. I then vamp to the Mikaelson mansion, standing at the end of their driveway.

I listen in to see if there's any movement or noise and thankfully there isn't. I start making my way to the door and I turn the knob quietly, praying it doesn't creak. I make it in successfully and look around, scoping out the area. I still don't hear or see anyone. Perfect.

I walk up the stairs and down the hall to his room. I grab the handle and turn it slightly, biting my bottom lip and clenching my jaw as I open it. Please don't creak, please don't creak. I finally push it open and see the original in bed on his back fast asleep. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping and it makes me smile.

I close the door behind me and take off my shoes along with my jacket. I tiptoe my way over to the bed, and notice how his hair is sticking up in different directions, and how his one arm is tucked underneath his head, with the blankets halfway down his torso, revealing his bare and chiseled chest.

After admiring him for another minute, I carefully begin to lift the covers and climbing in next to him. I pull them back up and scoot closer to him. I rest my head as close as i can next to his chest and look up to him, smiling to myself.

With his eyes still closed, a smile appears across his face as he mumbles a groggily and raspy, "Good morning Elena." Slowly opening his eyes and looking down at me "Good morning." I whisper and giggle as he pulls his arm out from under his head and wraps it around me, pulling me closer and allowing me to rest my head on his chest. "How'd you get in here?" He asks with an unconcerned voice as he kisses the top of my head.

"The front door was unlocked." I say quietly and kiss his cheek, tracing the outline of his perfectly chiseled chest. He lifts my chin and catches my lips in a soft, sweet kiss. I move hand up to his jaw, feeling his rough stubble against my palm, and kiss him back as I just enjoy this moment with him.

Its moments like these that make me grateful for the decision I made. Soon enough he pulls back slightly and kisses my forehead, pulling me closer again. "How did you sleep?" I ask as I play with the short hairs on the back of his head.

"I wasn't sleeping." He says with a smirk dancing along his face. I roll my eyes and cuddle up to him, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. "We all have to sleep at one point, and you were just now." I say and giggle slightly, kissing the base of his neck. "Your hair smells lovely." he whispers into my hair as he twirls a strand of it around his fingers. "Smells of peach."

I smile lightly and bite my bottom lip. "What do you want to do today?" I ask, completely ignoring his comment. He pulls back looking down at me and propping himself up on his elbow, shifting towards me. "It's up to you my sweet." he whispers kissing me slowly. He says that but really it's about what he wants, which doesn't involve moving... and frankly I'm okay with that.

"I'm hungry." I whisper as he starts to place kisses down my jaw and down my neck. I bite my lip hard once he reaches my sweet spot, knowing all too well that he's feeling proud of himself already. "So am I." he mumbles against my skin, his hot breath tickling my neck. "Yeah, I've noticed." I say and swallow hard as he starts to sit up, making his way on top and hovering over me, all while assaulting my neck with kisses.

"Yeah but that's not what I'm talking about." I say and giggle as he places his hands on both sides of the mattress, blocking me in. "And what you're implying is not what I'm implying, so it looks like we both have the same problem." he says as he looks up at me, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. Oh how I adore those lips all too much.

Seeing as I'm not gonna win, I just roll my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him back down to me and capturing his lips in a kiss as my fingers get tangled in his naughty hair. Our lips move in sync as I move one leg up to his waist, his hand sneaking its way down to my thigh and grazing his nails down it gently.

I let out a small and quiet giggle, kissing him back as he nips at my bottom lip, moving down to my jaw. I tug on his hair, earning a small groan from him. In return, he then finds his way down my neck and to that damned sweet spot again.

I whimper slightly, pulling on his hair and shutting my eyes. I can feel him smirk against my skin, proud of what he's achieving. His hands slide up my sweater letting his big, rough, and ice cold hands rest on my waist. His lips move along my shirt's neckline and grabs it with his teeth as he gently pulls at it. "this would probably look better if it was on the floor." he murmurs with that mischievous look in his eye.

"Well just don't-" I open my mouth to say but, too late. He ripped my sweater open! He continues to rip it down the middle and tosses it on the ground, quickly dipping his head back down and kissing my chest. "I liked that sweater! Elijah!" I whine and bite my lip hard when I feel him begin to suck lightly as he makes his way down my stomach. "I'll buy you a new one, better yet I'll buy you an even better one." He mumbles, not even caring or taking interest in the fact that he just ripped my sweater.

And suddenly I find my mind slipping away as he makes his way back up to my sweet spot and captures my lips in a deep and passionate kiss. "You know maybe we should have some breakfast." he says as he pulls away and looks down at me. What? Is he serious?

"W-what?" I whisper as he rolls off of me and sits on the edge of the bed. "Yeah come on I'll make you some breakfast like the gentleman I am." he smirks and stands up walking over to the bedroom window and pulling open the curtains, revealing the morning sun and letting it soak up the darkness of the room. I watch his back muscles move as he pulls the curtains apart and I look down to his waist, how his pajama pants hang perfectly loose around his waist.