You say that you're sorry,
And you say now that it hurts you the same
Is there something here to believe
Or is it just another part of the game?

~ Quickly, while Katherine was still incapacitated, Luka pulled the dagger from Elijah's corpse. He threw the dagger off to the side and stepped back.

Damon was at the door in an instant and saw what had occurred.

Elijah's body slowly regained its color.

"Damn." Damon exclaimed.

Before he could do anything Elijah dashed out of the door and out of the Salvatore house.

Katherine pulled the stake out of her stomach and sighed, "Well, I guess Elijah's back."

Damon shook his head and raced upstairs to Stefan.

I can't believe the little bitch was able to stake me, Elijah thought to himself. I need to be a lot more alert next time.
He strolled leisurely towards Elena's house.
Then within seconds he appeared in her bedroom.

Back at the Salvatore house, Damon and Stefan were already making plans.

"We need to get to Elena's now." Damon stated. "She's not answering her phone. Hopefully she's still at Caroline's."

"Why? She deserves whatever Elijah does to her. I mean she did kill him." Katherine added sarcastically.

Stefan sneered at her, "That was our entire plan. Besides I highly doubt he would try to hurt her. She's still at Caroline's house anyway, so for now she's safe."

"You're right. I doubt Elijah would hurt her. He probably wants to do the exact opposite." Katherine said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Damon asked.

"Well, he did refer to her as the 'lovely' Elena when he released Stefan from the tomb. They made a deal for your freedom. Did you ever find out what she had to do to Elijah in order to get him to release you?" She asked Stefan.

"God, Katherine, you are such a bullshitter. Do you really think Elena would do something to Elijah?" Damon asked, annoyance spread across his face.

Katherine smirked and said, "When it comes down to our darling Stefan, yes I'm sure she would."

"Enough. Let's just get to Caroline's and make sure Elena doesn't go home." Stefan stated.

"Bye Caroline." Elena said as she got out of Caroline's car in front of her house.

"Make sure you charge your phone when you get inside." Caroline yelled to her and then drove off.

Elena smiled and walked into her house. Aunt Jenna was out shopping and Jeremy was at the Grille.
She walked into her bedroom and dropped her bag on the floor.
She pulled her charger out of her bag and plugged her cell phone into it.

The screen read "5 Missed Calls".
Just as she was about to check her missed calls, a low voice called out to her from her bathroom.

"Hello Elena." Elijah said solemnly as he emerged from her bathroom.

She dropped her phone and turned around fearfully, "Elijah?"

"It's a good thing you haven't unpacked your things from your sleepover," he said referring to her bag of clothing, "We have a long journey ahead of us." He casually tossed her bag to her and opened her bedroom door. "After you." He motioned towards the door.

"I'm not going any where with you." Elena said coldly.

Elijah simply sighed and replied, "That's quite rude of you considering that you killed me. I expected a kind apology."

He swiftly rushed to her side and said, "I really don't want to have to carry you all the way."

Elena stiffened, "I'll scream if you pick me up. I'll scream so loudly."

"I guess I could just tape your mouth shut. That'd be quite uncomfortable for you."

Elena narrowed her eyes and said, "Fine, I'll come with you. But, remember you gave me your word before I-I stabbed you. So you promised not to hurt my loved ones."

"I spared your precious Salvatore brothers. I just need to take you away so that you don't cause any more trouble." Elijah scoffed. "Now, will I be carrying you?"

Elena sighed and grabbed her bag. She followed him downstairs and out of the house.

"I hope you don't mind traveling in this car." Elijah said while pointing to a bright red Ferrari parked a few houses down from hers.

Elena rolled her eyes and said, "Why is it men always try to impress people with the cars they drive?"

"Why is it women always try to impress people with their clothing?" He retorted, smartly.

"I'm not trying to impress anyone. After all, I'm wearing old jeans and a t-shirt. Not impressive at all." She said as she got into the red sports car.

"Are you sure? Before you got home I happened to notice some very expensive, uh, lingerie in your closet. La Perla, I believe. I'm sure Stefan and Damon are impressed with that," said Elijah as he started the car.

Elena blushed slightly and quickly responded, "What are you talking about? Damon's never seen them."

"That doesn't mean that he hasn't imagined you wearing it. He is a man Elena, and men can be very imaginative." Elijah's edgy response caused Elena to blush again.

Elena said, "You are deeply disturbed. Now just because you are kidnapping me, doesn't mean that I have to talk to you."

Elijah smiled slightly and said, "I'm not kidnapping you. You willingly got into the car."

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it and remained silent.

They drove in silence for an hour, but eventually Elena's hunger got the best of her.

Her stomach rumbled quietly, but Elijah could hear it.

"You aren't going to ask me to stop and get you food? I'm sure you're famished." He says pointedly.

Elena simply shrugged and turned her head. She wasn't going to talk to him at all.

So what if she starved? At least she'd die hungry instead of dying as a sacrifice.

"Are you really going to ignore me the whole way?" He asks with a grin surfacing on his lips.

She nodded in agreement, keeping her expression solemn.

"Fine, then no dinner for you." He says stoically.

After several more miles he turns off of the highway and onto an exit ramp.

"Where are we going?" Elena finally broke the silence.

Elijah sighed and said, "Ah, you decided to speak. I missed hearing your pleasant voice."

"Seriously, where the hell are we?" She asked with a hint of annoyance in her tone.

"Hmm, you are quite impatient," he started to say, "We are in the wonderful state of North Carolina. Now I'm not going to tell you where exactly because that would defeat the whole purpose of the situation."

Elijah turned the Ferrari onto a busy road and stopped at a red light.

There was an old, beat-up Mustang convertible stopped in the lane to the right of them. Two scruffy looking frat boys were inside of it.

The driver of the car said, "Hey, hey, Jared, check out that ride next to us."

His friend looked over at the Ferrari and said, "Damn she's hot, and I'm not talking about the car." His eyes focused on Elena.

"She looks kind of unhappy." The driver said, he then said to Elena, "Hey baby wanna take a ride on me instead? I don't got no fancy car, but my stick-shift is in perfect condition. It's probably better than your man's."

Elena scoffed and turned towards Elijah in order to ignore the guys next to her.

"Now gentleman, that's no way to talk to a lady. Please apologize to her." Elijah said calmly.

The driver of the Mustang said, "Why should I apologize? She looks pretty upset, so maybe you should apologize to her for your poor performance. She needs a real man to satisfy her." Him and his friend roared into laughed.

Without another word Elijah gracefully exited the car and walked up to the Mustang.

"Elijah, what are you doing?" Elena asked pleadingly. He quickly slammed his fist into the front left tire. A hissing sound filled the air.

"What the fuck? Did he just punch out our tire? That's fucking impossible." The passenger said. "Dude you owe us four hundred dollars!"

Elijah simply strolled back to the Ferrari and got in. The light turned green and he sped off, leaving the frat boys behind with an extremely flat tire.

"Wow those guys were idiots." Elena said after brief silence.

He responded, "Some men have no respect for women. They will have a hard time replacing that tire since I removed part of the cars front axel, too."

"Yeah, you're right some men have no respect; especially the kind of men who kidnap women, and drag them across state lines." Elena said flatly.

"I have a feeling you're referring to me." He replied calmly. "Well, most women don't stab a man after he makes a promise to them to protect their loved ones."

"Touché." Elena admitted through gritted teeth.

They turned into the parking lot of an elegant hotel on the beach.

"We are on the beach? I should've packed a swimsuit." Elena said sarcastically.

Elijah shrugged and said, "You can always go skinny dipping."

Elena glared at him.

"Let's go. Now promise that you won't make a scene or else I'll be forced to compel you." He stated.

"Okay, I won't, but we are getting separate beds. And I really am hungry." She finally admitted.

"I liked you a lot better when you weren't talking." Elijah said coolly.

She smirked at him and then followed him into the hotel.

"Welcome to the Sheraton Atlantic Beach resort." The short woman working behind the reservation desk said with a heavy Southern accent. "We have a special offer right now for honeymoons. The 'honey-mooner' suite includes one large king sized bed, a Jacuzzi bathtub, a bouquet of roses, and a bottle of champagne. Would you like that room?"

Elena let a small chuckle escape her lips.

Elijah quickly interjected, "No thank you miss. We would like a large suite with two bedrooms."

The woman stared at her computer screen and replied, "I'm sorry sir. I'm afraid that we don't have any more two bedroom suites available. There are only two rooms left and both are both honeymoon suites."

Hey everyone I'm glad you like my stories. Here's another Elijah/Elena story. Thanks for the positive reviews. Enjoy!
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I'm sorry it's kind of a random ending for this chapter. But, I will try to update soon. I hope Elena and Elijah are in character. If they aren't please let me know. I hope you enjoyed it so far.
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