So, i had a crazy idea that Klaus had a crush on Elena... Yeah, it's weird. But I was bored outta my mind and decided to watch TVD (Well, if you only count the episodes with Joseph Morgan in them :P) and had this desire to write a short little ode for Klaus and Elena. You don't like it? Sucks to be you. Like it? You're amazing! Hope you enjoy! Review are lovely!

It's wrong. He knows it wrong. Though he can't help it. The Petrova bloodline always did something to him. Something he couldn't explain even if he wanted too. There was no words. He wanted to destroy the Salvatore brothers, he needed too. His only problem the 'Doppelganger' he couldn't hurt her even if he had to. If he'd sworn that his last breath he'd hurt her, he couldn't. She was his weakness.

He fantasized about her every night before going to bed, he'd pleasure himself to the thought of her. He swore in the beginning it was because she resembles Tatia but he didn't see Tatia. He didn't dream of Tatia, he didn't imagine Tatia underneath him; he didn't say her name when he came. The only picture in his mind was Elena.

It was annoying. His enemy was now the one in his dreams. The one who was invading his mind.

When he kidnapped her, she fell unconscious and it took nearly all the strength in his body to not touch her. To not ran a hand through her hair.

God, how he hated her.

Klaus wanted her. He wanted to be the one to hold her at night. But he couldn't. For two reasons. One: Everyone who ever wanted him dead would see her as a target. Two: She would never be able to see past his mask. His armor he put up to protect himself against love.

It hurt. Seeing her hold the Salvatore's closely to her body, it hurt having to know that not one but both Salvatore's got her. This childish crush was driving him crazy. He wanted it gone. Elena caused him pain but somehow his feelings were still there. She'd murdered both his brothers and tried to be rid of him multiple times. You don't love the person who hurts you. You shouldn't. It didn't matter how many times, he tried to convince himself otherwise. He'd see her face and he'd fall apart.

Klaus wasn't like this. He didn't open his heart. It was closed and bolted shut. Though somehow she managed to unknowingly break in. Klaus was always one to act on impulse, he was nearly twelve thousands years old and had yet to learn to think before you react. She's showed up at his yelling at him blaming him for her trouble. If it were anyone but her they'd be dead before they could get a word out. He'd take the pain and shouts. Allow her to leave untouched yet satisfied that she'd got the point across.

It was sickening having her so close to him when she's in the middle of a rant, he wanted nothing more but to kiss her. To make her his. To leave his scent all over her. They'd met in the past when she was a young girl at the tender age of 18. He'd known she was the doppelganger but curiosity got the best of him. Although, he should have also of taken into consideration that, 'Curiosity also killed the cat.' He felt like he was pervert old man when he watched her though taking his eyes off her seemed to be harder than expected. She was a mystery to him, he couldn't explain why he was attracted to her but he managed to get away before his thoughts became much more than that.

Being back in Mystic Falls brought back every single dirty thought he'd ever had. It was building up, it was becoming unbearable.

He'd closed his heart from the pain that he'd experienced. From the betrayal of his family; his mother, father; Elijah, Kol; Finn even Rebekah at times. He'd became a murder to deal with his pain, so he wouldn't be chopped down to a pathetic species. He had barriers. Barriers that he wanted broken but having no emotions and suddenly turning them on could kill a person. He didn't want that. He didn't need that. Klaus was alone. Elena was nothing more than a phase. She's was a toy that he'd began 'feeding' off of to satisfy his lack of sex. He needed to have sex and then just maybe-maybe his feelings for her would be gone. Then he could chalk them up to whatever excuse he'd think of.