The Tragic Love Story of Elijah and Elena

Chapter Twenty-Three

I sigh and sit up in the bed, shaking my head. He is such a tease. I swing my legs to the side of the bed, standing up and walking over to him. "Um there's one problem. Someone got too carried away like two seconds ago and now I don't have a shirt." I say as I cross my arms over my chest, feeling slightly uncomfortable and a bit insecure. I've been naked in front of him before, and I'm still in my bra right now but he's still so intimidating sometimes.

He turns around with a huge smirk playing on his face, his hair a mess, the sun from the window shining in behind him. "You can borrow one of mine" he simply replies as he goes over to his dresser and pulls out a white t-shirt. I throw it on and feel his hands snake around my waist, his face buried in my neck. "My clothes look better on you than they do on me." he murmurs as he places a kiss on my neck. "I highly, highly doubt that." I giggle as I turn around in his arms and smile. This is like a dream.

He throws on a shirt as well and we head downstairs to the kitchen, I sit on one of the stools of the island. "So, Mr. Mikaelson, what are you going to cook for me?" I ask with a smile on my face. "I was thinking eggs and bacon, or is that too... cliché? Maybe pancakes?" He says as he opens the cupboards and glances back at me. "What about waffles?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "That wasn't one of the options, but for you, anything." he says as he pulls out the ingredients to make waffles and the waffle maker. I giggle slightly, knowing that I chose something that wasn't one of the options but I like to be difficult sometimes.

He cooks me waffles and adds strawberries and blueberries to the top with whip cream. He places the plate down in front of me, pours both of us a glass of milk and sits down next to me. "It smells amazing!" I point out as I spread the butter on and pour the syrup. Cutting into them I take a bite and taste the sweetness of the waffles. "Mmm, these are so good." I say with a mouthful of food. "Don't talk with your mouth full." he says with a small smile on his face. "I didn't know you knew how to cook." I say as I swallow the bite I took.

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We spent the whole day together. Hayley is still staying at the cabin with her wolf pack, and today Klaus and Caroline were out all day. Today was perfect. A whole day of a completely different side of Elijah Mikaelson that I have never seen before. I never knew this side even existed. But I love it, nonetheless. It's not closed off or reserved, but more open and outgoing. Soft and funny. How does he keep this side so suppressed and hidden?

"What's going on in that head of yours?" he asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. We were laying on the couch cuddling, him sitting against the arm of the couch, me laying between his legs. He was playing with my hair, twirling pieces around his fingers and running them through it. I look up at him and smile, shrugging as he leans down and places a kiss on my nose.

"I was just thinking about how I've never seen this side of you. It's completely different than the Elijah I'm used to. So much different than the one I met in that abandoned house with Rose and Trevor." I say as I turn back and rest my head on his chest. "Because I let you in," he says pausing for a moment. "I don't let people in." he says softly, almost a whisper, like he's afraid of admitting it. Afraid of it becoming a reality when he finally says it out loud. I look down at my feet and then turn back to look at him. "Elijah." I say softly, swallowing hard. He had this look in his eyes like he was waiting for my response, afraid of the outcome. He always has such a poker face on but this was one the few times I saw real raw emotion from him.

"I understand. I feel like I let people in too often. I mean, I love Stefan and Damon, but since they came into my life so much has happened. I barely knew Stefan, but I felt like I still knew him in some way, and I let him in so easily. Same thing with Damon. I was so in love with Stefan that I didn't care what he was and one thing led to another. Now here I am, a vampire." I ramble on and on, finally letting it all out. It was true though. I love them but my life has gotten so messy since I met them. I now feel bad for spilling out all of my emotions when we were talking about his own. "I'm sorry." I say and sigh as I look down and bite my lip.

"Don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. You didn't ask for any of that, and when we're in love, we can do crazy things. Love is very powerful, Elena." he says as he lifts my chin and turns my head to him. He looks down into my eyes, and I feel our foreheads rest against each other. I feel us getting closer as our lips are only inches away, I can feel his hot breath. I can't help but feel like he was talking about us when he mentioned love. I think I love him. I mean what else can it be? I can't love him already though, and he probably wasn't referring to us. He probably meant Katherine or something. Definitely not us.

Either way, his stare is burning right through me, those intense, dark chocolate eyes piercing into mine. He looks amazing. His always perfectly styled hair is still slightly messy, and his scruff is so sexy. Everything about him is sexy right now. I finally close the gap between us and press my lips against his, kissing him slowly. He reacts immediately and kisses me back, wrapping an arm around my waist and bringing me onto his lap. I move my hands to his face holding it in my hands and moving one to his hair, of course. As he rests his hands on my waist I feel him smile against my lips and I can't help but do the same. He nibbles on my bottom lip slightly and moves his hands down to my thighs, squeezing them gently. I quietly moan into his mouth and he tangles his one hand in my hair, pulling slightly, causing my head to go back allowing him full access to my neck. He attacks with small kisses and love bites.

I bite my lip in pleasure and let out another moan, knowing all too well that he fully enjoys when he gets these reactions out of me as I can feel him smirk against my neck along with his hot breath beating on it. His breathing is slightly heavy, and I can feel him under me harden. He stands up swiftly from the couch, still holding me by my thighs. "I think we need to take this to my bedroom." he says as he vamps us upstairs and to his room, slamming the door shut by pressing my into it. He lets my legs go and lifts up my shirt off my waist and over my arms and head, tossing it on the floor. "Oh so you'll rip off my shirt but when I'm wearing one of yours you'll take it off nicely?" I say as I look up at him. That is totally unfair. He smirks confidently and kisses me softly. "Wouldn't want my shirt getting ruined now would we? Then you wouldn't be able to wear it again." he says with the smirk growing bigger. "You could just buy a new one." I say as I rip his shirt off, taking in his chiseled chest and torso, grinning to myself. God, he's hot. "You did not just do that." He grabs the back of my neck with some of my hair entangled in his hand. He kisses me deeply and turns me around, tossing me onto the bed. "I think I did." I say knowing that drove him crazy. He shakes his head, walking over to me and climbing on top of me.

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Hello guys!! It has been so long! So much has happened in my life in these past few years and if I'm gonna be completely honest I didn't want to write at all. I had no motivation and I was really depressed. I didn't know where to go with this story because of the fact that they're down in New Orleans the originals lives have changed drastically. and then I had personal stuff going on in my own life and I just didn't want to continue. Lately though, I have been reading some fanfic after all these years (criminal minds fanfic actually bc I freaking love that show) and it made me think about my story. Then I started getting a lot of comments to update and it shocked me because I didn't know anyone still read my story or even cared. but seeing your guys' comments after all these years gave me some hope back. your dedication and love for this story has made me want to write again. I don't know how often it will be though, as I am now 20 years old, turning 21 on friday (the 6th) and I have a full time job. but I will try my damnedest (is that how you spell it? lol) to keep writing! Thank you guys for sticking around. Much love. xx