"I think you and I need to talk," Amy told Rosalie.
"Do we have to?" Rosalie wanted to know as she and Aaron looked over files about his mother's murder that she'd procured from the local police station. "Aaron and I are kind of busy right now."
"Yes," Amy said firmly. "Come with me."
Rosalie sighed and got up to follow her mother after promising Aaron that she'd come back. When they got into Amy and Klaus' bedroom, Amy had closed the door behind them for privacy, Rosalie said, "I know what you're gonna say, and no, I won't remove the compulsion."
"Why not?" Amy asked. "Why do you want to keep a guy around you have to compel to like you? It's not worth it. Let him go. If he really cares, he'll come back on his own."
"Daddy says that sometimes they don't," Rosalie replied. "So you need to grab them when you can and hold on."
"I have to say this," Amy replied and looked her in the eye. "You must stop listening to your father when he gives you advice about life. Things have been very hard for him and it's made him treat people in a very harsh fashion that you shouldn't emulate. Do you understand me?"
"So you're saying I shouldn't do anything Daddy says?" Rosalie asked. "What makes what you say so much better?"
"Well, it just is!" Amy replied. "Go take the compulsion off Aaron. Now."
"Okay," Rosalie replied. She took Aaron away and when they came back, Aaron looked angry. "What am I doing here?" He cried. "I don't want to have anything to do with you! You're crazy!" He then left and Rosalie approached her mother. "I hope you're happy!" She spat, trying not to cry. "Now I don't have any friends!"
Amy took her daughter in her arms and let her cry. "Well, I'm sorry that you're hurting," she apologized. "But I'd rather you have friends around here that truly care for you instead of people you force to be here."
"Well, you've obviously never had difficulty making friends, have you?" Rosalie wanted to know. "It must be nice having so many people around that you can just get rid of them as you see fit."
"No, Rosie, it's not like that at all. I—" Amy tried to explain. But Rosalie just shook her head and stomped off.
"All right, what's happened to our daughter?" Klaus wanted to know as he came through the front door after a hunt and into the living room and caught a glimpse of Rosalie.
"I was just trying to help her make friends," Amy replied. "I didn't mean to hurt her."
"I'm sure you didn't," Klaus replied and took Amy in his arms. "You want me to talk to her?"
"No," Amy shook her head. "Let's just leave her alone so we don't make things worse."
"Have I told you that I thought it was incredibly sexy when you killed Sarah?" Eva asked Sean as they lay in bed and she stroked his hair.
"Yes," Sean nodded. "Several times. And I wish you would stop. It's not something I'm proud of. I should have kept hold on my temper. Sarah was Aunt Edele's agent and I killed her. That'll bring Auntie Dearest after me for sure, and since she's older, I could lose."
"Don't worry," Eva told him. "If she tries anything, I'll protect you, I promise."
"Oh, you don't have to do that," Sean told her. "It was my mistake and you don't have to get involved."
"I see," Eva nodded, her lips pursed. "You're the kind of guy who's too proud to be rescued by a woman. Wouldn't want that macho ego to be bruised."
"No, it's not that at all!" Sean replied. "I just don't want to see you get hurt!"
Eva scoffed. "Do you know how hard it is for me to be truly hurt? You obviously don't or you wouldn't be treating me like I was made out of glass! But I'm capable as fuck and if anyone messes with you or me, they will be very sorry."
"I know you're upset about your parents' troubles, but is being so angry really the answer?" Sean wanted to know. "What does it accomplish?"
"Nothing, but I like the feeling," Eva replied. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," Sean replied. "I don't like seeing your anger overtake you like this, especially when it does you no good. Physical wounds hurt, but emotional wounds do too, and if you don't deal with them, they could ruin you!" He reached out his arms. "What about a hug? That could help."
Eva's eyes narrowed. "Oh, don't you patronize me, you…you…" She growled, got out of bed, and stomped to the bedroom door, opening it, striding out, and slamming it behind her, leaving Sean stunned. It was the first time she'd ever refused any sort of affection from him and frankly, he didn't know how to handle it. But he was sure that she'd be over it soon and be back. All he had to do was wait.
But by nightfall, she hadn't come back. It seemed like she'd even left the house to go who knew where. He was in his room when he heard a knock on the door and after calling for the person to come in, he grinned when Eva entered, even though she was still wearing a very sour expression. She strode over to the bed, grabbed a pillow, zapped up some extra blankets, and then left the room without another word, even ignoring Sean's attempt at conversation.
He sat there for a few seconds and then decided to see what she was up to. He found her in the living room, arranging the pillows and blankets on the sofa.
"Why are you sleeping there?" He asked. "Why don't you come to bed with me? What have I done wrong to deserve such an attitude from you?"
"Oh, fuck off," Eva replied without turning to look at him. "And go to hell too."
Sean frowned at this, strode over to her, turned her around and sat her down on the sofa, and then looked into her eyes before saying angrily, "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I don't appreciate it. You think that because you're some princess of the vampires you can order everyone around and treat them like shit, yet still expect them to worship the ground you walk on. I've been loyal to you all these years for who knows what reason, cause it sure as hell isn't your charming personality, and now I'm nearly at the end of my tether. I love you and I want to be with you, but if you don't treat me with the respect I'm due, your highness, then it's not worth it and you can just leave and find lodgings more fitting to your high station."
"Shut up!" Eva cried. "You don't know anything about me! I'm no princess! Don't you dare think you can call me that!"
"You can't stop me," Sean smirked. "I'll call you whatever I want."
It was then that Eva slapped him so hard that his head whipped to the side. He put his hand on his reddening cheek, his eyes flaring as they locked on hers. She was startled by what she'd done, but that look only lasted a few seconds as she waited to see what he would do in response. She thought he was going to hit her in return, but instead, he just shook his head and looked at her with sorrow.
"I'm going to bed," he said tiredly. "You're not worth my anger. Stay here on the sofa if you want. I no longer care."
But the following morning, he saw something that made him care very much. Eva was standing by the front door, dressed, with all her packed suitcases at her side. As she put her hand on the doorknob and began to turn it, he ran over and pulled her hand away.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"I'm leaving, what does it look like?" She retorted. "I think that after what happened last night, it would be better if I didn't abuse your hospitality any longer."
"Don't be stupid," Sean replied. "With your parents fighting, you don't have anywhere else to go."
"That's not true," Eva shook her head. "I'll go stay with my grandparents. Not Grandpa Klaus cause then I'd have to live in the same house as my aunt Rosalie, and based on past experience, I don't think either of us wants that. I'll go stay with Dad's parents. You're under no obligation to worry about me anymore."
"I don't accept this," Sean replied. "You hound me for years cause you want me for a boyfriend, and now that you have me, the first thing you do is leave! It makes no sense!"
"Oh, yes, because you are the sun around which my whole existence revolves," Eva replied dryly. "I'm not a child anymore. I do have other interests besides you."
"Well, you could have fooled me," Sean scoffed. "I don't believe you. I think you're just being ridiculous. Which is why," he strode over and picked her up, putting her over his shoulder as she let out a cry of protest. "Which is why you're coming back to bed with me and we're gonna work this out."
"Put me down!" Eva cried, pounding on his back as he brought her into the bedroom and set her down on the mattress, then leaned over her so he was looking into her eyes. "There," he said. "Happy?"
"I don't like being handled so roughly, you know," Eva told him.
"Oh, bullshit," Sean replied. "Yes, you do." He then began pulling off her clothes until they were scattered around the bed and only her bottom half was covered by panties, a match for Sean who just wore his boxers. He began playing with her hair, at times pulling on it hard enough that it hurt her, and when she groaned, he said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"
"No," Eva shook her head. "Not at all."
"Good," Sean replied with a nod. He then kissed down her stomach and removed her panties, massaging her inner thighs and then between her legs. Eva closed her eyes and began to moan and wiggle around.
"Kiss me," she said a bit later, her voice breathy. "Sean, please kiss me." He then paused his work between her legs, raising his head up and then leaning forward to kiss her. Then she let out a surprised cry as she felt him nibble her neck.
"What just happened?" She cried. "Are you trying to bite me? You're not a vampire!"
Sean laughed and whispered in her ear. "But that doesn't mean I can't give you a little nibble, you know."
Eva was so stunned by this notion that her mouth hung open slightly in shock and then Sean leaned forward to kiss her. "Don't let your mouth hang open like that, Princess," he told her with a smirk. "It's not ladylike."
"I told you never to call me 'Princess'!" Eva whispered angrily. She brought her hand up to slap him again, but this time he caught her wrist. Then he leaned forward, captured her mouth with his, and buried himself in her over and over until they were both clutching each other and gasping for breath.
