#eleanas

        Nick winced as Elena looked at the stab wound on his abdomen. “It’s that bad, huh?” Well, it sure hurt that bad. He let out a low huff of air, and nodded his head. “Let’s get it over with.” He supposed it was better than bleeding out.

"𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃   𝙼𝙴,   𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃.   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙾𝙵   𝙼𝚈   𝙷𝚈𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙳𝚂."   and   he   dismisses   accusations   of   his   hybrids   going   out   to   kill   humans   for   sport.   "most   of   them   just   enjoy   the   freedom   being   a   hybrid   brings.   but   they   do   not   kill   without   my   direct   order.   OR   WOULD   WOULD   DIE   IN   A   HEARTBEAT."   klaus   has   no   love   for   the   rules   stablished   for   everyone.   he   has   never   been   a   rule   follower.   and   even   with   his   ancestral   line   of   his   father   being   an   alpha   a   long   time   ago,   he   figures,   if   he   had   been   raised   amongst   wolves,   he   would've   never   followed   anyways.   "I   figured   you   would   be   able   to   identify   them,   considering   they   call   you   their   best   tracker."   

     “That is my job, Elena.” His voice doesn’t raise, thanks to his seemingly endless amount of patience. He knows she’s upset - they ALL are - but Jeremy has made his decision. “My duty to you and to my Pack is to keep ALL OF YOU safe. I am not going to allow you to walk into a trap.” 

“I remember leaving work and I was gonna go home... but then I ended up here? I never got the–” she cut herself off, the slight movement after breathing causing the rope to move and inflict its pain against her skin. “I’m guessing the same thing happened to you?”

        Nick enters Elena’s bedroom, without knocking of course, and sits down on the end of her bed. Before standing up and pacing to one end of the room, and back before stopping in front of Elena. “You know Freya - of course you do.” The pack knew Freya. She saved Nicks life. Crap, why was this so hard. Just OUT WITH IT Nick. “I think - no, I KNOW... I like her. Like, LIKE, her. Not just sex - though that is amazing - but everything. She’s just - PERFECT.” He let out a breath, as if finally letting that out lifted a great weight from him. “Thing is - well, don’t know if it’s mutual. Also - her family are TERRIFYING and I’m not looking forward to meeting them - but it’s not a deal breaker.” He sits down on the end of her bed again. “Elena, I don’t DO relationships but with her, I want to. But I just have no idea what I’m doing.”

    He wonders if it’s really that obvious; but perhaps Elena was just that good at seeing through people. Seeing what they didn’t want the world to see. He sighs, soft and quiet, before reaching over to gently place his hand over Elena's. “I know you are; and I appreciate that.” The truth of the matter was that all the LOSSES; his pack - it was wearing him down. No more deaths. No more of his family was going to die. “I promise, Elena. I’m fine. Just tired - but after everything that’s happened, I think we all just need a break.”

"𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴. 𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝚄𝙱𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃." the vampire confesses with ease. he knows many werewolves, many of them who can easily take him down with one bite if he isn’t careful. but that doesn’t stop the nature of the man he is. and that man was someone who would always want to help in whatever way he can. “I’m sure you can kick my ass if you wanted. . .but there is strength in numbers, right?” and stefan shows a casual smile at the idea. “wolves are pack animals. strength in numbers. I might be a vampire and enjoy my eternity of loneliness but. . .when the fight comes, I want to be there. to help.”

𝙷𝙴   𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝚂   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻,   𝙰𝙽𝙳   𝙸𝚃   𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂   𝙷𝙸𝙼   𝙰   𝙿𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴.   there   is   hesitation   there,   stefan   was,   even   with   all   of   his   friends   and   formalities,   a   loner.   there   was   a   reason   to   that   loneliness   and   it   was   better   for   everyone   if   he   stayed   on   his   own.   bloodlust   dominated   his   life   ever   since   he   was   turned   into   a   vampire.   he   spent   more   years   of   his   lifetime   off   the   wagon   than   on   it,   and   he   was   on,   it   was   a   DAILY   STRUGGLE   with   the   addiction.   "this   is   my   fight.   I   don't   want   anyone   else   getting   hurt   or   dying   because   of   my   mistakes."   a   survivor   of   one   of   his   massacres.   out   for   revenge.   he   knows   the   tale.   sometimes.   .   .he   lets   them   have   it.   "I   don't   want   anyone   getting   in   the   middle   of   my   own   struggles."