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Careful Elena, Someone Might Start to Think You Care - Part 10

Elijah’s arm rested on the hood of the car as he examined the bar exterior. It had taken remarkably little time to locate the name of the establishment where one might find a person holding a specific set of skills. It was amazing, really, how a little money could loosen even the stiffest of tongues. Tracking down one mercenary had been simple, and since it seemed they all knew of each other the man had recognized the signature kill shot of one of his competitors.

“Should we tell her?” Klaus felt the weight of his phone.

“Tell her what?” Elijah slid his hands into his pockets. “We don’t know anything yet.” He nodded to the door with narrowed eyes. “This man is merely the weapon, and I want to know who pulled the trigger.”

“Could be anyone who wants to see my mission fail?”

“You don’t think it’s about Elena?” Elijah glanced at his brother as they stepped into the bar.

“What enemies could she possibly have?” Klaus scoffed. “Aside from myself of course.”

“Well,” Elijah shrugged, “she’s not fond of Rebekah either.”

They made their way to the bar and asked after their target only to be pointed towards a booth in a darkened corner. With their enhanced senses they could easily see the scantily clad blonde draped across the lounging man’s lap. He was clearly in his element in fitted jeans and a leather jacket. He oozed confidence and put the brothers in mind of Damon with his cocky smirk.

The man cast them a disinterested gaze as they approached the table. His hand settled on the woman’s lower back.

“Sorry gents; I’m not conducting business today.”

“I think you’ll talk to us,” Elijah cocked an eyebrow. He cast the man a self-assured smile; he would talk to them whether it was his idea or not.

The man turned slightly to give them a better look. His eyes flickered between the pair. He might not have been comfortable in fancier clothing but he recognized what was at least a nine thousand dollar suit, high end watch, and expensive shoes; the man radiated wealth and power. The other was dressed in a far more casual manner, but his clothes were designer.

He sat up and pushed the woman away; she left in a bit of a huff.

Elijah stepped aside to let her pass and took a seat.

“You two looking to hire?”

Klaus’ mouth lifted in his trademark smirk as he slid into the booth beside the mercenary who couldn’t hold a candle to him.

“We do our own killing, mate.” He enjoyed the way the man’s heart stuttered with sudden fear. Good, he’s got a sense of self-preservation.

“We have some questions for you,” Elijah held in his sigh. He reached into his pocket and extracted a photograph he had taken from the Gilbert house; Elena, Jeremy and their parents smiled up from the glossy paper, but he wasn’t looking at them. “Do you recognize him?” He pointed to Jeremy.

Elijah watched the shift in the man’s eyes and heard the stutter of his heart. Word had it that Roan Bosc was the best in the business, but the best in the business definitely needed to work on his poker face.

“Never met him before in my life,” Roan cleared his throat.

“That’s not what he asked, mate,” Klaus chuckled.

“We know you killed him,” Elijah leaned back and tapped the table. “We want to know who hired you.”

Roan’s eyes darted to the picture before finding Elijah’s gaze again. There was something dangerous behind the mild exterior, but he held his ground.

“I don’t squeal on clients.” His heart leapt into his throat when his own blade was pressed to his carotid artery. He followed the line of the arm and wondered how and when the blonde man had taken his knife.

“You can give us the name,” Klaus smiled as if they were discussing the weather, “or you can bleed out in this booth.”

“Niklaus,” Elijah breathed. He could feel the tension headache only his siblings were capable of summoning forming behind his eyes. “What happened to compulsion?”

“This is more fun,” Klaus shrugged. He locked eyes with Roan and tilted his head.

“The name mate.”

“I,” he inhaled slowly through his nose, “don’t squeal on clients.” If word got out that he gave up a client he’d never get work again, but if he didn’t give them something he’d never breathe again.

Elijah followed his pointed look to the picture. It took him a second to realize that the man wasn’t looking at Jeremy.

Klaus noticed his look a second later and followed the line of his eyes.

“Her?”

Elijah turned the picture around. Three of the four people were dead.

“Elena?”

“Or someone who looks like her,” Klaus flipped the knife closed. Part of him was itching to kill the man but dealing with the rest of the bar was not on his to do list that day.

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Klaus glanced over his shoulder as Elijah emerged after having compelled the man to forget their encounter and faces. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and nodded to the car.

“The plane’s waiting for us,” he opened the driver’s side door. “Are you coming?”

Elijah didn’t move. His eyes were focused on the photograph in his hand.

“I’ll catch up with you in Mystic Falls.”

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She crossed the kitchen of her homey New York apartment and pulled open the door. Her annoyed scowl turned to a brilliant grin when she saw her midnight guest.

“If I’d known you were coming I would have answered the door in a little less fabric,” she purred.

He stepped around her into the apartment. Normally he would have shed his jacket by now but he kept it in place.

“What’s going on?” She closed the door and tucked her dark hair behind her ear.

“Did you kill Jeremy Gilbert?”

“Of course not,” she scoffed. “That’s completely ridiculous.”

“Did you compel a man named Roan Bosc to do it for you?”

“I…”

Elijah could feel his annoyance flaring and made note of the way she wasn’t quite meeting his eyes. Her mouth had popped open in shock; it was clear she hadn’t expected him to know the name.

“You did.” He shook his head. He couldn’t find it in him to be disappointed. He wanted to feel shocked but the emotion never came.

“Yes,” Katherine crossed her arms defiantly, “I did. Why do you care?” She looked him over slowly. “His own sister doesn’t even care.”

“She does care,” he snapped, “and so do I. She’s a girl fated to live the same life you’ve endured, and now thanks to you the last of her family is gone. You’ve taken her brother just as your family was taken from you. Why?”

Katherine bristled under his glare and scowled.

“You’re looking at me like you think I enjoyed it.” She shook her head and huffed. “Jeremy Gilbert was collateral damage. I did what I had to do to survive.”

“Excuse me?” His gaze was full of disbelief.

Had she truly just called him collateral damage?

“Oh come on,” her voice put him in mind of Damon. It was the same tone the elder Salvatore used when he thought the knowledge should have been common. “Everybody has heard about Elena and Kol.”

He couldn’t dispute the accusation; he’d practically caught them in the act.

She nodded when he didn’t say anything.

“Do you really think Klaus wouldn’t have set his sights on me? He hates me and would have gleefully used the cure on me instead.”

“I’m surviving Elijah,” she stepped closer and let her arms fall to her sides. “It’s what I do.”

His eyes fell to her hand when it landed on his sleeve in a familiar gesture.

“Is that what I am to you?” His eyes sought her suddenly pale face. “A means of survival.”

Her reply came a little too fast along with her heartbeat.

“Of course not,” she shook her head quickly. “You looked out for me when nobody else would, and you’ve given me a second chance. I love you, Elijah.” Her heart plummeted at the look in his eye. “You don’t believe me?”

He lowered her hand to her side and shook his head.

“I think it’s my disease,” he exhaled slowly, “to want to believe you, but at every opportunity you give me reason to doubt you. I don’t know you,” he stepped around her to the door, “and I never will.”

“Elijah!”

He froze with his hand on the door.

“Consider this your only warning,” he glanced back over his shoulder, “a curtesy for the peasant girl I once loved. Niklaus is on his way back to Mystic Falls carrying the news of your actions. Elena will come after you.”

“I’m not afraid of sweet little Elena,” Katherine’s lips twisted in a sneer.

He heard her heart stutter as he continued speaking.

“She will have the support of Niklaus, and Kol. You said it yourself: everyone has heard about Elena and Kol.” He saw her hollow eyes. “She will also have mine, and it is only fair to tell you that her grief is being channeled into rage.”

He could still hear her heart pounding when he reached the street.

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“This is your brilliant idea to keep me from blowing up?” Elena cocked an eyebrow and eyed the space he had cleared in the living room.

“You need to blow off some steam,” he grinned. “Come on, love. I’m certain you want to hit me.”

She held in her exasperated sigh.

“I don’t want to hit you.”

“Would you like to beat Damon senseless instead?” He tilted his head. “I can hold him down for you.”

She shook her head at the amused twinkle in his eyes. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d actually do it; probably with a grin on his face.

“I don’t need you to hold him down for me,” she ducked out the path of his arm. Instinctively she threw a return punch that landed low and had him doubling over for a second.

“Oh shit,” she covered her mouth with her hands. “Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” he straightened back up at the speed of light and spun her around. His left hand pinned her wrists behind her back, his right arm draped across her collarbone and held her to his chest. “You might not want to let your guard down so easily.”

Elena gasped as his breath fanned over her neck.

“Come on, darling,” he breathed against her ear, “find a way out of your situation.”

“What if I don’t want to?” She turned her neck and watched him through her eyelashes. The hold on her collarbone loosened as she hovered a hairsbreadth from his lips.

She waited until his hand grew slack around her wrists before letting her mouth lift in small smile. With a few fluid movements he landed on his back.

The air was momentarily knocked from his lungs as a warm weight settled over his body. He glanced down to where she was straddling his hips and up to where she held his hands over his head.

Her eyes glittered. The rage she felt was still simmering under the surface and made her actions a little more aggressive than normal. She could think of another way to work out her bottled rage but it was a little early in the relationship to start that. If she was going to take out her anger on him it would be because he had actually done something to make her angry with him.

“You might not want to let your guard down so easily,” her eyes flickered to his grin. If she didn’t know any better she would have said he was perfectly content in his current position. “Come on, Kol, find a way out of your situation.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

He moved as close to her as he could after she tightened her hold on his wrists. It was a hollow gesture since they both knew he could easily overpower her.

“You won’t distract me again,” she shook her head and smiled.

“Oh, darling,” he trailed his lips along her jaw, “you’ve just issued a challenge. You should know I’m very competitive.”

“So am I.” She bit her lip and held in her sigh.

His mouth made a slow trail along her jaw and down her throat, but through every kiss, lick, and nip she maintained her firm grip on him. Her heart rate increased the further he went, but it wasn’t until his tongue traced the claiming mark on her neck that she melted. A bolt of electricity rushed straight to her core sending a flood of arousal to permeate the air.

He took advantage of the sudden melting of her muscles and resolve to flip her over. He enjoyed the mewls and moans falling from her lips so much that he continued working the spot until she rocked up against his stomach in search of friction that he was more than happy to provide.

His hands stole under her shirt and grasped her hips. He quickly repositioned her and hissed when she rocked and dragged over the hard ridge in his pants. He could feel the heat radiating through the layers of fabric.

He dragged his lips back up her neck and pulled back to meet her lidded eyes. Her panting breath made her chest rise and fall rapidly against him.

“That’s…” she brought her hand to her throat, “… cheating.”

“I didn’t know it would affect you like that,” he bent to brush his lips across hers gently. “I must say I enjoyed it, though.”

She grasped the back of his neck and locked her thighs around his waist. She kissed along his jaw and nibbled on his ear.

“I can tell,” her hips rocked up. She dragged her lips down to the bite on his neck and could have sworn she felt him throb where he was pressed between her thighs.

“Any chance you too could be carnal later?”

Elena’s eyes snapped open. She fell back to the floor and caught her breath while wondering just how long Klaus had been standing there. At least they were fully clothed this time even if her body screamed at him for coming before she’d had a chance.

“Nik,” Kol sighed and sat back to let Elena up, “you’ve got impeccable timing.”

“I did come with the name of her brother’s murderer,” Klaus leaned in the doorway. His eyes darted from one to the other as he wondered at what point Elena had become extended family; it was probably about the same time Kol had marked her as his. “The moment you get the Bennett witch over here we can start tracking her.”

“Who?”

Elena’s frustration shifted back into anger. She could feel it curling her fingers into fists.

“Katerina.”

“Katharine?” Elena’s brows shot up into her hair line.

“Unless there’s another doppelganger running around then it’s her.” Klaus tilted his head and smirked. “I think I’ll tear out her liver and maybe feed it to her.”

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