After School Special

Elena fiddled with her watch on her wrist, checking the time and then looking up at the clock across from her.

It read two thirty in the afternoon. School was almost out for her but she had other plans for half her whole evening, Klaus.

Ever since he realized she was alive and very much human they made a deal. She would give him blood to make his army of hybrids and he didn't threaten or...no better yet harm her brother, Stefan, Damon or her friends.

Four weeks. Four long weeks since she last seen him and she thought it was over. He always asked for two vials, just two completely filled with her blood. He kept the conversation short as she made up her end of the deal, but she was just as equally surprised that it had taken this long.

Her thighs rubbed against each other as she leaned against the empty desk in the classroom she was waiting for him in. Her arms crossed over her front as she waited.

He texted her at eight in the morning to meet her in the English room at two.

What was thirty minutes late?

She glanced at her watch again, her brows came together in thought. Maybe he had forgotten.

And the thought of him forgetting, it was supposed to make her happy. She didn't need to give any more blood now.

But she wasn't going to see him again and that made her sad, almost.

She was used to his teasing, used to the corners of his lips twisting into a smirk, used to his presence, his quiet but demanding presence.

She leaned back, closing her eyes shut as she tried to inhale the cool air.

She'd wait ten more minutes and then she'd leave.

She would leave.

She straightened her head, glancing down at her choice of wear. If he was late, she could go to The Grill tonight, hang out with her friends, even put up with Damon and Stefan hovering over her.

She exhaled, breathing through her nostrils, looking at the clock on the wall. Two forty-five.

Five more minutes.

She waited, shifted as she leaned against the desk, moving her legs over the other, pushing herself to sit up, uncrossing her arms to rest her hands on her thighs.

Five more...

The door opened and then closed shut. She looked up at who entered.

It was him and yet not like she could deny it, her heart thundered wildly in her chest as she saw him; dressed in a long sleeved blue shirt with a deep V line, a long-braided necklace with a feather at the end, black jeans, and boots.

She absentmindedly ran her tongue along her lips, wetting them. He was messing with his shirt, dusting it off or something.

She couldn't really tell.

"Klaus." She spoke up, sitting straighter on the desk as she half shifted to face him and he looked up, his brow arched for a moment, taking in her choice of wear.

A short sleeve red shirt with a hint of cleavage. She wore black leggings with a black skirt.

Not like she put much thought into her outfit this morning, sure she had settled on jeans and just thought to change.

No reason at all.

He stopped, letting his arms hang by his sides. "Ms. Gilbert, I apologize for my lateness. We can get this started if you will and I'll be out of your hair."