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Chapter 3:

Klaus was seated near the lit fireplace, a glass of red wine in his right hand and a random young woman was playing Bach for him beautifully on the grand piano when I entered the living room. I bit my lip nervously, because now he knew that I had left anyway and I feared that I was going to see the fearsome side of Klaus that he showed when I attacked him.

"Please leave us, Camille…" he said without turning his gaze from the burning fire.

I watched as the young woman stopped playing and left the living room, giving me an idea that might help me make Klaus less angry with me. I took a seat at the piano and began playing a song of my own, which my father had told me to make so he could see whether or not my piano lessons had been worth every penny. I noticed a smile appear on his lips as he listened to the beautiful melody, looking pleased for the moment.

"Sing for me."

I stopped playing and looked confusedly at him. "You want me to… sing? What if I cannot sing at all? Do you really dare to take that risk?" I asked teasingly.

Klaus chuckled and finally looked at me, his eyes glistening in the light of the fire. "I am quite confident that you can sing beautifully." he said.

I could sing somewhat decently, but I rarely sung for anyone, because I always found it very… embarrassing and especially to more than one person. My father once told me to sing at Stefan's birthday in front of our relatives and family friends, and I became so terrified that I fainted. But I took a deep breath and began playing another song as I sung as good as I could to Klaus.

"Drink to me only with thine eyes/and I will pledge with mine. Or leave a kiss within the cup/and I'll not ask for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise/Doth ask a drink divine; but might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine…"

I noticed that the smile on his lips widened a bit and he looked at me in a way that made my cheeks turn rosy of embarrassment. He left his chair and walked up to me, taking a seat next to me as I continued to sing the ballad that was about keeping your eyes or being in love with only one, but that wasn't all it was about.

It was also about a man wishing a kiss or the presence of the woman he loved more than he wanted to taste the most divine wine. I once told this to Damon and he merely laughed and said that he would rather taste the divine wine than getting a simple kiss. Stefan on the other hand, understood the meaning of the song even though he was only 12 years old when I told him about it.

"I sent thee late a rosy wreath, not so much hon'ring thee/As giving it a hope that there/It could not withered be; but thou thereon did'st only breathe, and sent'st it back to me, since when it grows and smells, I swear/not of itself, but thee."

As I finished I felt Klaus take my hand in his and lead it to his lips to kiss, making my already red cheeks become warm and my heart beating faster. I thought about the way we had kissed earlier today and how he had made me feel. It was odd of me to have that sort of feelings for a man so quickly, but it felt right and I wanted to learn more about him.

"I have two younger brothers," I said and began playing random, but beautiful notes. "I don't know if I will ever be able to face them again… especially like this."

"You could always use compulsion on them if you really want to see them without them knowing what you are," he said. "Sadly, I cannot do the same. My six other siblings… we are not ordinary vampires and I am far from normal compared to them."

I stopped playing and looked wonderingly at him. "How so?"

He took a sip of his wine glass which he had brought with him and then handed it to me to let me have some too. It helped warming my cold body and the taste was absolutely wonderful… like an old and very expensive bottle of red wine from France.

"Well… my siblings and I are Originals, which means that we are the very first vampires ever created. From us all vampires were created, but… I am not just an Original. Have you ever heard about werewolves before?"

I gasped. "Are werewolves real too?"

He grinned. "Very much, love. However, it is hard to find them nowadays because their mortal enemies the vampires have killed nearly every one of them. But before the feud between the vampires and werewolves started we used to live with them in peace. Unfortunately that also meant that my… mother had fallen in love with one of them and thus I was created."

Now I was really puzzled. "So you are a werewolf? But how can you be that when you are a vampire?"

He took his glass back and downed the last of it, then began playing a happy tune. "I am both, Althea. Half vampire and half werewolf… you should feel honored. Not many young vampires like yourself live to hear about this, but I find you very… interesting. You have a fire inside you that I have never seen in a female vampire before."

I didn't know whether to thank him or run away, because not only was I sitting with one of the very first vampires, but he was a sort of… of… hybrid. He was a mixture of the two races that were trying to kill each other, so one of them could be the one to control the humans.

"How long has this feud been going on?" I asked curiously.

"About 800 years now. It began when my dear… father found out about what I was. You see, he hated werewolves already for killing my younger brother Henrick during a full moon and when he learned that my mother had been unfaithful to him he went… ballistic to say the least. He hunted down and killed all the werewolves in our village – including my real father and his family."

"Dear God! How awful! You must hate him-no, hate cannot describe what you must feel towards him."

Klaus nodded in agreement and stopped playing. "I could tell you the rest of the story, but I need you to swear to me that you will help me do what I am planning to do. You must forever be faithful to me no matter what… yes?" he said.

I hesitated, because I didn't know what he could possibly want me to do and to whom. I might love killing people, but I had no idea of how far I could go with these new powers. But I still nodded, because somewhere inside me I wanted to help me. He was like a bird with a broken wing and it was my duty to aid him until his "wing" was healed. After all, he did give me my freedom…

"Good, but I believe it is time for you to rest now. It has been a long day and you must be exhausted. I will tell you the rest tomorrow. I promise." he said, kissing my hand gently.

I took him by surprise by wrapping my arms around him and giving him a passionate kiss. I wanted to thank him for being so open to a person he had only known for barely a day and for all the other things he had done for me.

Klaus held his own arms around me for a bit longer time as if he didn't want to let go of me just yet and kissed me with such passion, such tenderness that I nearly gave in for the temptation of giving him the only thing that had remained pure in me.

"Goodnight, Klaus." I said softly, smiling weakly before I left.

I heard calm and soothing music play as I walked upstairs to my bedroom and it sounded so sad that I for a moment stopped to think about my brothers. I wondered what my father had told them and if they had even opened their letter I left them.

Had my father told them that I ran away?

What was William even thinking?

And would I ever be able to face any of them again?

I had trouble falling asleep that night and ended up lying awake for almost two dreadful hours, because I kept thinking about my family. I therefore decided to go to Klaus' bedroom down the hall and crept up next to him in his bed as he was busy sleeping. I didn't bother to wake him up, because it was already very inappropriate of me to be in here in the first place, so I didn't need to give him anymore inappropriate thoughts that could lead us to lewd activities.

However, I soon fell asleep too as I lay next to him and enjoyed the warmth of his bare skin against my own as well as the sound of him sleeping peacefully. We both slept undisturbed throughout the entire night and by the time morning came once again I found myself lying in the bed alone. My eyes fluttered open the second I realized this and I looked confusedly around, finding Klaus seated on a chair by the window with a cup of tea in his hand this time, looking at me with a bright smile.

"It is rather rude to stare, Klaus," I said teasingly and turned around to lie on my left side, my head resting on my hand. "Is Klaus a German name? It sounds German…"

"No, or… well, it's short for Niklaus, which is a Germanic name. And no, you may not call me Niklaus. I hate that name." he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

I smirked. "That is truly a shame, Niklaus, for I actually like it. My own name is Italian and so are my brothers and father's name."

Klaus rolled his eyes and put the cup on the table next to him, so he could walk up to me and give me a sweet kiss. I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down on me, deepening the kiss for a few minutes before surprising him by pushing him off the bed.

"Now that is not very polite, Thea," he said, resting his arms on the edge of the bed. "You better behave or I will compel you to be my maid for the rest of the day. That is one of the benefits of being an Original."

I snorted. "I do not believe you. Vampires cannot compel other vampires…" I said.

"Watch me..." His pupils suddenly began dilating and I felt myself fall into a trance-like state. "I want you to take off your chemise."

I blinked once and suddenly found myself getting out of the bed, about to take off my chemise. My eyes widened in horror of what I was about to do and I tried resisting the compulsion, but it was too strong for me.

"Klaus! Stop it! I believe you!" I said as the hem of my chemise was near my waist.

He just grinned and crawled back up on the bed, leaning back to watch the show. "Oh, I really don't know if I want to do that… You did push me off the bed and tease me."

My face became completely flushed as I felt the hem go higher and higher, but just before it reached my waist Klaus suddenly stood before me and told me to not to do it, which I gladly obeyed.

"I believe there is something you ought to say to me now." He grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying tormenting me like this.

"Yes, there is actually. You, my friend, are an utter moron!" I turned and walked back to my bedroom to get dressed before Klaus made me take my chemise off anyway.

The next time I saw Klaus that day was after I had been helped in to a beautiful forest green dress that complemented my eyes and my hair had been twisted and curled, so I looked decent in his presence. But I was starting to get hungry for more than just ordinary food, so I might have taken a few bites of one of the maids before I went downstairs… oops!

Since the poor maid unfortunately died of the blood loss I quickly pushed her in to an empty wardrobe in one of the other bedrooms, praying to God that he wouldn't find her...

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