A/N: This is a continuation of EclipsedWonderland's story "A Rush Of Blood To The Head" ( s/7462691/1/) so if you have not read the first three chapters of that story, make sure to read that before this. I absolutely love that story and it's been almost an entire year since an update so I've deemed it as hopeless...unless I write it myself. So lets hope I don't get in trouble for this, I've just been itching for a good Klefan story. Eclipse's story moved quite slow, which was amazing, but I'm not sure how well I can write slow, but I will try. I hope you guys like this. Please review!

I wasn't sure what to think of the grudging hours of the current drive through Pennsylvania. Tyler wasn't a bother; he stayed to his side and admired the show in the driver's seat that was my sister. Elena didn't fuss too much either. But Stefan…he was something else. I still had no idea what he had learned from our little "experience" together, but bloody hell was he milking it. Brushing his hand against mine, elbowing me in the ribs, and for fuck's sake the man was whispering in my ear constantly. Half of me wanted to tear his throat out. I suppose that was what I would have normally done, had it not been for the three other people in the van at the time, one of them being his ex girlfriend. I had no idea why that even mattered to me. Normally it would make the torture of another being that much more enjoyable. No matter. I didn't let myself be troubled by it. I only sat in complete disdain as Stefan currently had his hand on my knee, stroking the cloth of my pants with his thumb as if he had any right to touch me at all. Luckily no one noticed, as Tyler had fallen asleep, along with Elena, and Rebekah was listening to her swing bands in her godawful earphones.

"You're touching me." The words dripped from my pursed lips like an awful tasting wine. Somehow, they only made Stefan lean closer to me.

"I know." I didn't have to look at him to see it…the smirk was in his voice. That low, low voice.

Ignoring my body's reaction to the vibrations in my ear, I turned my head slightly to face him. His ivy eyes sparkled with twisted pleasure, and every pore on his skin screamed that he knew something I didn't. I ignored this fact as well. "I don't like to be touched, Ripper."

"I know that, too." Again, his voice was painfully low, his smirked lips hovering over my grimacing ones. He said nothing more as he leaned back in his seat, returning his gaze to the rapidly passing world outside the window. His hand stayed on my knee, though, and I had had just about enough of his relentless teasing.

I pushed his hand off of me, grabbing it tightly and squeezing as hard as I could without breaking his bones. "I suggest you not touch me ever again, or I will give you new meaning to the word ripper."

Still yet, he smiled at me. I wanted to smack it off his face. "Whatever you say, Niklaus." He pulled his hand back.

He must have finally gotten the message, because he didn't try anything else the rest of the ride. It relieved me, but I tried not to show it as Rebekah stopped to fill the van up again. Stefan scrambled out quickly, probably going inside to terrorize the locals. I payed him no mind as I stepped out, myself, and opened the passenger door, shaking Elena's shoulder harshly. "Wake up, love." While she stirred, I smiled. She opened her eyes and looked shocked to see me gripping her shoulder. "Bathroom break. Better hurry, Stefan's causing a ruckus in there." I was, of course, referring to the screams coming form inside the gas station. I smiled maniacally at the girl, and she shook her head, looking terrifiec.

"I don't need to go." Her eyes never left the clear windows of the building, which were being splattered with blood every few seconds. I reveled in her fear, but didn't show it.

I stepped closer to her, silently loving her quickening heartbeat. "Well, would you like anything to drink, love?" My voice was terribly sweet, and filled with false compassion. I was hoping to win her trust easily, and spend an easier time breaking it.

The girl looked up at me, confusion in her eyes, but the fear still plainly plastered all over her face. "Water…is fine, thank you."

My smile deepened, and I stepped away from her. "Did you hear that, Rebekah? Water. Easy to please, this one. Go and fetch her a few bottles, would you, deary?" I was already halfway into the van, and I hadn't planned on getting back out. I felt no urge to feed. I definitely didn't want to go into that building and be alone with Stefan and his smug, Ripper self.

Rebekah sighed boredly. "Pumping gas, Nik."

I stopped right where I was and got back out of the van, letting out a frustrated breath. My sister was starting to jump on every one of my nerves, and she would not be driving the rest of the way. I didn't care if I had to wait on feeding for another month. Nevertheless, I drudged into gas station and was immediately hit with the intoxicating scent of human blood, but I ignored it to look at my Ripper. He may have been terribly annoying at times, but still yet…he was beautiful. Blood spilled from his chin as he fed from some poor bloke, and he had three bodies piled on the floor to his right. They had all been drained, it looked like. I had to stop myself from taking a picture of the gorgeous scene in front of me. Instead, I only smiled, and walked gracefully up to the Ripper. "Had your fill, love?"

Stefan finished his human before looking up at me, dropping the body at his feet. His face never turned back to its normal features, which I loved. "I'm gonna need another shirt." Without hesitation, he pulled his bloody shirt off and threw it on the floor. I couldn't help but admire the beauty in front of me. I stared at his perfectly sculpted body as blood dripped on his chest, a single crimson line trailing down his front. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, which was terribly embarrassing to say the least. He quickly closed the space between us. His facial features were somewhat human again as his blood covered lips lingered over mine. "Admiring something, Niklaus?" His voice rang in my ears as I stood there, speechless. Hearing him say my full name did something to my stomach, I wasn't sure what it was. It felt like desire, like passionate, fiery longing…but that couldn't be right. There was no possible way that I, the unkillable Original hybrid, had any sexual desire for a century-and-a-half-old normal vampire. I had, of course, gone out of my way to acquire him, but that was more of a show of dominance and power. At least, that was what I told myself.

My breath hitched as he slipped an arm around my hips, pulling my body to his. I couldn't believe myself and how completely absurd it was that Stefan had this effect on me. "What are you doing." My voice was barely a whisper against the Ripper's lips. It was utterly ridiculous, but I couldn't move. He was in control, and that bothered me so terribly but I didn't do anything about it.

Stefan ignored my question. He leaned his head to my neck and kissed the skin there. He did it again, and again, and my body reacted every time his lips pressed to my neck. The touch sent insane pleasure through me, and that was why I pulled his hips closer to mine. My hands then snaked up his bare back, the warm skin under my fingertips giving me more pleasure as his lips brushed up my neck. He stopped at my ear, taking a moment to purposely breathe heavily. Again, my breath hitched. "Looks like you don't mind me touching you, after all."

Before I could respond, he disappeared outside, leaving my body aching for the warmth of him close to me again. I tried to shake the feeling, but it didn't go away. I gained my composure again as I tried to figure out what the hell had just happened, and I quickly found the restroom to wash the blood from my neck. I looked at myself in the mirror and found the reflection to be appalling. My eyes were filled with so much lust, it sickened me. What sickened me even more was what was happening in my pants.

I tried not to think about it as I used cold water to rinse the red off my neck. Once I was done, I returned the front of the store and snatched up a few bottles of water for Elena, then walked back out to the van, hoping to God I was hiding my insane erection well.