Elijah x Elena


1. Chapter 1

Elena did not flinch as her mother swung the pan at her, hitting her arm with a strong force. She knew it would bruise. It ached a lot, but her body was used to cuts and bruises. After all, Isobel had been doing it since Elena was a toddler. “Now get cooking!” Isobel barked.

Elena ducked her hand and went to the stove to cook. She was a horrible cook, and Isobel knew it. Why she couldn't tell Katherine to cook was beyond Elena's understanding. After all, Katherine didn't set the food on fire. Elena tried not to burn the food. She finally got it! The food didn't burn! .... And the it was on fire. Of course. Because she couldn't cook to save her life. She knew how to make toast, but of course Isobel always wanted more. Katherine put out the fire.

“Go to your room,” Isobel commanded.

Elena looked down and went to her room. She knew what was coming. Her mother was crazy, but… as much as she hated to admit it, she felt like she deserved it. She screwed up and deserved to get punished.

A few hours later, Elena was cleaning the living room, her body aching. Isobel had really beaten her down and made her work anyways.

“I know you are pathetic, Elena,” Katherine said, “but you shouldn't let her completely walk all over you. Unless you are a masochist.”

“I'm not a masochist.” Elena picked up the last thing on the floor, groaning as she did so.

“Are you sure?” questioned Katherine. “I think you need another test to find out. Ooops.” Katherine smirked as she knocked down a collectable of Isobel’s. As it hit the wooden floor, it shattered into pieces.

Elena glared at Katherine. “I know why you are doing this.”

“Then tell me, twin,” Katherine said, her hand on her hip. “Why am I doing this?”

“You want me to seem weak and like I can't do that so that you seem like the powerful twin. The one who can do anything with little consequence. But you aren't.”

“That is where you are wrong, Elena. I am infinitely better than you.”

Katherine walked out of the living room, a smirk on her lips. She might have only been twelve, but she acted older. Isobel entered the room a few minutes later and saw the shattered figure.



Elena laid down sore on her bed after cleaning herself off from the blood and bruises from today and days before, covering her arms and chest. There were a few on her legs but not covering them. Elena wished that someone would take them away from her psychotic abusive mother and her neglectful father. However, she doubted anyone would.

An hour later, Elena heard someone entering the house. There was a muffled sound coming from the living room.

“Who do you think it is?” Elena asked her twin.

“I don't know,” said Katherine. “But I'm going to find out.”

Katherine got out of bed, and Elena protested, “Katherine! Don't!” But she was already gone.

Elena groaned weakly and relaxed on her bed. Pain shot through her as she moved, but she ignored it. A minute later, a guy around 18 or 19, came into her room. He had dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Elena tried to push herself back, recognizing who he was.

“Hello, love,” Klaus sajd, looking down at the 12 year old with straight brown hair. Behind him was Katherine. She was scared but mostly covered it up. “How would you like to leave this house? Leave your parents? Katerina has already agreed.” Klaus used Katherine's actual first name.

“What is the catch?” Elena asked, knowing there was one.

“You live with me and do as I say. No hesitations. No disagreements. Nothing against me.”

Elena froze. Loyalty to Klaus Mikaelson? This had to be a joke. He was part of one of the richest families alive. “Why would you protect us from our parents?”

“Because I know what it is like to be abused and neglected,” said Klaus.

Elena remembered his parents. Mikael told of how much of a disgrace his bastard son was until he died a year ago. She looked at Katherine who nodded furiously, and she bit her lip, looking away.


“Excellent,” Klaus grinned. He pulled out a sheet of paper. “Sign here.”

And she did.


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