As she walked through the eerily quiet park the wind billowed her caramel coloured curls from her face, exposing spotless olive skin with misty green eyes framed with thick dark eyelashes that flickered open and close in an attempt to keep the wind at bay, she never saw the figure lurking in the shadows of the trees following her home. Her numbed fingers desperately pulled and tugged at her coat in a feeble effort to keep the cold air from freezing her to her very core. Glancing behind her at the faint sound of footsteps she noticed a man in a crimson shirt and fitted black coat leaning against one of trees, startling slightly when a car drove past to reveal his eyes openly staring straight at her. Shaking her head of the ridiculous thought that the man's eyes had glowed silver in the brief light she turned and resumed her journey home. Albeit at a much brisker pace than before. The overwhelming feeling of relief at seeing her front door almost knocked her off her feet with surprise, pushing the feeling aside she concentrated on somehow manoeuvring herself and her things through her narrow door of her apartment. Huffing with the effort of getting in she kicked the door shut, mistaking the gust of wind as another breeze from outside instead of the danger that it really was.

Throwing her keys onto the cabinet next to the front door she headed straight for the kitchen, not sensing the danger in her own home. Placing her shopping on the island in the middle of her kitchen she turned to put the lights on in the hallway, simultaneously removing her coat and scarf as she was at it. Opening the fridge to put the groceries away she never saw the predator standing in the doorway of her kitchen. It wasn't until she had put the very last piece of food away did the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention, her alerting her to the menacing figure now standing inches behind her. Freezing from fear she could feel the persons' hot breath fan across the bare and vulnerable flesh of her neck as the feeling of absolute terror of the unknown consumed every fibre of her being. Swallowing the rising fear that had suddenly lodged itself where her vocal cords should be, she managed to muster the courage to her unwanted and unknown visitor. "You're the man from the park aren't you?" wincing as her voice came out more as a whimper than an actual question. "Oh, so you did manage to see me, I wasn't sure seeing as you didn't have your glasses on" a deep yet luscious voice replied.

Her death grip on the counter became impossibly tighter at the shiver that ran up her spine at the sound of his voice and the disturbing information that had just been revealed. SHIT! How the hell does he know I wear glasses? Who is this man? What does he want with me? Has he been following me? SHIT SHIT SHIT! The thoughts ran through her head at the speed of light making her feel slightly light headed. After taking a deep, calming breath she whispered the question that she most feared the answer of "What do you want with me?" She had so many more question but she had barely managed to finish her sentence before the ice cold grip of fear closed its unmerciful hand around her throat, making her feel as though she was choking from the force of the emotion. "I'm not going to hurt you if that's what you're asking. However, I do need to have an urgent and complex conversation with you Miss Richards, so if u want to release your counter and turn to face me it would make this delicate yet time consuming conversation a lot easier" the voice replied softly. Although this man was obviously trying to put her at ease with his tone the fact that he was SO calm, as if he belonged to had the right to be in her kitchen made one certain chilling fact race through her mind: he knows what he's doing! SHIT in the T.V shows it's always the ones who know what they're doing who are the worst! Gathering the few strands of courage left in her body she blanked her face and turned to face her 'guest'.

Keeping her stoic expression on her face her eyes slowly took in every detail of the man before her. He was wearing fitted black trousers with a contrasting loose crimson shirt with the top for buttons undone baring his collar bone to her evaluating eyes. Moving up her eyes studied his face: strong jaw with a dusting of stubble, slightly pouty lips with deep brown eyes. Studying his eyes she saw the blatant presence of arrogance but underneath the arrogance there was a spark which she couldn't quite place. It was a cross between longing and need. What is he longing for and who the hell does he think is storming in here and demanding I do as he says, I mean has he ever heard of social skill. "Well?" his voice had turned impatient, rudely interrupting her examination of him. Before she could even begin to form a reply in her head she found herself sitting in her living room with the mystery man sitting opposite her. Audibly gulping she began to ask the questions that had plagued her mind over the last agonizingly tense few minutes in which some strange yet dangerous man had invaded her own little place of calm in her hectic life.

"So let me get this straight, you're a vampire/werewolf hybrid who for the last thousand years has been solely to break this curse thingy that your, oh I don't know step father?, put on you right?" at his nod of confirmation she continued in a small voice " so what do you want with me? I mean shouldn't you be out making little freaky hybrids to take over the planet?". "Well that was the original plan until you popped up. You see when searching for the moonstone to break the curse that was placed upon me I only thought of creating my own species in a purely `take-over-the-world` fashion and was to blind to have actually have thought about the one thing that could make me weak. Even as an ancient year old hybrid". He looked at her purposely; she knew that he was trying to communicate some form of an urgent message through his eyes. "Klaus you haven't answered my question. What does this have to do with me? I mean I'm just a P.A. !" she exclaimed incredulously. All of a sudden his face lost all traces of the smug, arrogant and superior expression that had graced his face from the moment she had first seen him and became soft almost cautious. "The thing is Emily werewolves have mates…

… and your mine!"