As they traveled back this time with the women and a few more blood bags Adalia began to sing. Klaus looked at her in shock but allowed it because of the reactions she got from the women. "We bled for our freedom. We did not die but we cried. For freedom, we went through hell and back. We've suffered pain and grief. But we are free. Free to fly. Free to live. Free to die." She continued this power ballad for a short time but it was enough to remind the women of the place they were rescued from. When they arrived back to the manor in which Klaus lived, Adalia went to Denley's room with the women trailing after her. Denley screamed in delight upon seeing her bloody and "positively war-torn" as he put it. Before he even looked at the other women he did her makeup with blood red lipstick and took photos of his new favorite doll. He hung them up in the hall and Dragomir found them. The pastel aesthetic of the photos ruined and somehow made better by the red on her being. Klaus walked into the room to discover all of the woman dressed in different clothes, all muted tones and loose to accommodate their growing stomachs. Adalia was the difference. Denley let his imagination run wild once more and had put her in a fifties style dress complete with small white gloves and a string of pearls. Her hair was in loose curls down her back. "Enjoying yourself Denley?" He asked greatly amused. Denley whipped around to look at him.
"Yes, I am! Thank you for my new dolls Klausy!"
Dragomir flinched and simply said, "Don't call me that." While the women let loose small laughs. He thought he heard Adalia laugh as well. "My apologies ladies. I have not introduced myself. Klaus Mikaelson at your service." He gave a small bow.
The woman who was obviously the oldest and furthest along spoke. "It's all right. My name is Minnie." She went around introducing all of them. Elena, Eliza, Connie, and Grace. All of them were in varying stages of pregnancy.
"It's an honor." He leaned back against the wall. "I must say that without your companion there-"He pointed to Adalia who nodded slightly. "-you would not be here." The women all smiled gently and simply said: "We know." He directed them to the safe rooms that they would stay in and kept Adalia near him. He did not miss the meaningful glances they shot her or the blank stares she gave them back. He took her back to the dining room for a question he wanted to ask in private. "What's wrong Klaus?" She asked once he had closed the door.
"I have another request."
She looked suspicious but asked. "What?"
He gulped silently. "I wish to taste you."
Her suspicious face disappeared and she gave a small smile. "Is that all?" He must have looked shocked because she gave a small chuckle before composing herself. "You saved me and the women I have come to care about. I owe you whatever you want." He shook his head.
"No. You do not owe me. I will only feed off of you if you are content with it."
She smiled again. "I have no qualms." He gave a reassuring smile as he stepped closer to her. He moved the dress down slightly so when he bit her it would still be hidden. She gasped when he sank his fangs into her. The taste of her blood was like taking a bite of the richest cake in the world. Like the deepest chocolate. He drank deeper than he probably should and she collapsed unconscious ripping her shoulder from his mouth. He panted and with every breath tasted her. Her eyes opened and she sat up sitting on her knees. "Do I taste good?" She asked from her perch on the ground. He smiled and helped her stand. His arms went around her waist and he hugged her from behind nuzzling her neck. "Exquisite."