Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters: Klaus/Elena, Klaus/Tatia
Word Count: 670
Summary: An explanation into the Tatia's role in Klaus's life and how it affects Elena in the future. (AU as of the S3 finale.)
The time is seven o’clock at night, the day is Saturday, and the month is June. (The year is irrelevant.)
Elena Gilbert sits at the window, aimlessly waiting for him to make his appearance. The house is heavily warded by witches, and there are small guesthouses surrounding the perimeter every mile for her guards. They guard her for her protection, but they also guard against her escape. (It has been too many years to count since her last attempt.) He comes predictably, and it has been many years of tradition that has her sitting at the window seat waiting, curled up under an old quilt.
The door opens without preamble—no lock—and his voice calls out, “Honey, I’m home,” in such an ironic way Elena would laugh if she wasn’t so used to it.
He seems to still find it funny, for he smirks as he pulls over a chair from the table and sits facing her.
“What will it be this time, my lovely doppelganger?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
The bargain was struck for different reasons initially, back when she was naïve and he was indulgent of her. Answers for blood. She is not naïve any longer, but he remains unwaveringly indulgent. (It is time she learns why.)
“Tell me about her—the original, the one before Katherine.”
“I’m amazed you lasted this long, Elena,” he remarks lazily, settling in for the tale.
It has been on her mind longer than she’ll admit, for she noticed the look in his eyes many years before. It is the same look she remembered Stefan and Damon giving her when they saw her and thought about Katherine. (He’s not thinking about Katherine, though; he hates Katherine now.) Katherine once told her she got the same look form him as well, so the conclusion was obvious.
On the table rests the instruments he uses to draw her blood. He starts setting up. It never fails to amaze her as he gets her ready for it. (He is always so gentle.)
When the blood starts dripping, he starts talking. “Bekah told you some of the story, if I recall, but she left out some things. I suspect she didn’t know—I doubt she even knew much of Tatia; we kept her hidden, Elijah and I. Elijah spotted her first, I would even go so far as to say he loved her first; but she chose me.” There is a pause as he averts his eyes and stares out the window. Elena reaches out; her hand hovers above his for a second, but she pulls back before they touch. He meets her eyes once again and the steady way she holds them gives him the strength to continue the tale. “She chose me, and that was a powerful reason to desire her, back when no one would choose me for anything.
“She was an orphan runaway, and Ayanna had taken her in as an apprentice. When Mikael decided to turn us all into vampires, Tatia was ill; Ayanna couldn’t make her better. Tatia said she wanted her death to mean something.” He eyes the blood bag, her eyes follow. (Almost done.)
“I hated them all for that—for giving up on her and condemning me with her death. And later, I hated them more for making killing someone who looked like her—the only person to ever choose me—the cure to my curse.” When the blood stops, he stops.
Elena doesn’t ask, but she wonders—is that why she’s still alive? She figures that Tatia is, in part, the reason he won’t kill her; she is not stupid enough to believe her blood doesn’t play a part as well. A third part, she decides when he leaves, is that he’s beginning to like her, Elena Gilbert, if only a little bit.
The new journal and box of writing utensils he leaves in the kitchen beside a birthday cake is a testament to that.
(Eighty eight candles adorn the cake.)