breaking the bond [ elena , the mikaelson brothers ] ✔️

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Elena sat in her hotel room just outside of New York. She had just narrowly escaped Damon, yet again. Elena stopped at a drugstore and picked a few things to help disguise herself. The doppelganger went into her small hotel bathroom and brought the bag with her, pulling out a box of blonde hair dye and a small box of blue contacts and got to work. Elena rinsed her hair and curled it after it dried.

Elena stared in the mirror and admired her handiwork. Her hair was a soft honey blonde, and her eyes were a shade of blue that would rival Damon's eyes. She sprayed herself down with a bitter smelling perfume to help mask her scent, hoping to detour her sire as much as possible. Elena packed what little items she brought with her and checked out of the hotel. She hopped into the car she recently compelled from a local person and sped of; her next stop being Canada. 

Elena's mind programmed to survive. Losing Jeremy was the last straw to her painful lie; she couldn't let herself to feel anymore. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Jeremy's body lying on the floor of her childhood home. Elena had a grim flicker of relief knowing that the house was gone. She would never have to walk through that door again without thinking that her parents, Jenna, or Jeremy were waiting for her to get home from school. Elena lost every shred of humanity she had when Damon made her flip the switch. For once in Elena's life, she was utterly along, and she hadn't been happier. Well, as happy as you could be without emotions. 

Before Elena knew it, she was approaching the Quebec border where she compelled the guard to let her through, and she was in Canada. She drove until the gas tank was almost empty, refueling as she hit the heart of Quebec. Elena rented a hotel room at the Hilton, wanting comfort and convenience. 

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Elena spent the better part of the week wandering the city, preying on innocent people. She had a bloodlust that she couldn't seem to contain in close quarters. However, Elena was extremely careful not to leave any bodies in her wake. Snatch, eat, erase. She didn't want to draw unwanted attention to herself, ultimately alerting Damon of her whereabouts. 

On day five of being in Quebec, Elena found herself at one of Quebec's many dance clubs. She found herself a small comfort in being around humans; not for food, but for the carefree attitude they all seemed to exhibit. 

Elena had been dancing with a taller guy, and she was enjoying his hands on her body. She pulled him down and looked him in the eyes saying, "You won't scream, and you won't remember any of this." She sunk her fang into his neck, and he lounged in her arms as she drank greedily. When he became limp in her arms, she retracted her fangs and allowed him to stumble out of the crowd. 

After having her fill of humans and closing down the nightclub, Elena made her way back to her hotel with heels in her hand. She had the oddest feeling that someone was watching her, but she shook it off as she entered the elevator. Elena pressed the number to her floor and waited for the doors to shut as, tapping her foot impatiently as the minutes passed. She looked out of the elevator to see that no one was in the lobby. Elena ducked back in and pressed her floor again, frustrated once again when the doors didn't close. 

Elena finally gave up and left the elevator, heading for the stairs. She opened the door and went inside, starting up the long trek to her room when it suddenly went dark. Elena immediately stopped and fell into a defensive crouch on the stairs as she saw a flurry of movement above her and growled. "Damon, if this is you idea of trying to scare my emotions back on, it's obviously not working.

"A Salvatore? Do you think a Salvatore would rig up such an exciting chase, darling?"

The voice shook away Elena's earlier revelation. Elena looked to where the voice came from and smiled as the lights flickered back on. "Kol Mikaelson, how lovely to see you again."

Kol returned her smile and made his way down the stairs, stopping in front of her. "Immortality suits you, darling. Now, why would you think Damon Salvatore is after you?"

"Damon's angry that I don't want to turn my humanity back on," Elena said, coming toe to toe with the Original. "He's even more angry that the sire bond is broken, and he can't control me anymore."

"Elena Gilbert without her humanity," Kol appraised as he grabbed her by the waist. "Here I thought you were too good for me."

She weighed the situation, thinking of how this could benefit her. If she rejected Kol, he could rip her heart out before she has time to blink. If she accepted his offer, maybe she could have the aid of an Original to escape Damon.

Elena wrapped her arms around his neck, smirking as she pulled him tighter against her lithe body. "Nothing is too good for you, Kol. Now, let's have some fun."