3Chapter 11
"How does the distance inspire the calculating range?" El asked as I walked in.
"What?" I stepped out of her way as she paced.
"Why does the sophisticated jelly intervene the discussion?" Huh?
"Sorry?"
"Why does the slip appraise the wry glass?" She seemed all right.
"Er..." Her eyes were a tiny bit out of focus.
"Why does the hideous group earn the opinion?" How should I know.
"Do you want to be alone?" Sometimes it was best but if she wanted me to stay I would stay.
"The cumbersome sister decides the rule." Who's sister, mine or hers?
"What does that mean?"
"How does the productive chance enlarge the disgust?" And she's off again. I almost had a straight answer.
"Just stop for a second."
"How does the attractive journey methodize the effect?"
"El, explain." Is she on drugs again?
"The water controls the redundant voice."
"Of course it does." Has she been drinking?
It took me a moment to realize what was going on. She must have tried to figure out her emotions and – in the process – lost her grip on reality.
It took me about an hour to convince El to come to bed. She refused to sleep alone though so I lay – my chest to her back – with my arms curled around her as she flinched in whatever nightmare she was currently suffering from. El didn't dream any more,she just had nightmares and this led to her unwillingness to sleep. Which in turn led to self induced insomnia.
The sun was peeking through the curtains to my bedroom warming my back. It must have been midday. Too soon it was beginning to burn so I turned over with a sigh. I opened my eyes to see emerald ones looking back at me. I wasn't even startled.
"Boo." He whispered. He was lying down next to me, facing me, seeming like he has been there for ages and was not going to move anytime soon.
"Morning." I pulled the covers around me and closed my eyes, not ready to get up yet.
"You look comfy." I could hear a smile in his voice.
"Don't bother me yet, Klaus. I'm still sleeping." I heard him chuckle. I almost drifted of when a question came to my mind. I looked at him.
"Was I bad last night?" I knew better than to try to figure out my emotions – especially on my own – but... Klaus smiled and stroked my hair.
"Not too bad. You didn't make a lot of sense. A little compassion from your favorite vampire settled you down though."
"Vladimir is here?" I asked teasingly. Klaus grinned before flopping onto his back and sighing.
"I wounder how he is?" He mused.
"Probably has a new woman on his arm. An enemy after him. A 'grand tale' to tell us next time we meet up." I answered back.
"Probably. Think he forgives us for that... er... incident?" Klaus glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
"We both know I had nothing to do with that incident Mr 'Wont it be a great idea to have him confront Van Helsing?' don't we?" I grinned.
"Yes ma'am."
"Don't ma'am me. I'm not old; I'm just getting on a bit." I scolded.
"How old are you now?"
"9017."
"Old."
"I hate you."
"I love you too Ellie." I tried to suffocate him with my pillow.
I stared at his sleeping face. He must have been up all day and night yesterday. Was I wrong to tell him about what I feel? Is it wrong to keep Eleanor from him? Is it wrong to keep myself from Eleanor? Was Oliver serious with his threat? Was I serious with mine? Which side of this 'war' did I truly stand on? What about Klaus? Would I have to fight him? Would I have to fight my family? The people I have known for millennia?
These questions flitted around my head over and over. No wonder I was insane. No wonder I struggled to cope. Is this how Klaus feels all the time? How does he handle his own emotions, never mind mine?
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
My eyes flashed back open. I knew what to do. I knew the answers. I was right to tell Klaus. It is wrong to keep Eleanor from him and myself from Eleanor. Oliver was serious and from now on so am I. And this so called 'war' is not going to happened. I know where I stand.
First I have to go and find Eleanor before Klaus does.