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Vince put his hands on Roxie's shoulders. "Calm down," he said. "I can explain..."

"What's there to explain?" Roxie raged. "You lied to me, didn't you? You told me we were going to Hawaii, got me in a plane under false pretenses and then drugged me so I would marry you. What is your problem?"

"It wasn't my idea," Vince said. "Your dad suggested we come here. And that we should get married. Something about our future happiness depending on it, actually. So if you're upset, take it up with him."

"Oh, this is just great!" Roxie raged, pushing Vince away. "I told you that if you became his hybrid you would end up doing everything he said. And it's just like a man to say that the only way I'm going to be happy is if I get married. I don't care if Dad said it, I do not want to be married right now! I'm going to find whoever did this to us and make them undo it right now!" She pulled the covers off the bed, put them around herself and stalked out of the villa, while Vince gazed out at the ocean, thinking that it would probably do Roxie some good to have a swim later.

Clutching the blanket tighter, Roxie strode down the beach until she literally ran into a guy coming in from the surf. Growling, she pushed him onto the sand and continued on her way toward the fanciest hut.

"Just a minute!" The young man called, running after her. He was breathing hard. "Stop, stop, stop!"

"Fine!" Roxie said, turning around. "What do you want?"

The young man pushed blonde hair out of his eyes and gave Roxie a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

Roxie shook her head. "No, I'm not okay! I was just dragged here on a plane by my boyfriend who told me we were going on a romantic getaway to Hawaii for a week." She paused. "Is this Hawaii?"

He shook his head. "No."

Roxie laughed bitterly and nodded. "I thought not." She sighed. "I had a goofy drink that made me woozy and the next thing you know, I have a ring on my finger because apparently, I got married a few hours ago, even though I don't remember a thing."

"So you're her!" The young man said. "I'm Frankie, nice to meet you."

Roxie grudgingly took his hand. "What do you mean I'm her?" She asked.

"The Great One's daughter?" Frankie asked. "The Beautiful One's daughter?"

Roxie burst out laughing. "You're a great kidder, Frankie. Calling my dad The Great One. Heh. Although I wouldn't put it past him to do something like that. It would be completely in character."

"Our leader has pictures of him," Frankie said. "And he also has the ability to communicate with him when necessary. Typically though, the Great One comes by to visit every fifty years or so. I wasn't alive when he made his last visit, but my grandfather spent the evening with your mother after she and your father got married and he said the experience was quite memorable."

"You're making that up!" Roxie said. "You're probably high as a kite. I bet everyone around here is." She paused. "Is this some sort of cult? You don't seem like a primitive civilization, like the sorts in the jungle who worship airplanes or whatever."

"No," Frankie shook his head, helping Roxie over a log that had washed up on shore. "We're aware of what goes on outside. We have radios, and the chief has a television."

"How did you get radios?" Roxie asked.

"Interesting thing about this island," Frankie said. "The waters around it are notoriously treachorous. Boats and planes get lost and are never seen again. The survivors of the boat and plane wrecks end up here with whatever equipment and supplies they can salvage."

"Why doesn't anyone ever wear clothes?" Roxie asked.

Frankie shrugged. "Because it's warm enough not to," he said simply.

"I suppose that's as good a reason as any," Roxie said, clutching the bed sheet tighter around her body.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked her. "Were you looking for someone?"

"Yes, I am," Roxie said. "I'm looking for someone who can undo the marriage that your stupid leader performed between my boyfriend and me. I'm not ready to be married! And what kind of a person marries two people when one of them is cleary incapacitated? Well, actually, I don't remember if I was incapacitated or not, but I must have been. That drink I got on the plane really did a number on me."

"Yeah, it would if you aren't used to it," Frankie nodded. "Look, I can take you to see the chief, but I don't think you're going to like what he has to say."

"Why not?" Roxie asked. "What's he going to say?"

Frankie had trouble meeting her eyes. "He's going to say that he can't do anything for you. That since your marriage was ordered by the Great One, only the Great One can get you out of it."

"Well, that's just stupid!" Roxie cried. She was so angry, she let the sheet drop and Frankie's eyes widened until they were as big as saucers with only a thin band of green iris visible. "What are you looking at?" Roxie asked, glaring at him.

"Nothing," he said, averting his eyes quickly.

"Now," Roxie said, pulling Frankie after her. "I don't care if the leader says he can't undo my marriage to Vince because it was ordered by my father. If he can't do something about it, I will, believe you me."

"Oh, I do," Frankie said.

"So are you going to take me to see this leader of yours?" Roxie asked.

"Of course," Frankie nodded. He led her to a house that was much smaller than she thought it would be.

"If this is your chief's house," Roxie asked, "Then whose is the big house? The one with the big palm trees in the back?"

"That would be for your parents when they come to visit," Frankie said.

"Oh, well does that mean I can stay there?" Roxie asked. "I mean, I am their daughter. Why didn't Vince and I just go there after I was unceremoniously and unjustly forced into marriage?"

"Oh, it wasn't unceremonious," Frankie said. "I mean, we didn't do as much as we did when your parents got married, but we didn't do nothing."

"So do I get to move into my parents' house or not?" Roxie asked.

"You'll have to take it up with the chief," Frankie said. "It's not up to me."

"Where is 'the chief?" Roxie asked. "Are we actually gonna see him, or are we just going to stand here talking?"

"This way," Frankie said, gesturing down a stretch of sand with a dark speck at the end, which Roxie assumed was 'the chief's' house. She couldn't wait to get there and give this guy a piece of her mind.

Selina came running to the front door to answer it and stop the loud, rapid, relentless knocking that had been going on for the last several minutes.

"What?" She asked when she saw Klaus on the other side of the door. "What's going on, Nicky?"

Klaus strode into the house and gave her a look. "Remember how I told you that I sent Roxie and Vince to the island to get them out of Myna's way?"

"Yeah? What about it?" Selina asked. "Roxie's not causing trouble, is she? Do we have to start fearing for the islanders?"

"Vince just called," he said. "Apparently, Roxie wasn't too happy when she found out what we did."

"Well, I should hope she wasn't!" Selina said. "Did you or Vince tell her what you were planning on doing before you did it, or did you leave it to be one of your fun little 'surprises' like you did when you and I went there?"

Klaus growled. "I thought that if we told her, she'd resist," he said through his teeth. "So I told Vince to make up a plausible lie to mislead her. That way she'd go for sure."

"Why can't you ever try being honest?" Selina asked. "Why does it always have to be lies and tricks with you?"

"Because if I told her the truth, I knew she'd balk and object and we didn't have a lot of time to get her out of the way," Klaus said. "And what's so bad about the island anyway? Blue sky, blue water, warm weather, white sand...I don't see why anyone should have an objection to it."

"Well there has to be something else then," Selina said. "Did you tell Vince anything else besides 'I have this island that I'm head of, take her there to get her out of harm's way'? Something that she might object to? 'Cause I agree that just going to the island alone, even under false pretenses, shouldn't be enough to set her off too much, although I never really know with Miss Roxie."

"Well," Klaus was having trouble looking Selina in the eyes now. "I also might have told the chief to marry them once they get there."

"What?" Selina asked. "You told the chief to marry the two of them? She's only seventeen for crying out loud! Why does she have to get married now? What about letting her see the world first?"

"She can still do that," Klaus said quickly. "But I just think it might be good for her to have a calming, steady influence in her life. Especially considering what's going on between you and me right now."

"We should talk to her about it instead," Selina said. "That would be better for her, to help her understand what's going on. I'm going to go and get dressed and then we're going to go to the yacht and get the the island and sort this whole mess out!"

"What's the point of changing?" Klaus asked, his eyes roaming over her pink silk bathrobe. He could tell from the way that it clung to her body that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. "You know the dress code of the island."

Selina shook her head. "I'd rather not encourage you," she said. "Now is not the time for you to have ideas in your head. We have to focus!"

"Focus on what?" Elijah asked. "What's going on?"

"Nothing you need to worry about," Selina said. "Roxie's throwing a fit and we have to go sort it out."

"And where exactly is it that you're going?" Elijah asked.

"Just to this island I rule over," Klaus said. "It has a very informal dress code."

"I would like to come too," Elijah said after a moment. "Give me a few minutes to pack some things and we'll go."

"I don't know if you really want to go," Selina said, following him to their bedroom. "I don't think it would be your sort of place."

"I don't care," Elijah said. "I don't trust Niklaus to be alone with you anywhere that has 'a very informal dress code'."

"Oh, please," Selina said. "That won't have any effect on me. It didn't the first time we went there, either."

He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head so that he was looking into her eyes. "Does that mean you don't want me to come?" He asked.

"Of course I want you to come if you'd like," she said. "I just didn't think you'd want to. In fact, once we get there, you'll probably want to get in the boat and sail right back. Although I wouldn't mind at all being with you in a warm place that has blue skies, blue water, white sand..." She paused. "Be sure you bring a bathing suit," she said. "Meet us in the car in five minutes."

She grabbed Lucy, went out to the car and sat in the backseat, and then Klaus began backing out. "Wait a minute!" Selina said. "Just what do you think you're doing? We have to wait for Elijah. He's coming too."

Klaus smirked. "Is he really?"

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "I have to have something to occupy my time while you deal with Roxie."

He turned. "You mean you aren't going to help me? Vince said it's the whole marriage thing that's causing trouble, and that's your raison d'etre."

"Well, maybe once you tell her why you wanted her to be married and that you're sorry, she'll calm down and back off. And if you really run into trouble and can't make any headway, let me know and I'll help you, but you have to make a genuine effort first," Selina told him. "And stop off at Stefan and Anna's before you go to the airport so I can drop off Lucy."

He rolled his eyes. "I doubt you'll help me," he said. "You'll probably be 'too busy'."

Selina grinned. "Maybe, we'll see."

Just then, Elijah knocked on Klaus' car door and Selina let him in. "Glad you got here," she said as he slid in next to her and she leaned against him. "Somebody wanted to drive off without you."

"That would have been such a tragedy," Klaus said. "By the way, you two need to be careful if you're thinking of being with each other at all while we're there."

"Of course we are!" Selina said. "Why?"

"Because according to island laws, you and I are married and I'm a god, so they might not take too kindly to the knowledge that you're cheating on me," he said.

Elijah was looking hesitant now. "Selina, maybe we shouldn't do anything," he said. "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble."

Selina was quiet as the car backed out of the driveway and then she burst out laughing. "Oh, please," she said. "I doubt they'll care that I'm with somebody else. On the day we got married, I slept with the whole island and they praised me for it!" She placed a hand on Elijah's arm. "Nothing bad will happen, trust me. Everything will be completely under control."

He sighed and took Lucy on his lap. "All right," he said. "If you say so."

"Oh, you're here. That's great!" Vince said. He had dressed and was running to meet them. "You need to get to your house right away. Things have gotten worse."

"Define 'worse,' Selina told him. "Is anyone dead?"

"Not at the moment," Vince shook his head. "But I think that could change at any time, so we have to hurry."

"How did all this happen?" Selina asked.

Vince took a deep breath. "Well, first Roxie was upset about the whole marriage thing, then she changed her mind a bit after the chief told her that it could be undone if one of you said it was okay, and she wanted to stay in your house, but the chief wouldn't let her because she's not you, and that's when she threw the fit."

They arrived at the house and Vince opened the door. "Would one of the two of you go in first?" He asked Klaus and Selina. "This is one bullet I don't want to take again until I absolutely have to."

"Well, you heard him!" Klaus said to Selina. "Go in first and take the bullet!"

"No," Selina shook her head. "We said you were gonna deal with this, remember? So you go in first."

They heard a crash and Vince said, "Somebody just go! I don't care who it is!"

Selina rolled her eyes and walked into the house, followed by Elijah and then Klaus and Vince.

"She shouldn't be too hard to find," Vince said. "Just follow the crashing."

They found Roxie in the dining room, throwing all the china on the floor. The chief was tied to a chair and watching her with wide eyes. A few other people were sitting around the kitchen table as well. "No!" He cried. "Don't! I'll do anything you say!"

Roxie picked up a plate, cracked it, and ran one of the sharp edges down his cheek and licked the stream of blood from the cut with her tongue, wincing. "Too salty," she groaned. "Do you have to sweat so much? I mean really."

"Roxanne, what do you think you're doing?" Selina asked. "What is going on here?"

Roxie gestured expansively around the dining room. "All these men married me to Vince and now they won't let me out of it," she said. "I thought I might give them some incentive by destroying all these silly plates they seem to hold so dear. And I've been having a contest to see which one of them is the yummiest." She walked toward a man whose dark brown hair was wet with perspiration. He was nearly still and the dried blood caked on his neck showed that she'd been drinking from him for quite some time. She grabbed him by his hair and bit him again, but then Vince pulled her away.

"Stop!" He cried. "Stop this right now!"

"Why?" She asked. "I'm having fun! Don't think that just because we're supposedly married you're going to stop me from having fun!"

"How can you call this fun?" Vince asked. "Hurting people like this?"

"What'll you do if I don't stop?" Roxie asked, getting right up next to him. "Will you leave me for somebody nicer? You wouldn't be the first person in this room to try and pull crap like that."

Selina let out her breath. "And there is the elephant in the room." She gently pushed Vince aside and ordered Roxie to sit down. "I thought you'd be upset about that," she told Roxie quietly. "That's why I came to explain what happened."

"What do you think I am, dumb or something?" Roxie asked. "I know what happened. I saw it. There's no need for you to explain anything." She looked up at Klaus. "How are you feeling, Daddy? Are you okay?"

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "I'm fine, I suppose. For now."

"It's all right for you to be mad," Roxie said earnestly. "You don't have to hold everything in just for my benefit."

"Thank you," Klaus told her. "But now we're dealing with your problems, not mine. The reason why I sent you over here and arranged for you and Vince to be married wasn't because I wanted to hurt you or inconvenience you. There were problems back home, if you recall. My hybrids were dying. And I didn't want you to be another casualty. Can you understand that?"

Roxie sighed. "I suppose. But I still don't like it. Now that you're here, can't you just make it go away? The marriage, I mean?"

"Roxanne, there are far worse people you could be married to," Selina told her. "Your father and I both have had experiences with arranged marriages and nobody we got saddled with was as nice as Vince."

Roxie nodded and sniffled. "I suppose. And that's the problem."

"What problem?" Vince asked, more willing to come near her now that she seemed to have calmed down. "There isn't a problem."

"Yes, there is!" She nodded. "I don't like it here! I wanna go home!"

"Or you could come swimming with me," Vince said to her. "Wouldn't you rather do that instead? It's so nice and warm outside, it'll cheer you right up."

"I know it's warm!" She snapped. "I've been outside. How do you think I got here?"

Selina looked back and forth between the two of them and stood up. "I think we'll leave the two of you to work things out," she said. She looked at the chief. "I think it would be best if Roxie stayed here. It's all right with us."

The chief nodded and they all left, leaving Vince and Roxie alone. Then, she buried her face in his shoulder and started crying.

"Hey," he said, putting a hand under her chin and looking into her tear-stained eyes. "What's the matter?"

She sobered and shook her head. "Nothing," she said. "Nothing is the matter. Now let's go have that swim, okay? Or we could just go to bed instead..." She reached a hand under his shirt and started stroking his stomach.

He shut his eyes. She'd been about to say something really useful, but as usual, she'd changed the subject instead. He wanted her to elaborate on the reason she'd been crying, but after looking at the men around the table, he decided not to push the issue. She'd explain eventually. She always did. He put his arms around her, kissed her forehead and let her lead him to bed.

She brought him into the first bedroom she found and shut the door, pushing him gently against the wall and peeling off his shirt, running her hands slowly down his stomach. Kissing her, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, putting her down on it so that she was looking up at him, then took off her shirt and her bra and threw them on the floor. He kissed down her neck and unzipped her. She unzipped him and then he straddled her.

"It's going to be okay," he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

She whimpered. "No, it's not." With a grunt, she rolled over so she was on top and gave him a smoldering look. "There," she said. "That's better."

He sighed and nodded. "Okay," he said. "If that's how you want it."

"I do." She nodded insistently and kissed him, laughing as he pushed into her. They went on for quite some time, but after Roxie tired out and sprawled beside him, Vince lay in bed, thinking about how he didn't feel the same. That maybe he felt even worse.

"You do what you need to," he said to her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "And when you finally feel you can talk to me, I'll be ready to listen."

"Sir?" Klaus looked up. "Yes?" He asked. The chief was standing just inside the doorway to his bedroom where Klaus had taken up residence. He looked nervous.

"That man that the Beautiful One is with, I noticed that you weren't eyeing him too kindly. Who is he?"

"He is my brother," Klaus said. "Selina's taken up with him."

"And you aren't happy about this," the leader finished. "We'd be more than happy to do something about it for you, you know that, right?"

Klaus looked at him in surprise. "I doubt you'd be able to be very effective against my brother, but it was a nice offer."

"If that's what you want," the chief said. "Then I'll leave you alone. Goodbye."

"Wait..." Klaus said. "Maybe there is something you can do..."

"This is quite a place," Elijah said.

Selina was looking out the window. She nodded and turned. "Beautiful, isn't it? Would you like to go for a swim?"

"Maybe later," he said. "Tonight, when the moon is out."

Selina grinned and put her arms around him. "How romantic," she said, kissing him. "Is this also because if it's dark, no one will be able to see you in a bathing suit?"

"Maybe," Elijah said. "Maybe not."

The rest of the day was torture, but as the moon hung bright over the night sky, Selina and Elijah snuck out of thier house and down to the ocean, wading in until the water was waist deep on him. They heard a twig snap and they both went under the black water for a moment, hoping no one saw them, and then reemerged a few minutes later.

"You look good wet," Selina remarked.

He was thinking the same thing as he looked her over, but couldn't actually get the words out. "I hope no one comes out here," she said. "I told everyone I would be busy with super secret stuff tonight so they should stay in their houses and not disturb me."

"Clever," he said, then watched in surprise as she peeled off her wet suit and waded to shore to throw it on the sand.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he watched her float around on her back.

"I just like the feeling of the cool water against my skin," she said. "You can go commando too, if you want. I don't mind."

"I think I'll stay like this, thank you," he said. "At least until we get inside."

She pulled him to her and put her lips against his ear. "Why wait until we get inside?" She asked, slipping her fingers just underneath his trunks. "If we just did it here, there wouldn't be any waiting."

She kissed him deeply. He held off for a little while, then picked her up and carried her to the shoreline, laying her out on the sand, marveling at the way the moonlight played on her dark hair. Then, she pulled him down on top of her and began kissing his neck, then she screeched as he entered her, anchoring herself by knotting her fingers in his hair. They rolled around on the sand, kissing each other feverishly until they finally fell asleep on the beach with the waves brushing their legs.

The next morning, however, they woke up to find themselves in the middle of the ocean, on a raft, with no land and no person in sight.

"Oh, my god," Selina said, clutching Elijah. "What are we going to do now?"