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.

Disgusting. Appalling. Completely and utterly grotesque. That was what I thought of the only "hotel" we had found by that night. Rebekah had been whining that she needed a shower, as had Elena, and I was getting tired of hearing them complain, so I compelled our group two conjoining rooms. The place couldn't even begin to be deemed sanitary but it would do for the night, and if my sister complained, I would have her head.

I had expected to have one of the rooms to myself, even though it had two beds. Rebekah and Stefan would surely keep Tyler and Elena in check, I hoped. I didn't need to worry about it, however, so I ran myself an extremely hot shower and stayed under the spray for at least a full hour before deciding to clean myself. When I stepped out, I wrapped my lower half in one of the surprisingly soft towels and entered the main room again.

I really wasn't surprised to find Stefan lying on the bed closest to him, watching something on the television. I sighed and stood at the foot of the bed, glaring at the Ripper. "You're supposed to be over there minding the children."

"I'd much rather be here with you, and your incredibly naked self." Stefan's smug grin made me want to kill several people, including him. I had no idea how he could be so dreadfully cherry all the time, but it drove me insane, in more than one way…which disgusted me. I didn't know how I felt about my Ripper and that fact infuriated me.

I pointed to the door which joined the rooms. "Leave, Stefan." My stomach and chest twisted into knots when he jumped up and stood entirely too close behind me. His hands slid around my wet hips and his lips pressed to the back of my neck. As terribly intoxicating as his body against mine was, I whirled around and had his wrists in my grip before he could react. I flashed my eyebrows at him and glared, smelling his fear. "I believe I told you to leave. Don't make me tell you again, Ripper." There was that horrid smile of his again, and he leaned his head forward, as if to kiss me. I immediately twisted his arm behind him, breaking it. No matter, it would heal, and it made me ecstatic hearing the bones crack. His face was filled with pain and his mouth hung open in a silent cry. "Do it, and I will drown you in vervain." I twisted his arm more, finally getting a shout out of him. I grinned and leaned down to his ear. "You may have gotten the best of me earlier, but let me assure you that it will not be happening again if you value your pathetic little life. Do we have an understanding, Ripper?"

"I felt everything. When you fed from me. Everything you've ever wanted, everyone you've ever wanted." He had something on me. Information, which he knew I needed to know, seeing as it was about myself.

Letting out a frustrated breath, I let go of his arm and bit my wrist. I put it to his mouth, but I didn't let him drink more than a few sips. He didn't need to get any more information he wasn't trustworthy of having. "Tell me."

Stefan stood back up, gripping his newly healed arm. "I was what you wanted most, but you don't even know it. It's deep in your mind, like it hasn't made itself present yet, but it's there."

"And exactly how do I want you? I've acquired you, and of your own free will, at that. I don't have the need for wanting you anymore." I didn't even know if Stefan was telling the truth, but I still needed to know what he thought he knew. Information was one of my weak points, and it was absolutely terrible that everyone knew it.

The Ripper walked past me and lay on the bed again, against the wall behind it. His demeanor was no longer smug, but he seemed a bit relieved. "You want to explore me. You want to find out everything about me. Emotionally, mentally, and especially physically. Your mind showed me what you want, and it showed it very graphically."

I looked away from him for a moment, uneasy. My body wouldn't settle. Somewhere in the shadows of my mind, I knew everything he said was true, but I didn't want to believe it. I shook my head. "No. None of that is true." I forced myself to look at him, but regretted it as he was grinning again. He shrugged.

"Believe what you want, Klaus. I know what I saw, and what I felt." Stefan pushed himself off the bed again, smiling and looking entirely too happy with himself. I glared at him as he stepped to me and I faced him. "And, I'm not gonna lie…I liked it." He then had the audacity to slide his finger down my bare front, after I had clearly told him not to touch me ever again. I mentally chastised myself for enjoying the Ripper touching me, and I stepped back.

"Stop. Do not touch me, Ripper." My hand clasped over his wrist again, pulling his hand away from the top of the towel around my waist. Something inside me was screaming at me to return the younger vampire's hand to my skin, to have him scan his fingers over every pore on my body and let him ignite the dormant passion which pooled in my gut. It disgusted me, and I pushed it aside. "I suggest you leave before I break your arm again."

Smiling, Stefan pulled his arm out of my grip and bored is light green eyes into mine. They sparkled with lust, and I tried not to find it utterly attractive. "I'll be back later, Niklaus." The Ripper stalked into the adjoined room without saying another word to me. I sighed heavily. Stefan was walking all over my nerves, and he definitely knew it. That irritated me to bits.

I quickly threw on some of the extremely comfortable sleep pants Rebekah had packed for me, and I dropped on one of the beds, running a hand through my wet hair. I absolutely could not get the ridiculous thoughts of Stefan out of my mind no matter how hard I tried to push them out. I couldn't deny that he was beautiful. He was a creature of my own creation now, of course he was beautiful. As irritating as his smugness was, it was a by-product of his Ripper self, and I couldn't help but admire it. It reminded me of the 20s and our time together then. I had thought of him fondly, there was no doubt about that, but I definitely don't remember him having the effects he was having on me now.

I didn't have time to speculate any longer, because someone knocked on the door to my room. It couldn't have been Stefan again, because he definitely wouldn't knock, so I saw no problem in letting in whoever it was. "Come in." I was completely surprised to see Elena walk through the door. She was wearing one of Rebekah's sleep shirts, and a pair of entirely too short, shorts. Her lengthy hair was wet and pulled up into a loose bun. She wore no shoes. "What brings you here, lovely?"

A hint of a smile captured her lips, only for a moment. "I know this is a lot to ask and I wouldn't if I could do anything about it…but, is there any way I could sleep in this room tonight?" The girl crossed her arms, looking nervous. I smiled at her and opened my arms, gesturing to the bed next to mine.

"No problem, dear." My voice was soft as she smiled completely this time and walked to the bed, sitting on it and crossing her legs underneath herself. I looked at her, curious. "What has you uncomfortable?"

She swallowed. A sign she didn't want to talk about whatever it was, but she knew I would get it out of her one way or another. "Stefan. It's completely awkward being around him and especially if I were to sleep in the same room as him. He keeps looking at me and smiling like he knows something I don't, and it…" She paused, looking up at me, then averting her eyes. "You don't care about my problems with Stefan. I'm sorry, Klaus…I'll just go to sleep." She went to lie down, but my voice stopped her.

"It's completely alright, love. Stefan is a bit of an arse in his Ripper state. I understand." I hoped she'd never know how much I actually did understand that.

Elena cocked her head to the side, a confused expression capturing her face. "Why are you being nice to me?" She was genuinely bewildered, like I wasn't capable of kindness and compassion. I was, but no one knew it or experienced it, so I suppose I might as well have not been capable of it. I never used it.

"Well, Elena, you're my greatest asset right now. I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable because of Stefan or myself. I need you completely at ease, healthy, and complying with my demands." A sly grin crept on my lips and I looked at her for only a moment more before turning my attention to what Stefan had been blaring on the television. It looked like some sort of reality show, and I immediately wrote it off as uninteresting, but I never took my eyes off the screen. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? I made sure the hotel staff stocked the fridge heavily, just for you."

"I'm pretty hungry." Elena got off the bed and glided over to the minifridge next to the television, poking her head inside and ruffling through. She came back with a can of soda, a bag of chips, a few sticks of cheese, and a bag of beef jerky. She sat on the bed again, spreading her food out in front of her and opening the bag of chips. When she saw me raising an eyebrow at her, she widened her eyes. "What?"

I chuckled a little and brought my hands behind my head. I had to admit, the girl was a bit cute, with her human needs. "Nothing, just admiring your eating habits." I looked back at the television, appalled by what I saw. Women were drinking heavily, cursing profusely, and fighting with each other. I assumed they had no dignity whatsoever. "Do you have any idea what this ridiculous excuse for entertainment is?"

Elena laughed, crunching on a chip. "It's the Bad Girl's Club. They put a bunch of belligerent sluts in a house together for a summer and tape it. It's nothing but drunk whores having sex, faking friendships, and yelling at each other. I really like it." I looked over and saw her chocolate eyes were glued to the screen.

"You actually enjoy this? Look at them! They just started hitting each other because one of them took the other's dress! It's completely ludicrous!" I sat up more when she began laughing hysterically. "What are you laughing for!" She did nothing but continue laughing, and after a moment, she started choking. A chip was stuck in her throat. I immediately had her in my arms in front of me, pressing her stomach so she would expel the food from her mouth. She did, and she gasped for breath as I held her. She turned to face me, her hands pressed on my bare chest, and I scanned her face. Her eyes were watering, her cheeks were red, her face was filled with fear, and sweat had begun to form on her forehead. I wiped a strand of hair that had stuck to her lip. "Are you alright?"

Elena nodded. My hands were still resting on her hips protectively. The scared girl pulled them off of her, averting her eyes timidly. "I-I'm fine. Thank you." She pushed past me and got back on her bed, moving the food and soda to the floor. She pulled the blanket over her and put her back to me, her breathing uneven.

I sighed, turned off the television, and got in my own bed, realizing that my apathetic and indifferent exterior was slowly being deteriorated.

A/N: Someone said this was like a one shot but it's definitely not! I just have another fic I'm writing and it takes up most of my time D: So I'm sorry if this isn't updated regularly but it WILL be updated! PLEASE REVIEW, THEY'RE ADDICTING!