My body was sore from being thrown on the ground so harshly, and my voice had grown horse from all the screaming. I was exhausted, and my hands were throbbing from banging my fists on the door so many times. I finally gave up, feeling my way down the steps and curling up next to the wall of the basement.

I couldn't believe Klaus would lock me up in the basement. Actually the more I thought about it, the more I realized this is exactly what I should expect him to do. After all this is the man who hurt so many people I loved, the man who was responsible for the death of my beloved Aunt Jenna. Hot tears flooded my face as the feeling of hatred and fury rose up in me.

How could I have been so foolish? I lay there for a few more minuets, wallowing in self-pity. I decided crying over it wasn't going to help any, so I got up and kept one hand on the wall, feeling for a light-switch of some sort. I felt a button, and I pushed it, but nothing happened. I kept going and came to what felt like a small filing cabinet, on top of it was a small flashlight, I switched it on, and a dim beam of light shone on the wall in front of me.

I turned shining the small bit of light on the rest of the basement. It was quite large, but also quite baron. There were a few boxes in one of the corners, an old washer and dryer against the farthest wall, and I noticed a light bulb with a chain in the middle of the room.

I walked over to the light, pulling on the chain on the light-bulb turned on, illuminating the whole room. I waked over to the boxes and knelt down, opening the first of the two. Inside I found some old blankets and towels, and a ratty old teddy bear with a red bow on it's neck with small holes in the ribbon. I set these things down next to the flashlight and moved to the next box.

Inside where a bunch of old pictures, all in black and white, on large-stocky photo paper. I noticed a few journals, and a jewelry box. I opened it and the tune that started playing startled me, as it interrupted the continuous deafening silence. I snapped it shut in a panic, but then re-opened it, welcoming the soft tune.

Inside the jewelry box was a long silver chain with a small charm on it, in the shape of a butterfly. I admired it for a moment, then I placed it gently back in the jewelry box and set it down. Next I picked up one of the three journals. I flipped it open to the first page, it said: Property of Sarah Eileen Lawrence, Age 19.

I turned to the nest page and noted the date on top. It said May 25th, 1939, and had beautifully written, cursive handwriting that filled the page. I satrted to read it. Sarah talked of the mystery man wiht gorgeoud blues eyes whom she had met in town. She said he was wonderfully intriguing and that she planned to see him again. She talked of simple things too, her mother and father, her younger sisters, Julianne and MaryBeth. I set the journal down, deciding to read more of it later.

I started to look at the photos. There were many of the family. The mother had beautiful, long dark hair and gorgeous eyes. The father had shorter hair, slightly balding, but was tall and muscular. There were the three daughters too, all of them had their mothers hair and her shinning grey-blue eyes. They all seem to range from ages ten to nineteen, the oldest being Sarah.

There were different photos of the family. Some of them posed, others candid. There were some of just the one or two of the daughters, some of just the parents. I was looking at one of the photos of Sarah. She was sitting on a bench in what seemed to be a garden, surrounded by beautiful flowers and a rosebush. She was absolutely stunning. I dropped the photo, and when I picked it up I noticed it had writing on the back.

To My Darling Klaus, I will love you more than you will ever know. Love, Your Butterfly

Just then the door creaked open, and I turned to see the figure illuminated by the bright light, struggling to make out who it was, I asked, "Klaus?"

"Not quite, dear." came an accent laden, female voice, as none other than Rebekah stepped into the room with a wicked smile.

Hey guys! I love this story so much I decided to update a gain right away. But as it is now almost 2 in the morning, I decided to hold off on updating again until tomorrow. Thanks for reading, I love hearing your guys' opinions and suggestions. Reviews would be amazing as usual. Don't worry, Nice Klaus will return in a chapter or so, so hold tight. Rome wasn't built in a day or something like that haha :)