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As anyone who has read my fanfictions know I am a die hard ELEJAH writer. This story will be different. Somebody left a guest review asking for Klaus and Elena... and then the plot bunnies came to me. I've never written for them before so this should be a fun experience.

Summary: It has been a year since the sacrifice. Klaus and Elena came to an agreement that she would live a protected human life in exchange for her blood. Tensions are rising though because of his hybrids. The Salvatores do not want Elena to be under Klaus' thumb, and they want the hybrids gone. Elena has broken up with Stefan in this story, and she and Damon were never a thing. There is no Hayley story line. Esther never woke up and the Originals kind of broke apart after being roused from slumber. I'm planning on bringing in the other Originals at some point.

Her arm stretched up and adjusted the pillow under her head when she rolled over. An alarm rang in the back of her mind.

Something wasn't right.

She was lying on her right side in the bed. The bed… historically speaking it was a very stationary object. The steadiest piece of furniture one could lay down on. Unless it was being shared with a partner the mattress didn't move. So why was she shifting? Why was her body vibrating?

She had the strangest sense of moving while lying completely still. It was extremely disconcerting.

She thought that maybe if she opened her eyes and saw herself in the space it would stop the strange sense of vertigo.

The alarm only intensified when her doe eyes peered blearily at the walls. Her bedroom didn't have a sloping wall. Her bedding was not white and gold, and her mattress was definitely not this soft.

Her breath shook as she climbed out of the bed and ran her hands back through her hair. The floor vibrated beneath her bare feet. She quickly located her sneakers at the foot of the sleigh bed and shoved them on.

Her heart thudded in her chest when she stumbled to the door. The smooth maple wood swung open to reveal the interior of, what could only be a private plane.

How did she get on a private plane? The last thing she could remember was leaving the boarding house. Stefan and Damon had been insistent that she stay there with them where they could keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe. She'd adamantly refused. They had grown insufferable over the course of the year. She had thought it would get better after breaking up with Stefan, but that had only seemed to make things worse. Just because they weren't together didn't mean that he would leave her alone. He and his brother, who was still trying to woo her, had grown increasingly overprotective; they had gone so far as to antagonize Klaus whenever he came for her blood.

That had been the arrangement. Klaus let her live her life in exchange for a monthly blood withdrawal. It was a fair deal; he had even promised to protect her and her children.

Elena had never wanted to be a vampire. She'd told Stefan and Damon that countless times, but they still insisted that she turn. She'd actually been considering going to Klaus for help; he wanted her human, and she was starting to fear Damon might sneak into her house and turn her in the dead of night. He always said he wouldn't, but Damon was known to be impulsive.

Klaus might have been a psychotic killer, but at least he wanted her alive. At least he would have respected her desire to live as a human being.

Klaus also happened to be on the far end of the plane. He sat in a comfortable white leather seat, which could only be described as an armchair, with a newspaper in his lap and a steaming mug of coffee on the table.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he glanced up at her before returning to the paper, "I didn't think you'd ever wake up."

Elena slowly made her way closer. She paused when she reached the chair across from him and gripped the back of it.

"Klaus," her heart thumped, "where are we?"

"About 45,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean," he turned the page nonchalantly.

"Okay…" Elena felt her annoyance flare. "Next question: what are doing 45,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean?"

"I should have thought that was fairly obvious," his full lips lifted into a smirk. "We are flying, love."

Elena knew her grin was strained when she bobbed her head. She held up a finger and fought down the frustrated scream. He was far too cocky for his own good, but then again, when one was the most powerful vampire on the planet one could afford to be cocky.

"Does anyone know where I am?"

"Of course, love," Klaus tilted his head and ran his eyes over her rumpled clothes and mussed hair, "you know where you are, and I know where you are."

"Hilarious," her knees turned to water under his intense gaze. She melted into the chair and felt a flush rise in her cheeks when he stared at her a moment longer than necessary. "Would I be correct in assuming you've kidnapped me?"

"Don't be ridiculous Elena," he chuckled. "You're 19 now. Technically I abducted you."

"Klaus!"

"You're body guards were getting on my nerves," he shrugged. "After what happened the other night I would think you would be glad of a little space from them."

"What are you talking about?" She leaned forward and braced her hands on her knees. She flushed again when his eyes dropped to her rumbling stomach. She blinked when he disappeared.

"You don't remember?" He placed a steaming mug in front of her beside a blueberry muffin. "I'd have thought it would be hard to forget your ex-boyfriend force feeding you his blood and threatening to drive you off the bridge."

Elena's eyes widened. She choked on the bite of muffin and washed it down with a swig of coffee. Slowly the memory came back to her: Stefan, blood, and Wickery Bridge.

"He wanted you to get rid of your hybrids," she whispered. "Your solution was to kidnap me?"

"Abduct," Klaus corrected with a raised finger. "Although I much prefer the term liberate."

"You stole me away from my home, Klaus," she glared, "from my family, my friends. They'll come after me."

"They'll never find you," he shook his head. "And they are unlikely to look since they are under the impression you ran away." He jerked his thumb towards the seats across from them.

Elena sighed when she saw her journal poking out of the top of one of the bags.

"It certainly helped that I made you disappear first before taking off in a fit of rage." He paused and took her shoulder. "You should see this as an opportunity Elena. You're young and free and off to see the world."

"How do you know I won't run the second we hit the ground?" She glared.

"Because," his eyes sparkled with amusement, "you're not stupid, and secretly you're glad to be free of Mystic Falls."

Klaus caught her wrist and threaded his fingers through hers so it looked like they were strolling through the airport. Little jolts traveled up her arm where their skin touched.

"Are you going to tell me where we are?" Elena cleared her throat. Her breath caught when his thumb brushed over her knuckles.

"Why would I do that love? It would only make it easier for you to run," Klaus stroked her skin subconsciously and led her outside to the waiting car. Opening the car door he waited for her to sit.

"How about I make you a deal?" Elena braced one hand on the door and her elbow on the roof of the car. She swallowed when he mirrored her stance and boxed her in.

"Do I look like my brother, sweetheart?"

Elena tilted her head and considered him. "No," she smirked, "must be too much of your father in you. You do look like your sister though."

"Very cute," his grin turned slightly feral.

"You don't have to look like someone to be like them," Elena pointed out, "and vice versa. How about that deal? It would make both of our lives much easier."

"I'm listening, love," he straightened one of her fly away curls. His fingers brushed over her ear.

Elena shivered. "I won't run on one condition," she subconsciously leaned forward when he nodded for her to continue. "I can call my brother once a week to check in, it's what I'd do if I really did run. I won't tell him where I am… I'd have to know where I was for that."

"You won't run?" He blinked in surprise when her heart was steady. "Why not? I honestly thought I'd have to lock you away for the next decade."

"Because," she turned and slid into the car, "I'm kind of glad to be free of Mystic Falls."

Klaus shut her door and walked around. He started the car and tapped the steering wheel for a moment before nodding.

"In the interest of harmony," he turned to face her, "I'll agree to those terms, but…"

"There's always a 'but'," Elena sighed. She buckled her seatbelt and crossed her arms.

"The calls will be made from a burner phone, and I will be present for them," he arched an eyebrow in challenge, "just to make sure you don't say something you shouldn't… and your brother is the only one you call."

Elena's rich chocolate eyes flickered over his face for a moment before she nodded once. "We've got a deal… now… um… where are we?"

"See if you can guess," he chuckled and threw the car in drive.

"Somewhere in Europe," Elena peered through the windshield at the signs directing them out of the airport. She recognized English and French but there were several other languages that were completely foreign to her.

"You're definitely on the right track," he glanced at her face as he turned on to the highway.

Roughly a half hour later Elena's eyes grew round as she took in the sparkling water along the right side of the vehicle. She cast him an inquisitive look when he drove the car onto the ferry.

Elena leaned over the rail when they were above deck and watched the receding coastline. It was dazzling. The clear turquoise water and the white sands reflected the light. Glancing over her shoulder she saw several small islands on the horizon.

"Greece," Elena nodded decisively.

"We are in Greece," Klaus smirked.

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