(Y/N) woke up that morning with a slight headache. She came down to get something to drink, but feeling faint she couldn't go back up the stairs. So she had no other choice as to stay on the couch in the living room, where she fell asleep only to get woken by some kind of noise some time later.

She tried to ignore it, but since her head felt like it would burst any moment, it was pretty much futile. Having the flu was the only time she hated being a human.

"Damon?" She waited, but the noise was all she heard. "Could you turn that off?" Not getting an answer she sat up. When her head stopped spinning she stood up and tumbled out of the living room cursing.

After a couple of steps she recognized the noise as knocking, coming from the front door. So she tried to reach it without falling. Groaning she pulled it open ready to bite the head off of the person, who dared to wake her. On the other side of the door was none other than Klaus.

"What's up? Are you searching for Damon?", she asked him with a raspy voice trying to blink away the sunlight. She could swear the sun was mocking her or trying to burn out her eyes. Right this moment she knew exactly what vampires or hung over people felt like. It wasn't pleasant.

Klaus' smile disappeared the moment she opened her mouth. He frowned. "Are you all right, love? You look awful."

"Thanks a lot. You know, what women want to hear…", (Y/N) replied sarcastically. She knew she didn't exactly look like a model right this moment, but she wasn't ready to hear him saying it. Not when she literally felt like crap.

"What I mean is…are you not feeling well?" His blue eyes searched her face. He knew humans were fragile, but he didn't care for them. For her however he did care, she was his human after all. He cursed mentally.

"Everything's fine. What do you want?", she asked him with a tired look. All she wanted, was to get back in her bed and to stay there for the rest of her life.

"I wanted to talk to Damon…"

"He's not here. Come back later…" She tried to close the door in his face, but he stopped her.

"Why are you alone? Where are the others?"

She paused and opened the door fully. "I don't know. Away?", she croaked.

"And who's taking care of you?" He was worried. She couldn't be all alone without anyone caring for her, or could she?

"I'm a big girl and can manage myself…" She started to say, but his angry look stopped her in her tracks.

"Why is no one looking after you?" The words hit her like a slap. She knew he didn't mean to sound this harsh towards her, but it still hurt. Especially with her headache. So she watched him stunned before she replied sheepishly: "I didn't want to cause them any inconvenience."

His look softened. She was always the first to drop everything to help and Klaus knew that she felt uncomfortable when someone did the same for her. It was the most fascinating trait and the first thing he learned to love about her. Looking her in the eyes, he reached out. "Take my hand."

She couldn't resist his soft voice and put her small hand in his bigger one. When he picked her up bridal style, she was dumbstruck and only started to resist when he was half way up the stairs to her bedroom. Unfazed by her efforts to make him put her back down, he carried her up to her room where he laid her down on her bed and bit his wrist.

Even with having vampire brothers she never liked blood, which meant Damon and Stefan had to force it down her throat every time she got hurt.

She grimaced in disgust this time as well and tried to get away from Klaus. But he took her by her chin and pushed his wrist in her mouth. When she didn't swallow he looked her in the eyes. "I have all day, love. What about you?"

Rolling her eyes she took the first gulp nearly spitting it out again. But Klaus' voice soothed her until she drank enough blood. Then he took his wrist from her lips. "And now you'll be a good girl and go to sleep. When you wake up, you'll feel better." He brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"I hate you…" She sulked. "And I'll never forgive you."

He smiled. "For making you drink the blood or calling you good girl?"

"Take your pick!" She was old enough to drink, but looking younger than she actually was, everyone treated her like a kid. So she was mortally offended every time someone called her girl.

Even though she knew Klaus didn't mean it as an insult, she turned away from him pouting. But when he laid down and started to make himself comfortable behind her, she turned her head staring at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm staying until you're asleep." He smiled pulling her into his embrace.

"And I guess I can't make you leave?", she asked raising an eyebrow.

"No." He grinned cheeky making his dimples appear.

"If I can't get rid of you, you can at least keep me warm…" She leaned her back to his chest with an exaggerating sigh, pulling his arms around her.

Being warm and comfortable it took her no longer than 5 minutes to fall asleep, but Klaus stayed a bit longer to make sure she was sleeping, before he pulled the covers around her and turned to leave.

"Nik?" Her voice was just a whisper.

He turned to look at her, smiling softly. "Yes, love?"

"I don't hate you…"

"I know, love."