Alright guys I'm finally back with part two! I got some awesome inspiration from my boyfriend. (And he didn't even mean to inspire me.) So I finally decided what direction I want to take this in, even though it's not my original idea. So I hope you all enjoy this!

I sat down on the couch, looking anywhere aside from the three men staring at me. Instead I busied myself imagining how fire feels, watching the tongues of red eat away at the wood. Though I was innocent in the situation I felt guilty, the horrible feeling nagging away at me. "So..." Damon finally said. I wasn't quite sure how powerful this Klaus guy was, but I did know that both Salvatores were on edge, which put me on edge. "Do you want to explain why you want to take our charge away from us?" Damon didn't even hold back the loathing that coated his words.

Klaus rolled his eyes and strolled towards me. I flinched slightly and pressed myself against the couch, away from the tall British man. "Because you two are some of the most ill-equi[ed people to take care of a teenager. While you all are hundreds of years old, you're stuck at the age you turned." If that line had come out of anyone else's mouth or in any different circumstance, I would've laughed. The only thoughts going through my head was my brain screaming at me not to go with this creep. And I though that the vampire brothers were an uncomfortable bunch to be around.

"That's not what we mean Klaus, just cut to the chase and tell us why you're interested in her." Stefan snaps, while he has the same amount of hatred in his voice as Damon, he seems a lot more level headed. Which is just like those two, Damon is emotional and hot headed, Stefan is calm and logical. I hate logic, I wish that the younger boy had the same amount of passion and desperation to keep me around as Damon had. That wasn't an option though, Stefan just wasn't like that.

"I'm not going." I finally said softly, it was the first words I had uttered since meeting Klaus out on the property. All three men spun their heads and looked at me, emotions of shock were written all over their expressions. I hesitated, thinking that, maybe I should've just kept my mouth shut. Opening my mouth to say something the three vampires jerked their heads towards the door, effectively cutting me off. In stormed Elena and Bonnie, sadly Jeremy wasn't anywhere to be found, neither was Caroline. My guess was that Elena and the witch hadn't told them their little secrets. Saving my smart mouth Elena instantly went into to a rant full of rage.

Just like Stefan she didn't really have the passion to defend me for the sake of me staying, but rather just the fact that she didn't want Klaus to have me. The Gilbert went on and on about how he was scum and just wanted a family since his had condemned him and didn't want him anymore. I couldn't figure out how Klaus stayed so stoic through it all, even as a vamp I think it would've gotten to me a little bit. She obliterated him, completely and utterly tore apart any thing she knew about him. "So! Are you really going to come here and torment us more?" She snapped summing up her little fit of anger.

Klaus just chuckled his and reached over to where Damon was now sitting, grabbing the scotch glass that the older Salvatore had previously been drinking from. "Love, sticks and stones." He said taking a sip of scotch. "She's rightfully mine, she's decended from my bloodline, and while I had to weed out her remaining family, she can finally come into my care." He said and raised his glass at me, as if to toast this good fortune. But it wasn't fortune, it was murder, Klaus murdered my family. I let out a growl and finally stood up suddenly, heading towards the stairs. "Now don't run away, I so badly don't want to hurt you." He said in a sing-song voice.

I turned back around to the group of people staring at me. "I'm not going with you Klaus, I don't know why you want me to come live with you, but it's not happening." Suddenly my feet carried me closer to the original, it was a bad idea, but I couldn't stop myself. "Frankly it's a sick obsession, sure, I'm your kin, but that doesn't mean that I want to go live with you, and I'm not going to! You killed my family, my real family and I'm never going to forgive you."

In a flash Klaus had me pinned against a wall, and everyone was standing on guard, Bonnie and the brothers ready for a fight. "You were never their family, not really, you're my child, and I will not let you stay with these young thugs." The new discovery hit me suddenly, my mind trying it's hardest to no avail. I was beginning to panic, and I couldn't figure out why no one else was panicking. "But if you really want to stay here, then I will allow you too, just know I will be back." And then he was gone, out of the house just as suddenly as he had appeared out by the water.

I stayed completely still, my eyes darting from Damon to Stefan's face. Damon looked panicked, not that the information was knew, but panicked at my reaction. Stefan on the other hand had guilt written all over his face. I knew instantly that they both knew from the very beginning, they knew. Fury began to crawl through me, I wanted to scream, ask why I didn't know, ask how I was born, ask where I had came from. Was I even human, did my family know about this, and what did this mean for me now. I didn't though, instead I just turned towards the stairs and mechanically scaled them, too many emotions and doubts filled my head for me to think rationally. So I'd sleep, and ask those questions tomorrow, and scream tomorrow.