Damon bolted up out of his forced unconsciousness. Those damn Originals! They had this planned the
whole time! And he let Aimee just walk right into their trap. Damon stood up, his neck sore from being
snapped, and looked around. He was in the alley behind the grill. Kol must have dragged his body here
while Klaus took off with Aimee. He had to have passed it off as 'helping an intoxicated friend out the
door'. How else would Kol have gotten Damon out of there without anyone noticing? Damon was
beyond pissed off. He was seething, infuriated, and ready to tear all of Klaus's limbs off. But he knew that
wouldn't be the smart thing to do, so he called Stefan.

"Klaus has Aimee." Damon told him. Stefan let out an exasperated sigh.

"What the hell happened?" He asked.

"He and Kol ambushed us at the Grill. Kol snapped my neck and Klaus just took off. What do we do?"
Stefan sighed. He was thinking.

"Well, we can't just show up and rescue her. Klaus has probably compelled her not to leave, so even if
we did get to her, we couldn't leave with her. She's stuck there until Klaus tells her she can go."

"I was afraid of that. Well, we could dagger him. That would break the compulsion."

"And what are we supposed to dagger him with, Damon? Klaus has all the daggers hidden away in his
mansion somewhere."

"Damn it! I forgot about that. I guess, and I hate to say this especially out loud, but we're gonna have
to play along and find out what his plans are. Until then, Aimee's his prisoner."

Aimee had retreated to the study, her nose buried in a book, trying desperately to get Kol's naked body
out of her mind. Then she suddenly felt another presence beside her. She prayed to God it wasn't Kol,
but for fear that it was, she didn't look away from her book.

"You must be Kol's new plaything." Great…another British person, just what Aimee needed. She finally
looked up to see a girl about her age, with straight blonde hair and blue eyes.

"No, actually I'm Klaus's prisoner. You must be his sister, Rebekah? I'm Aimee."

"Ah, yes. Nik has mentioned you. He has big plans for you."

"I've noticed, although he refuses to tell me what they are."

"Well, that's Nik for you. He's always been secretive and not sharing anything with anyone. He doesn't
trust easily."

"Duly noted. And as for Kol, I don't want to be associated with him in any way, shape, or form because
he's just so…"

"Insufferable? Arrogant? Conceited?"

"Yes! Finally, someone actually understands me. You know, I've heard some pretty bad things about
you Rebekah, but you really don't seem all that bad." Rebekah looked genuinely grateful. She smiled.

"I have my moments."

"Sister, I see you've met my latest entertainment."

"Speak of the Devil and he shall appear." Aimee didn't bother whispering; she knew Kol would hear her
anyways…deep down, she kinda wanted him to. Rebekah snickered.

"Isn't she amusing?" Kol stood right beside Aimee, playing with her hair while talking with Rebekah. "She
has a clever tongue this one. Pity no instructions came with the package. That's all right, though; I'm
more of a hands-on learner." He whispered the last bit in Aimee's ear, causing a shiver to race down her
spine. There was a definite sexual tone behind that sentence.

"Kol, why don't you leave the poor girl alone? She's here because Nik needs her and I don't think he
kidnapped her for your sexual desires." Kol shrugged indifferently.

"Yes well, while Nik is getting his affairs in order, I don't see why I can't help myself to whatever I please."
He grinned maliciously as Rebekah shook her head and left the study. She clearly was not going to be
any help. "Come on Aimee. Let's have some fun." Kol stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

"I think I'll pass." Aimee finally spoke up, smacking his hand away.

"Awh, why's that? It's unfair that you've already seen me naked and I've seen nothing of you." He
smirked at her.

"I didn't intentionally look at your nakedness; you let the towel fall. I didn't have a choice. Now will you
please leave me alone?" She busied herself in her book once again, trying to ignore him, but it was
proving to be very difficult…especially since he started massaging her shoulders. She tensed up at his
touch.

"Relax Darling." She didn't listen, no matter how much she wanted to. "Why are you so tense? Do I
make you nervous?" He whispered in her ear as he slowly moved locks of her hair, revealing her neck.
Aimee wanted to lie, but she knew he would be able to tell. This vampire had too much of a hold on her
mental stability.

"A little."

"Only a little?" His breath caressed her neck as he spoke and then he inhaled the scent of her blood.
When did he get close enough for her to feel his breath? He started to feel the monster inside of him,
scratching to get free. The purple veins beneath his eyes were becoming apparent and his canines
extended. He wanted to sink his fangs deep into her flesh and savor the taste of that warm, crimson
liquid that had always been the purpose of his existence. He was so close to getting what he wanted; he
could almost taste the sweet liquid before his fangs pierced her skin, before her blood even touched his
lips. Aimee gasped in pain. She wasn't expecting Kol to do that. Kol closed his eyes in pleasure, relishing
in the sugary taste of her blood. Her blood tasted like vanilla and raspberries, confirming what he already
assumed, that she was a virgin. All of them tasted like this, and Kol was definitely one to have a sweet
tooth for virgin blood.

"Kol! What the hell are you doing?" His older brother pulled him off of Aimee and slammed him against
the far wall. Klaus's voice had startled Aimee, causing her to jump. She silently thanked him for barging
in when he did. If he hadn't, she would've been turned into a walking blood bank by now. Kol tilted his
head back, glaring at the ceiling in annoyance and defiantly stared at Nik. He'd just about had it with him
and his strange desire to keep the girl safe.

"Now look what you've done Nik. You've gone and spoiled our fun." He wiped the excess blood from his
mouth with a bored expression on his face.

"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news Kol, but she is not here for your amusement. Exercise some
restraint, or you'll find yourself back in a box."

"Hey, no need to be nasty about it."

"On the contrary, I find nastiness to be essential whenever my siblings try to sabotage me. Now, you
listen closely Kol. Stay away from Aimee. Do you understand?" That's exactly what Kol needed to hear.
Nik was giving him a rule…a rule that would be all too enjoyable to break. He grinned arrogantly.

"Fine, I won't touch her. You have my word." And he disappeared. Klaus turned to Aimee.

"Are you alright?" He asked, actually sounding concerned. Aimee still held her hand up to her neck.

"I'm fine. I—I think I'm just gonna go take a nap." Aimee headed up the stairs to her room, ignoring
Klaus's worried stare. She didn't know what to do about the bite marks on her neck, so she just sat
there on her bed listening to the rain outside. There was a soft tapping at her door.

"Aimee?" It was Rebekah.

"Come in."

"Hey. Nik told me what happened. I was coming to see if you'd let me heal you." Aimee then noticed a
glass in Rebekah's hand.

"Oh sure, I guess. Hopefully you don't get the sudden urge to bite me like your brother did."

"I'm not my brother. He bit you because he wanted to, not because he had to." Aimee nodded in
understanding. Rebekah bit her wrist and let some of her blood fall into the glass. "Have you had
vampire blood before?" She asked.

"Yeah, Damon's done it before. It tastes weird, but I know what it does." She took the glass from
Rebekah and downed the blood like it was a shot of alcohol.

"Get some sleep. It'll help heal the bite quicker." She left and Aimee laid back against her pillows. Within
minutes, she was asleep.

Aimee woke up in a cold, damp forest with a strange feeling in her stomach. It felt as if she knew
something bad was about to happen. Confused, she looked around and took in her surroundings. Trees
and fog surrounded her on all sides. There were no traces of wildlife at all; something was definitely
wrong; it shouldn't be this quiet. Then she saw a figure in the distance. It was a girl, dressed in a flowing
white gown. The gown was so long, covering her feet; it looked as if she was floating. Her pale
complexion made her look like a ghost. And there was something about her strawberry-blonde hair that
reminded her of her sister. It was her sister.

"Danielle?" Aimee called out. The girl didn't answer. She didn't even appear to have heard her. She
called out once more, louder. Still her sister didn't answer. Then, Klaus appeared from out of the
shadows and towered over Danielle. He grabbed her and started dragging her away into the darkness.
Aimee started to run to her aid, but Kol was suddenly in front of her.

"Where you off to, Darling? You belong to me now, and I'm never letting you leave." He grabbed
Aimee's arms to prevent her from helping her sister, and used his vampire strength to force her to the
ground onto her back. He started ripping her clothes off like they were sheets of paper, but she couldn't
fight him off and save her sister at the same time. All she could see was Klaus force-feeding Danielle his
blood and then he snapped her neck. If Danielle woke up, she would wake up as a new vampire. Kol
made her stand up and Klaus was suddenly in front of her within a second, using his vampire speed.

"Don't look so surprised, Sweetheart. This is only the beginning." He walked back to Danielle who was
just waking up. He looked into her eyes. "Feed." He compelled her. Both of the brothers held Aimee
back, so Danielle could complete the transition with Aimee's blood. Without warning, she sunk her teeth into her neck.