A/N: So! I had this idea for a Klaus/OC story and decided to write it, obviously. I haven't seen anyone else do this, so I thought it would be cool to give it a go. Since some of you are new to my fictions (this is only my second), I like to do visuals and since my addiction to Polyvore is massive, I tend to make sets for the outfits that my OC's wear. So, check on my profile. I love reviews and the more I get, the more I want to get a new chapter up. Please review and tell me what you think! Also, I see Arella as Alexandra Daddario, just in case you all like visuals too! I don't own anyone from The Vampire Diaries and if I did, I would be busy ravaging their bodies.

Klaus had gotten what he wanted: the coffins. Much to his surprise Elijah standing there was comforting in a way and the two decided to retreat from Mystic Falls for the time being, going to Italy to better put their plans together. Rebekah would be a problem, if the time ever arose for her to awakened, but she could always be dealt with. Klaus would simply explain to his sister about why he had killed their mother, but he knew that she had betrayed him. Not only had he lied, but she did as well when it came to the death of Mikael. Lie for a lie, he supposed.

The two brothers arrived in Italy, stepping off the private jet that they had arranged. The hybrid turned his attention to the rising sun, noting how it lit up the sky with it's early morning rays, like arms stretching out to greet the day. Klaus turned his attention from the sky to the hybrids he brought with him, tilting his head slightly to the side as his blue eyes connected with a man among them. "Take the coffins to the house. Don't stop along the way for any reason. We'll be there later."

The hybrid gave a nod of his head, moving back to the jet and proceed to unload the coffins with the others. Elijah stood beside his brother, hands shoved into his pockets as he watched them being unloaded. "Where to, brother?"

Klaus gave his brother a pat on the back, grinning slightly. "Ah, where to indeed. I believe we let the council here know we've arrived. A party, perhaps?"

"And what of Rebekah? Shall we wake her?"

The hybrid paused for a moment and then gave a shake of his head, "Let's allow her some beauty sleep. As much as it pains me to let it go on, I believe right now it's for the best. She very well could go against me and I cannot have that."

Elijah gave a faint nod of his head and slipped into the back of the black town car, with Klaus following closely behind him. Both brothers peered out of the backseat windows, watching the city pass them by as they went. It had been forever since the two were there, and was overjoyed that the beauty remained. So many places evolved and changed over time and while evolution was welcome, there were things that should still hold their original essence.

"Call around, let them know we have arrived and the plans for the night. Formal wear, of course. Let's see who comes out to play, shall we, brother?" Klaus glanced to his brother with a smirk on his face, causing the dimples in his cheek to become prominent.

"Allegiance? Is that the purpose?"

The hybrid tilted his head in thought, "We'll see."

"No, I'm not going."

"Arella, you have to go."

The brunette woman shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest in a manner that said she was putting her foot down. Original vampire, plus an Original hybrid? No, absolutely not. "If I go, they'll know and I can't risk that."

Michelangelo stood from his chair, moving to the woman to place his hands on her arms to rub, trying to soothe away her worrying. "They won't know."

She shoved his hands away and went to the window, looking out at the vineyard that seemed to go on for miles, trying to get the fearful feeling to settle down in her stomach. Arella had done a good job of hiding herself through the years and now, well, now it felt like she was being tossed to the wolves. "They'll know, I know they will."

He crossed over to her, resting his chin against the brunette woman's shoulder. "How long have you hidden what you are?" Michelangelo questioned and paused before continuing on, not giving her a chance to answer him. "How many vampires and werewolves have you come across and not once did they ever question anything? You can do this, you've done it before, a million times."

"This is different, Michael, these are Originals we're talking about here. Not some normal vampire or werewolf. It all started with them."

Michael sighed softly, "I know you're worried, but there is no need to be, bella. Now," He paused, placing a soft kiss to her shoulder before moving back to his seat, crossing his legs. "take Liz with you to go shopping. Formal wear, so make sure everything is suitable for tonight."

She turned to face him, resting her hip against the windowsill, "And they aren't even going to be slightly curious as to why you brought a human along? You're not thinking this through."

"I am. They'll be even more suspicious if I don't bring you. Everyone knows you'll be there. Not only will be they suspicions, but all the others will be as well. So just go buy something beautiful to wear, get ready, and meet me at the door before ten." Michelangelo waved his hand in a dismissing manner, causing Arella to growl quietly at him. She turned and left without so much as another word, but made sure to slam the door as hard as she could on the way out of the study.

Michelangelo was playing with fire, she knew that. He didn't seem to be worried about the event that night. In the beginning when they met, she felt she could trust him with her secret. In the end all he did was turn on her, forcing her to stay with him as long as he wished. Five years had passed. Five long, and tiring years. Arella couldn't help but wonder if he would turn on her tonight, use her as some sort of leverage to get himself in with the Originals and secure his own safety. She heard stories from the other vampires who came to the villa about them. All of them. Most were scared and would quickly do whatever they asked, in fear of outraging them to the point of death.

Arella would not.

Though, she would happily go shopping on Michelangelo's money and planned to make him pay for forcing her to attend. High credit card bill and all. For a moment she just stood there, resting against the staircase, taking deep breaths in. Her dainty fingers raised to the antique crystal pendant she wore, moving it carefully between her fingers. It was just one of the many important pieces of jewelry she owned that in the end saved her life.

"Please, just let me get through this night alive." Arella spoke quietly to herself before pulling out her cellphone to call Liz for her shopping trip.

Klaus stood with a group of upscale vampires, discussing what had been happening in Italy since he left. He liked to keep up on things, especially since he would now reside in the area until stated otherwise. He could see his brother working the crowd, conversing with everyone. Most likely doing his best to get them on their side. Elijah didn't have to try hard since they were Originals and the most powerful vampires to walk the earth, but there were some who still needed persuading. Bidding the upscale vampires a goodnight, he made his way around the crowd to stand beside his brother, who glanced at him in return.

"I'm bored, brother."

Klaus chuckled, giving a faint nod of his head, "Yes, this is dull, but important. I'm sure there will be something here to cure the boredom soon."

Elijah took a sip of his bourbon, looking through the crowd of people. If this wasn't business he would have been out on the town, enjoying the fine music and delicious cuisine.

A vampire they had met a couple of times before walked up to them, bowing his head politely in submission and smiled at them. "My Lords, how lovely of you to grace us once more with your presence. It has been far too long since you stepped foot in Italy."

"Yes, quite a bit. It pleases me to see that it has not changed much." Klaus responded, taking a much needed swig of his bourbon. "I see most everyone we know is here, though there are some I'm not acquainted with."

"Allow me to introduce you to them. The woman I came with is somewhere around here, though women are such conversing creatures." Michelangelo chuckled looking around the crowd as best he could.

"Come then," Elijah spoke, placing his hand in his pocket, "introduce us. They know of us, I think it's only fair that we give them the same pleasure."

The hybrid had been listening, but his eyes were elsewhere, looking upon a brunette woman he had never seen before. She appeared young, no older than twenty-two with big, blue eyes and long brunette hair that was curled loosely and pulled over one of her shoulders. Really what had drawn his attention in the first place was the daring dress she wore. It was black lace -at least, he thought it to be lace- that held intricate patters in black throughout the garment, leaving just enough to imagination, while making your mouth water at the delicious skin visible. It covered the woman's most intimate parts, which made Klaus curse the dress. He was so focused on her and what she looked like under the solid black patterns that he didn't hear his brother speaking to him.

"Klaus?" Elijah questioned, tilting his head as he studied his brother.

"Sorry gentleman, but I see a beautiful woman in need of some male attention. Michelangelo, take my brother around and I will join the two of you shortly. Now, if you'll excuse me."

Before even coming to the party, Michelangelo promised he wouldn't leave Arella alone. But there she was, stuck with a bunch of vampires while she played human, praying to stay out of sight from the Originals. She wasn't stupid; Arella knew eventually that they would cross paths, but she did hope it wouldn't be for long and the visit would be short. Maybe they would find her boring, uninteresting even, and go on about their business, whatever it was.

She received many compliments on her dress; an Alexander McQueen black lace dress that as soon as her eyes came into contact with it, knew that it was the one for her on that night. It was out there, which was one reason why she liked it so much. She owned many pieces of his collections, finding his style to be one that suited her quite well. Though, she didn't know that it would be getting attention from a person she was doing her best to avoid. Many vampires had already introduced themselves to Elijah and Niklaus, while the woman moved from the ballroom to the gardens in hopes of staying out of sight, even if she was wearing a dress that could easily draw attention.

Her bright blue eyes scanned around once more before giving up hope on finding her escort and she sighed softly, rubbing her fingers against the expensive wine glass in her hand, only really succeeding in feeling the silk of her black elbow length gloves. Arella was sure it was a good thing that the two were not together at that point, having no idea what he was doing or who he was with. One of the women she was talking to -Micah- had asked her a question, but when she saw Niklaus making his way in their direction, she quickly excused herself and disappeared in the sea of people.

It was out to the gardens once more.

Some would probably assume she was frightened of them and on some level she was. But that fear wasn't what was making her leave. It was the fact she wanted nothing to do with them, especially once she heard stories of their travels and the havoc that they seemed to create where ever they went. It was like a plague in her mind, one that she didn't want to be involved in.

While most women seemed to throw themselves at powerful beings, Arella was the girl who stayed behind the scenes, only speaking when spoken to most of the time and hiding in the shadows. Attention was never her goal, and she wasn't one to use her body to elevate herself, but instead used the power of her mind and her mind alone to prove that she wasn't like most women.

The night air held a bite to it, brushing across her skin almost like a lovers embrace and chilled her to the bone. Beautiful stars twinkled above her, trapped in the dark sky like jewels for those who took the time to observe them and all their glory. Arella had always been fond of the night, and could normally be found laying somewhere isolated and alone, connecting the constellations to create the heroes and lovers that legends spoke of throughout history. There was a peacefulness to it, one she found comforting and most welcome.

"Beautiful, are they not?"

She chuckled, not bothering to look away as she watched a star -or planet- glitter in the night, changing from red, to green, to white, then back to red again. "They are very beautiful indeed. Sad though, that not everyone can take the time to appreciate just how beautiful they are."

She heard the man take a couple of steps towards her before he spoke again. "Most don't know true beauty until it's staring them in the face."

"You speak like you have experience."

He chuckled, "I have had plenty of time to experience beautiful things, love. To see them for what they truly are and not some facade they try to give off."

It was Arella's turn to chuckle then, knowing what he spoke of from personal experience. "Sometimes there are reasons for it. Truths that lie dormant, not wanting to be discovered."

"That could be said about anything."

"Funny then, how it ties into most things." She tore her eyes away from the star finally, turning her head around to meet the blue gaze of the man she was speaking to.

Niklaus.

Her heart picked up it's pace, the muscle feeling as if at any moment it would pop out of her chest cavity and fall at his feet as if it was an offering for him. Yet there he was with her, the Original hybrid that nightmares should be molded around. She was aware that he could most likely hear her heartbeat booming inside her chest and did her best to calm her nerves, downing the rest of the wine and turned her attention back to the night sky before she even had the chance to see Klaus smirk at her.

"Are you nervous, love?" Klaus questioned, now standing beside her.

Arella cleared her throat quietly, adjusting the gloves she wore. "No, just surprised is all."

He let out a quiet 'mm' sound, pursing his lips slightly. "Facade."

"Not a facade. I think I should be going back inside, it's getting chilly."

"You're human." It wasn't a question, but instead a statement that caused her to pause in her movements of turning around, glancing at him.

"I am."

"Intriguing, considering most in attendance tonight are vampires. One lonely human among killers." He stepped behind her, bending down to her ear. "Especially wearing such a dress that's quite inviting."

His breath fanned out across her bare shoulder, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her heart that was beginning to go back to it's normal beats sped back up. He was too close to her being, far too close. Niklaus would be able to smell her secret on her, being that he was part werewolf. She knew it and feared it.

She turned her head toward his, keeping her eyes downcast. "The invitation isn't one for you." And with that she entered the house once more, fully aware that she had just walked away from an Original and was still breathing. But she also knew that he had let her walk away, fore he could easily catch her and force her to stay in her spot if he so wished. Arella was done waiting for Michelangelo and after placing her glass on a waiters tray, left the party in the car they had come in.

Klaus remained in his spot in the gardens, sipping his drink while gazing at the door that the woman had entered. He had never seen her before and would make sure that their little interaction wouldn't be the last. He had nothing to go on, but was sure that there was someone among the many at the party that knew her. Very few humans had the stomach to hang around with such blood lustful creatures. He chuckled to himself, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp and glanced up at the sky, making his way back towards to party after a moment or two.

"Game on, love. Game on."