My One And Only - Klena

Chapter 1

This is another other fanfiction I am currently rewriting and slowly republishing so it is already written.
-Elena's POV-

I wore a white pair of jeans with a loose shirt that fell off my shoulder.  For a while, I have to be cautious as I walked around the city. It's not like he can kill me, but that man terrifies me. The thought of being in front of him just sends shivers down my spine.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It's been five years since I've been turned into a vampire. Yet it's still unbelievable. My eyes glowed a golden color and I bore my fangs at the same time. No so scary, is it? I'm pathetic. 

The man who runs this town, Marcel is insane. He's running a town with the fear of the witches and the control of the vampires. So why is it that Klaus is here?

After making sure I was ready, I made my way to a party and stood by the entrance filled with people. Everyone fancy costumes, but I'm here to try and find what it is that has this town under control. How is it that Marcel managed to control all the witches around here? 

I know the risk of Klaus being here, of him trying to gain control of this town like he does every place. It wouldn't be a surprise to see him there. So I have to keep to myself and remain calm. I stepped up to the man managing the invitations and showed him mine before I was let it. 

Just as expected, I saw the original hybrid standing in front of the entrance with a cup of what smelled like scotch in hand. He spoke to who I presume was no other than Rebekah Mikaelson. I tried to look around, avoiding him. Marcel. Marcel. Where is he? What does he look like?

I was grabbed by my arm and dragged away from the whole party. I was caught off guard and the liquor I held in hand fell on the floor. "Hey, what's going on?!" I kicked and kicked but it was of no use. I was dragged into an empty room with nothing but a chair. There stood a vampire and others behind him. 

"Marcel, this is the woman who killed one of our men just this morning." he pushed me over to them and the whole place went quiet.

The dark skinned man raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. I sighed and stood straight. "I only did it in self-defense. He was the one who bumped into me." I spat out, looking around at how they all stared at me. Crossing my arms, I waited for him to say something.

"I see... sweetheart, tell me, when did you get here?" he said, a weird smile never leaving his face. Creepy... I smiled back and batted my eyelashes. 

"Just this morning, why? You wanted to give me a tour of the place?" I joked and rolled my eyes. Tucking my hair under my ear, getting bored. From the back door, I could sniff out who was coming in and tried to avoid eye contact with Klaus Mikaelson.

"Funny how you come into my town and immediately kill one of my guys." He seemed pretty mad.

I rolled my eyes. "What are you gonna do about it? People die; get over it" I said, not even caring to what he was saying.

He chuckled and pulled out a wooden dagger. Ummm... ok, no one's going to ask why the hell he's carrying a freaking wooden dagger? I backed up. "People die right, you might die and no one would care either so don't worry about it." he smiled and I sighed.

"Go right ahead, if it works you tell me." I put my hands away from my chest and closed my eyes waiting for him to do it. I heard him approach me and I stopped him right away. "On the other hand, I kinda really like this shirt, I've got my one pair of white pants on too. No hard feelings right?" I smiled and pushed him away. Playing around with the wooden dagger I had stolen from him.

"This is really, really, sharp. It could hurt someone..." I said as I looked around the room. Klaus somehow looked, shocked if I say. Oh, God... I forgot I was supposed to keep this original vampire thing a secret. Facepalming, I dropped the dagger and sighed loudly. Looking around, I smiled at everyone.

"Go on...party on, I'll be leaving now." I smiled and waved at everyone heading for the exit. Avoiding the two guys dashing my way as I skipped outside the mansion. Here I thought I was going to have some fun. Might as well move somewhere else.

Pulling my phone out, I look through places where I could go. Hmm... Most of them seem boring. where to go, where to go? My thinking was stopped by someone suddenly grabbing my arm. "What the-" I turned around and saw a dark-haired tall man. "Elijah." I breathed out. "Of course... if Klaus is in town; the eldest brother would be around fixing his messes."

I ran my hand through my hair once he let go of my arm. Sighing, he stared at me. "You haven't aged a day... what happened?" he asked even though he already knew the answer. I looked down at the floor and glanced up at him.

"Five years ago... your mother came back. I don't know how but she attacked me and made me what I am today." I forced a smile. Trailing off to another side of the story. "Somehow causing my doppelgänger blood to trigger something, making me a hybrid." I slightly giggled and looked at his serious face.

He slightly tilted his head. "....Making you the second original hybrid," he said and I nodded. Running my hand through my hair, I checked the time. "Does my brother know about this?" 

"No. You think I'd tell you brother that?" I laughed and looked around the floor. Sitting down by a bench, I looked down at my feet. "Damon and Stefan.. they-" I choked on my own breath and tried to hold in my tears. "They know... I mean, of course, they do... But they couldn't handle the truth. Damon continued to call me a 'Klaus jr.' It's funny, really." I forced a smile. Tears finally finding their way past my eyes. 

Elijah's eyes were clouded by pity and sat beside me. "You don't need to talk about it." He leaned against the bench and looked up. "You've been through a lot. Elena, running away from all that trouble can be exhausting..." he spoke and I couldn't help but laugh.

"A big thousand-year nap wouldn't hurt.." I joked and leaned on the beach as well. Lifting my stilettos to have a look at my feet, I giggled.