Wolf Call ♔ Klena

1.6

Elena woke up with a heavy weight on her chest, or at least it felt that way. In truth, it was her body adjusting to being in human form again. Not that she noticed that until the cover fell from her and she looked down to reveal something she hadn't seen in days- her own body.

Klaus was nowhere in sight nor were any of his other siblings. Elena had woken up alone and she couldn't be more scared. The bed beneath her was soft and there was no doubt that she in any other room but Klaus'. What she was afraid of was the lack of company. She felt as if she had been abandoned.

After the many times Elena had been left alone in life, she couldn't trust. This had only caused her fear and paranoia and she was beginning to see why Klaus was like how he was.

She didn't want to see that, though. Elena wanted to hate him, she didn't want to see the good, she focused on the bad to distract herself from her own cruel feelings. She didn't want to believe that she could be just like him nor did she want to believe that she was falling in love with him.

And that she was, she was falling in love and she couldn't stop it. She was falling fast and it took the last of her resolve to push herself away. In wolf form, she had no control and it had become clear that she cared for Klaus more than she let on.

Klaus finally came into the room minutes later, his hair wet and a towel around his waist. 'You're awake, love.' He masked his shock with a look of impassiveness. He stared at her as she struggled to cover herself back up, the cover having fallen to her waist.

'Well, that much is clear.' She spat, finally feeling less indecent. Although, she couldn't help but admire the view in front of her. 'Go get changed.' She groaned, trying to take her eyes away.

He smirked, 'as you wish, love.' She sighed and shut her eyes, her head falling back onto the pillow. He left the room again, leaving her in a comfortable silence whilst he pulled on a loose pair of jogging bottoms and a plain t-shirt.

When he entered the room, he motioned to the pile of clothes on the dresser. 'Your turn, sweetheart.' Elena shot him a glare, not enjoying the overkill of little epithets he was giving her. She hurried out of the room, the cover still wrapped tightly around her and picked the pile of clothes up on the way.

She rushed to the bathroom and got changed within seconds before returning to the room, an awkward silence hanging in the air. Klaus sat on the bed and she watched as it dipped under his weight before falling onto it next to him, lying down, watching the intricate designs on the ceiling.

The silence lasted for what could have been hours until Elena finally spoke up. 'Who was it?' She asked. Klaus could only assume she was talking of the witch he still had little information of.

'We don't know, Elena. Rebekah killed her and spell seemed to lift, that was as much information as we got. We know, now, that unless she was a rogue, a coven will be coming after us.' Klaus warned, sighing. He hated the lack of information that had been given to him but he couldn't help but be relieved that Elena was awake at all.

'Forget that, anyway, how are you doing, love?' He asked, sounding genuinely concerned. She shrugged, moving her eyes to him, the eyes locking in a harsh battle of wills. She didn't want to talk about it but it was clear that Klaus didn't like to be left in the dark and it seemed that for his new mate, that included feelings too.

Elena was obstinate to not give Klaus the upper hand, she wanted to hold it to herself. She didn't like the idea of being blackmailed with her own sadness. Klaus was more ashamed at the lack of power he had over this girl. He had none. She could do wait she wanted to him and he could never fight back.

He was left trying to use his dominance to scare her into it but that wasn't how you got someone to speak of their feelings. Little did he know that you had to be caring, loving and then they would open up to you. At the moment, Klaus was stuck behind an opaque window and Elena could only see his true nature when he put the effort into scrubbing the dirt away.

Klaus had a glimmer of hope that this could go somewhere and he couldn't find a way to fix this. It wasn't out of selfishness he wanted to know her feelings. Something inside of him wanted to know what she was thinking, feeling. He wanted help in trying to figure out his own feelings.

Klaus, displaying his usual confidence, brought Elena into a sitting position and brought his lips to hers. In the single moment of delight, everything was well but it all fell back down the second that she pushed him away. 'No, Klaus.' She wasn't angry, or afraid. She pitied him, she could see his desperation. 'I'll talk when I'm ready. I'm not ready for this yet. I can't forgive you for what you did despite saying I would. It's hard for me, okay?' Klaus nodded, looking defeated. His power was fleeting but those flutters in his stomach almost brought him not to care.

Despite the rejection, he could see something in Elena's eyes that wasn't hatred, it was something else. Something much better. Klaus lived off that, off hope. Klaus hated the idea of hope, he wanted to control the situation and he wouldn't let hope lead his battles, he was led by shear force and the knowledge that he would win.

He was in the dark now. He was finding his way through something new for the first time in centuries. And, he was enjoying it. He hated the unknown but exploring something so pure wasn't getting on his nerves and he couldn't understand.

Of course, his rational mind fought it but it seemed that he was love-sick. That was all that could be said and Elena wasn't far behind. Her resolve had cracks in it and it seemed that Klaus was about to tear it down.

They were on the edge of something new, something exciting and it couldn't be more fascinating.

word count: 1095

published: 18.02.17