Elena crashed through the trees angrily, slapping branches out of the way as she stomped on the leaves and twigs that were scattered across the forest floor. As she approached the house, she heard footsteps in front of her coming out of the house. After living in a house with him and his siblings, she'd easily learned to distinguish their footsteps.
"Don't talk to me." she growled, speeding up slightly.
"You should know by now, lovely, that I do not do anything that anyone tells me to do." He replied easily, his voice as light and careless as ever.
Her head snapped up and she narrowed her eyes at him as her hands found her hips. He stopped short, recognizing that famous Petrova look instantly. The three women, Tatia, Katerina, and Elena, were nothing alike in many ways. But when they got angry, that fire came out in them and they were a force to be reckoned with. He recognized it at the sacrifice when she told him to go to hell. Elena glared at him, furious over what had just happened. He was dry and dressed in a light grey shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants, and black boots.
One second they were kissing, the next second she was alone in the lake. She whirled around, looking everywhere for him. He was nowhere to be seen. Elena gaped openly as she waded through the water. He left. Just like that. For no reason at all other than the fact that they were kissing. And he left!
"You cannot have a good reason for leaving me there you egotistical, callous, monstrous, cold, disgusting, shitty, fucking..." He cut her off with his finger on her lips.
"Your brother is here." He said, effectively ending her rant.
"What?" she asked, her panic level rising.
"I thought you heard as well and you were going to follow me. I suppose my superior hybrid senses let me hear it when you didn't." he explained, smirking egotistically.
She glared at him.
"Don't let your head get too big." She retorted, pushing past him to walk inside as her hands began to shake nervously.
Suddenly she was whirled around to face him.
"Just for the record, lovely, I did not leave because we were kissing." He whispered, his mouth inches from hers.
She simply let out a soft sigh, encouraging him to allow their lips to meld together once again. She tangled her hands in his soft hair as his hands gripped her hips. They both felt a loss when she pulled away.
"When this is over, you and I are going to have to talk." She whispered before turning to walk into the house.
Jeremy was there like Klaus said. But what he hadn't told her was that Damon and Stefan were there as well. And they looked furious.
"For the last time, I'm not compelled!" she shouted, feeling as though they'd gone round this tree at least ten times in the last thirty minutes.
Oh wait, that's because they had. After getting the initial conversation with Jeremy over with, with her little brother barely containing his fury over how his sister was changed, the Salvatores decided to dig in with their anger finally bursting forth from them.
"How would you know?" Damon demanded, glaring at her.
Elena couldn't straight up tell them that she was on vervain. Esther and Finn were somewhere in the house and they would hear. Luckily, the Original family had put on a show of leaving them in 'privacy' even though they could hear every word. They would have been able to hear it without super hearing considering that Elena, Damon, and Stefan were all yelling at the tops of their lungs.
"Elena look at what's going on! You would never be... kissing... Klaus willingly!" Stefan said, spitting out the word 'kissing' like it was venomous.
