Vivienne was incredibly uncomfortable. The vampire in front of her was very strange. She'd been told that they were volatile, impulsive creatures, but the person in front of her – well, the conscious person – seemed very level-headed. Rational even, unlike the hybrid. Though she longed to interrogate the one called Elijah, discover why he was such an apparent anomaly, she held back. She hated not knowing things, but if she wanted to gain his trust she knew she couldn't bombard him with questions right away.

To make matters worse, Niklaus was going to wake in approximately one minute and a half. From what she'd been told, she thought that he would probably be the hardest to be granted trust from. Her first impression had not gone as she had imagined it would, but she had arrived to find him about to incapacitate Elijah, something she couldn't allow.

She hadn't had to worry about meeting people and impressing them in a very long time. It was strange to think that she would be influenced by their opinions. Very strange indeed. She didn't think that she had messed up too badly with Elijah yet. Her first words to him had been polite. She hadn't killed him. Already she had a better relationship with him than the hybrid.

Glancing at Niklaus once again she almost slipped and allowed her feelings to flash across her face. She couldn't help it. She'd heard so much about all of them, and Klaus' temper rivaled her own, amusing her greatly. Reflecting on his temperament, she focused back on the fact that he would soon wake, then it would be time for her to be, well, agreeable. As nervousness once again assaulted her she began to crack her knuckles, one of the only habits she hadn't lost from her time as a human. The loud popping sounds almost echoed in the room, and when she began to crack the second knuckles of her fingers she noticed Elijah flinch an infinitesimal amount.

God damnit. She took a moment to inhale deeply, and felt incredibly proud when she didn't begin to snort. Elijah, though apparently very moral and noble, had still assuredly killed thousands, and was off put by her cracking her knuckles. The irony was not lost on her. However, Vivienne felt her light mood disappear the instant that Klaus began to move, signaling that he was about to wake.

Vivienne was out of practice, but she figured that she should be kind in order to avoid any more confrontation. But if she was too nice he may suspect that she meant to harm him. She decided to begin with showing him the same politeness that she had given his brother.

That was why the moment he opened his eyes and focused on her she said, "I apologize for breaking your spine and severing your spinal cord, it was unfortunately necessary for the situation," complete with an apologetic nod.

His eyes narrowed and for a moment she was worried, but it was soon replaced with a wide smile, showing off dimples and making him appear much more friendly. Vivienne felt immensely relieved and began to try to smile back when he spoke in a slow, pleasant tone.

"Then you understand, no hard feelings, love."

He launched himself at her so quickly, and she had stupidly allowed herself to relax slightly, so he was able to make contact before she could rematerialize elsewhere. He smashed into her with enough force to knock the couch over backwards and then propel it quite a few feet. Clearly Niklaus had not forgiven her for their earlier disagreement. There was an enormous amount of aggression within him, she'd tasted that when she'd taken a sample from him, so she decided to humor him and remain in place.

She laid flat on her back on the floor and he straddled her hips, pinning her to the ground. With one hand he had her wrists pressed to the floor stretched above her head, and the other was in the air, poised to tear out her heart. Annoyed, but resigned to allow him this little victory, she merely laid there.

When his hand collided with her chest exactly above the place in the chest cavity which would be easiest to rip a heart from, she swore she almost felt it. Her bad mood vanished when she saw the look of bafflement on his face. It was like a child getting their favorite toy snatched away from them and not understanding what they've done wrong. He lifted his arm and attempted it again, and yet again his hand did not puncture her flesh. To make matters even more humorous, his hand was now pressed flat against her breast. He seemed to realize that a moment later when she cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow.

She rematerialized beside Elijah, making the original's eyes widen in surprise for a moment before he composed himself once again. Minutes ago she would have been pleased to ruffle up such a stiff individual, but Klaus' attempt on her life had starkly reminded her of what her superiors had told her.

It was better to remain detached. She may want their trust, but she couldn't ever give them hers. She was there as a protector, not as a friend. They could hate her and she would still fulfill her promise.

After all, it was the least she could do for Henrik seeing as they had been side by side for 300 years.