Under Major Construction

I want someone to see the dark parts of my mind, the messy, the scary, the destructive, and still choose to stay.

lucyfrysource:

      Kol watched the girl before him intently as she took a step forward, their eyes meeting for a lasting moment full of understanding before she moved in and pierced his flesh with her newly acquired fangs. His eyes fell shut as she drank from him, a new experience for both of them. This was forbidden – something he had never allowed anyone to do before her. Other vampires he had turned for selfish reasons. To create an army, or a dutiful group of followers. And while he hadn’t turned Elena, he felt that he was responsible for her transition, or at least for it happening in this way. But perhaps this was the only way. It was always meant to be him here with her. He had lived far too long and seen too many things to believe in any sort of higher power or to put any weight on the concept of fate, but it was impossible to believe that their lives constantly intertwining was a matter of chance. They were meant to know each other, to understand and help and change each other, and he knew that there would be no denying that after this evening.

     A part of Elena had always believed in fate-- at least, perhaps, when it suited her desires. Yet this belief had become challenged upon her parents deaths. Could it really have been fate that led to their car crash? Could the fates really be so cruel? Then Elena had met Stefan two years ago and she’d found herself falling, believing again. Being with Stefan felt like returning home after a long time away. It felt right and most of the time made her happy. They fought to be together, to face all obstacles in their paths, they were-- in a strange way-- easy. Yet here Elena was, not with Stefan, but with Kol, a person who while their interactions were anything but easy, seemed to understand her in a different way. In the future Elena would find herself rebelling against fate, against a destiny she was created to succumb to. And, perhaps, in her extreme will and stubbornness, she was always meant to follow a path less traveled, to tread her own journey; and this moment was just the beginning. 

steroline-scydia:

     Kol nodded in agreement with his sister. When he’d first heard the idea of relocating to Chicago he hadn’t liked it either, but it really was the perfect plan. If they had any chance of remaining undiscovered, it would be there. He could tell that Elena still didn’t like the idea and he reached out, putting a comforting hand on her back. “We’ll give it a chance, and if you feel too exposed we’ll find somewhere else,” he reassured her, his eyes gazing over Henry as he placed a hand on the small of Elena’s back. He nodded when she suggested going to wait in the car. “May I?” He asked, holding his arms out for Henry and cradling him carefully against his chest with one hand and wrapping his other arm around Elena’s waist, allowing her to lean against him as they made their way toward the car.

     Chicago. It was a plan of insanity so much so that as Elena began seriously considering it, she began to believe it might work. Kol was already believed dead and after this night so would she. No one would look for them in the Capitol. Still, there was a certain level of unease within her, Chicago was in a Safe Zone, the most Eastern one of the American Nations, so there was no risk of radiation harming them or Henry but-- if war should break out again-- no. Elena stopped the racing thoughts within her mind before she drove herself mad. “Alright. I trust you and I know Elijah wouldn’t play with our safety.” That was the most agreement he would receive at the moment for she wouldn’t know exactly how she felt until they got there. 

        Since the moment Kol had laid eyes on Elena, he’d never once left her side. Once they had made it safely outside he stood before her, eyeing her for much longer than Davina had before determining that she was alright – physically, at least. His arms wound around her tight, his eyes falling shut for a moment. He felt as if he could breath for the first time since she had gone missing. He would not be able to bare any harm coming to Elena, and he and his family were determined to destroy anyone who had helped in the act. “Yes,” he muttered quietly in response to her question. His fingers dug into the fabric of her shirt. “Elijah is preparing a place for us in Chicago. Nik’s determined it’s the best place for us, and so long as we lay low I imagine it’s as good a place as any.” He wasn’t concerned with the location, only their safety. He glanced down at her and frowned. “Are you alright?” He asked softly. Not only had she been kidnapped, but she’d just preformed the exhausting and painful act of childbirth. “You shouldn’t be on your feet.” He had long since given up on the idea of telling Elena what to do, or deciding for her what she could and couldn’t handle, but he was too worried about her to care.

     Golden tinted blue hues scanned the area around them, slight lines of tension lacing her features as her eyes found Henry in Celine’s arms a few yards away. Slight distraction is caused when one of the security members brushes behind her making her jump slightly though she works quickly maintain as calm an expression as possible as she listens to Kol’s answer. It was what she suspected, the obvious course really, yet it didn’t make the situation any less dire or fully put her at ease. Ironic, she thought, how they had survived a war and supposedly entered an age of peace only to find themselves more at risk than ever. 

I don’t deserve you, but I’m far too selfish to let you go.