Claire Forbes had everything a girl in a small town like Mystic Falls could want. A boyfriend, popularity, beauty and the best of friends. Everyone always knew they were going to have a good time when the party girl of Mystic Falls shows up.
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"Are you going to talk to me or are you going to keep giving me the silent treatment?" Claire asked coming into her room while drying her hair. She had just gotten out of the shower and Elijah was standing beside Madelyn's crib watching her sleep.
"I'm not giving you the silent treatment" He tells her calmly. Claire scoffs, rolling her eyes.
"You haven't said a word to me since you saw Henrik... That was last night." Claire said. Elijah sighed looking up at her. Despite the hard expression on her face he could see the hurt in her eyes causing his face to soften. He walks over to her and pulls her into a gentle hug. She nestles her head in his chest, he presses a gentle kiss on her head.
"I'm sorry" He whispers. "I've just been thinking a lot" He muttered.
"That's fine, Elijah." Claire whispered before pulling her head back. She grabs his face moving it so he was looking at her. "It's ok to think and to process things but it's not ok to just not talk to me" She told him.
Elijah doesn't respond at first. Claire searches his eye for any clue to what he was thinking but she honestly didn't know. She wasn't used to it. She was used to being able to read people but she couldn't with Elijah, not yet at least.
"Tyler and I got together a while ago. I fell in love with him very quickly and the feelings were mutual... at first." She said stepping away from him. Elijah's hands slip off of her as she walks around the room, his eyes trained on her the entire time. "Obviously, Tyler has always had a temper, because of the curse" Elijah nods sitting on her bed not interrupting her. "And sometimes I can have a temper as well and it always seemed to come out when his came out. We had just as man fights as we had good times. Sometimes the fights were just screaming other times they were worse."
"How much worse?" Elijah questioned when she took a long pause. Claire sighed running a had through her hair. Elijah shifted in his seat.
"Sometimes the fights got... physical." She muttered but he heard it clear as day. His fists clenched and his eyes darkened. "Nothing too serious, to me at least. He has a couple of scars from when I got a little too crazy" She laughs nervously hoping she could lighten the mood. Elijah's face stays stone cold.
Elijah stands and paces in front of her. Claire shifts her weight from foot to foot. His silence made her anxiety spike higher and higher. Eventually, she couldn't take the silence anymore and she stepped in his pacing path forcing him to stop.
"Talk to me Elijah" She begs grabbing his hands but he pulls away from her. She pouts and takes a step away from him. He eyes soften but they harden as he remembers what she's told him.
Every atom in his being screamed at him to find Tyler Lockwood and rip him limb from limb. The only thing that was stopping him from doing that very thing was the beautiful woman in front of him. He knew she would be angry with him if he killed Tyler and every second that passed he struggled to stay in the room.
