Night Time Creatures [Klaus Mikaelson]

60 • Chicago 1938

Chicago 1938
Aliona's P.O.V

It had been three years since my humanity-less ordeal with Klaus. I hated myself everyday, thinking about the lives I'd destroyed. For what? Fun? I shuddered at the thought.

Elijah had taken care of me since then, aiding in my recovery and making sure that I was staying very sturdily on the rails.

My hunger had subsided. The thought of killing sent waves of nausea through me. However I didn't know exactly what to feel about Klaus' reveal.

"She'll hate me now! Why would you turn the girl I love against me!"

The words always played on a loop in my mind. He loved me. 

Elijah barely spoke about those days anymore, he believed that to ignore them would let me move on. However a small part of me didn't want to forget.

"Are you up?" Elijah called through the closed door, knocking at the same time. His words jogged me out of my thoughts as I groaned.

"Why do we need to be up so early?" I asked, rolling over in bed.

"Because Aliona, we have important work to do." He spoke whilst coming into the room, I gasped, making sure I was covered by the duvet. His eyes seemed to dart across the bed in front of him, as if in his mind he was contemplating something. 

"Elijah you pride yourself on being a 'nobleman' yet barge into my room when I'm indecent." I laughed as a small smile tugged at his lips. 

"Well then hurry up and get dressed." He chuckled before walking out of the room, I'd grown to admire Elijah a lot. The way that he dealt with his siblings, the attitude he presented and decorum he seemed to maintain through every aspect of his life. But there was something else...not just admiration...but another type of feeling...

Elijah's P.O.V

I walked out of the room, embarrassed by my own thoughts. The way she lay there only made my feelings for her more prominent. 

However if Niklaus ever found out about this, he'd be sure to kill her and dagger me. 

But I can't help how I feel. Aliona's just too beautiful. I would never admit it to anyone, but even her dark side enticed me in. My mind always seems to flit back to that night three years ago when she kissed me, it was only short. Merely a moment. But her lips, the blood, the feelings it elicited from me.

I stopped on the stairs. 

I couldn't live like this anymore. With these feelings for a girl who didn't know. A part of me wanted to continue walking, let the day play out its course and never see her again. She was in control now. She didn't need me anymore.

But it was almost as if I needed her. 

I turned on the stairs, heading back up to her room.

Aliona's P.O.V

"Elijah!" I gasped as he stepped back into the room, luckily I had my robe still on. 

"Aliona there is something that I must tell you." He began, stepping closer to me as I raised an eyebrow. 

"What is it?" I questioned with a frown, stepping closer to him as well, intrigued.