“And what you think I’m just going to drop all my plans for the evening just to go to help you with whatever trouble you’re getting yourself into?” Elena questions, voice somewhat flabbergasted. “I think you’re out of luck. I have a paper due in the morning. Besides, there’s nothing in it for me.”

KOLENA AU: The Transition 

first of all, how dare you.

                                        "Not. Human. Dude. --At least not fully.                                         You might wanna try, y’know, not suckin'                                         at trailin’ after someone else with the intentions                                          of turnin' them into a happy meal."

     They’d moved away from the dank and terrible place Elena had been held, their son in Celine’s arms as Davina checked Elena over outside the compound she had been in. The blonde could feel her abilities slowly returning to her the further from the dreadful place she stood but she was far from fully recovered as strong as she may be. Wind whistled against trees and Klaus returned from his phone call with Elijah as other trusted members of their security team stood watch over the area. “We’re going to have to go away now aren’t we Kol?” Elena questioned, allowing herself to mold herself in his embrace as she watched men set the building on fire. She suspected she was to be believed dead, at least for now, having died in the attack on the stronghold. “It’s the only way to keep us, to keep Henry safe right?”

@itchingtokillsomething

     The dim space was small and dank and held a certain resemblance to an old house near Mystic Falls-- one where witches spirits conveyed-- which made the already stressful situation more trying. Her captives seemed to enjoy putting her into what they perceived to be her place for in their eyes she was not the mother of vampiric royalty or the daughter of an angel, she was something which had strayed its course, something that was a means to their end. Elena’s perception of time until recently had been confused, her mind played tricks on and her ability to use her abilities hindered as she struggled to protect the life inside her. A life that some believed could change the course of what was to come and who Elena would die before she allowed to fall into the self-righteous and terroristic hands of the Warriors of Earth. 

     When the time came, a tense and dangerous labor proved the one event which could allow her mind, her body, her soul to break through her binds providing Kol, Klaus, and Celine with Elijah remaining with Hope and Hayley at Court under strict protection. The world had changed during and after the war, perceived safety proving less so. Yet as Elena struggled and screamed, blood rang out as those who had taken her paid their due until finally the cry of a child cut through silence.  

     Weakened arms held a boy close as Kol moved closer, Klaus and Celine falling backward as orders seemed barked for transport and hushed voices spoke on a phone. “We new you’d find us.” Elena began, one arm reaching out for Kol’s as the other held the baby tight. One thing was for certain, no matter what the future-- which she was positive was about to change once more for them-- held, no matter what trials they faced, they’d always find each other. “I thought of a name, Henry, Henry Thomas, after your brother and my father.” 

@itchingtokillsomething

                    Thump thump. Thump thump. 

     Blood coursing through veins and the beat of a heart plagued her mind-- no, her whole being. Needles seemed to prick every cell upon her skin and hunger so extreme it felt as if she were alight with flames engulfed her. Elena had awoken from her death not with Stefan or Damon at her side, but with Kol’s piercing eyes staring back at her and the sounds of his vampiric body-- albeit with a slower heartbeat than humans-- overwhelming her. She remembered rain and Matt kidnapping her. She remembered drowning and begging Stefan to help Matt. She even remembered Rebekah causing the accident and the irony of that fact she knew Kol would have something to say about that to the other blonde. Yet Elena held no memory of Stefan pulling her dead body from the water or Kol taking her body from the morgue-- him and the doctor Meredith Fell alone knowing what she would become because of his sister’s misdeeds-- at least thus far, for perhaps Meredith had now told Damon or Stefan-- and perhaps they were in search of her now.

     And yet here the blonde was, hair still wavy with wetness and eyes scared and confused with transition. She’s a lost puppy, a deer caught in headlights, so vulnerable in contrast to her usual powerful self. This fate has been forced upon her by Rebekah and be it up to the Salvatore brothers her fate could possibly result in waiting too long. Though, time is something which seems incohesive to her presently. She stands without words, head tilting to the side more animal than person as she watches him with strange fascination. She dares a step forward yet stops at the appearance of her reflection in a dirty window-- where are they?

     There’s a moment’s pause, Elena seeming to take a step back with the weight of realization flooding her. She’s still ever aware of his presence and her features seemed to change before her-- vampiric features. Her head turns to him, eyes almost begging for blood as she dares a step toward him but stops herself. There’s a certain clarity within her gaze now and with a start she realizes she’s relieved that Stefan or even Damon aren’t here with her now. They both would be reckless in their own ways tempting her in one direction or the other but something told her Kol wouldn’t do that. Him being there-- wherever here was-- meant he knew her better than perhaps they did. He would show her what to do if she chose to embrace this, if not, he would let that be her choice and leave it alone. As ironic as it was, with how much they bickered and battled, she realized that somewhere along the way they had a unique understanding of each other. There would be no pressure and he would accept her choice without throwing his own selfish desires or wishes for her into the mix. These notions seem to play across her features as she dares a step forward and grips his arm cautiously, eyes connecting with his in question as she pauses with his hand inches from her teeth. She knows she needs human blood to fully transition-- even if her emotions are haywire and her mind is still reeling in it’s transition state-- but with this action she’s making a choice and if she’s honest, she doesn’t think she’ll make to human blood if some of her craving isn’t quenched.