Sorry that I haven't wrote for a while, long story short: my computer crashed and then I fixed it, then I didn't know what to write...So I guess thanks for reading and please review.

Elena

I move swiftly into the bathroom and shut the door. No lock on the door meant that I would have to find something that could work as a lock, or I could just suck it up. I was in Klaus' home, and I was now one of Klaus' things, his own toy. Nothing that I could do would change that and we both knew it.

"As I was saying, Elena." Klaus began. "We have our arrangements to discuss, still."

Looking in the mirror, at my tangled hair and unbrushed teeth, I opened up the drawers underneath the sink to find exactly what I was looking for. Grabbing the hair brush I slid it through my hair a few times. "What is there to discuss?" I growl, now grabbing tooth paste and a brand new tooth brush still in its package.

"Well of course I still need your blood to make my hybrids, therefore I can't let you out of my sight, but there is also the priority of personal enterntainment." He said.

After I finish brushing my teeth, I sat on the edge of the tub, not wanting to go anywhere near Klaus, so long as he was in this room with me.

"Personal Enterntainment?" I hesitate, clearly knowing what it means, but to afraid for him to confirm my fears.

There was a small chuckle behind the door and foot steps comming toward it. A moment later the door flew open and Klaus was standing in front of me. "Yes, Personal Entertainment." He said and kissed me rough on the lips and pulled me up on my feet. He then took my place, sitting on the side of the tub, pulling me down on his lap, facing him.

"Klaus, what are you doing?!" I struggle within his hold. "I'm not doing this with you. I don't love you."

Klaus' hands gripped my waist, holding me harder, so I couldn't move off his lap. His lips moved toward my earlobe, playfully bitting and licking. Then he whispered, "You don't have to love me. Trust me, you'll like it." He paused, kissing my neck a few times. "You know," He starts to whisper once again, "I bet that those Salvatores haven't even gave you what you want. What you desire most. I bet you they don't even touch you." Klaus' hands started to move up my hips, the robe with him, showing off my lacy panties and hips. "I can take you where you've never been before. I can take care of you, love."

I shivered beneath his touch. He knew exactly what to say to seduce a woman. His words, like music to my ears. His touch, like no one else's. No. I can't fall for this fool. I can't let him get the best of me. He's the devil.

"Klaus," I begin to say. "Stop. I don't...I don't want you. I don't want you to take care of me or anything else, I just want you to leave me alone."

His hands stopped just below my breasts and his eyes glared into mine. I wanted to look away. I tried to look away, but his gaze held me in place.

"I will take care of you, Love." Klaus growled. "There is no question about it." His lips claimed mine once again, then more gently he said, "Let me take care of you for once, without you fighting me. I know that you know you want it."

Without an answer, he moved us into the bedroom, and layed me down on the bed. I could see him down at the foot of the bed working to take his button up shirt off.

"Come here." I say softly.

Klaus climbs on the bed and over top of me, I grab his shirt and start tugging at the buttons, making them come loose. Once I get all of the buttons, I quickly pull off his shirt and throw it aside. Claiming my lips once again, he works his way down my neck, to my chest. I could feel his hands moving their way up my sides and finally comming to my belt that held my robe together. In one swift movement, it was open, revealing myself to him. Me being as shy as I am, covered myself with my hands.

"Don't." Klaus said firmly, removing my hands, and holding them above my head.

I watch him as he eyed every part of my body before doing his thing. He first began to kiss every inch of my body, as so it seemed. Then he let go of my hands to work his belt. I grabbed it eagerly and he slid off his pants, and my panties with him.

Klaus' grin widened, "I've wanted this for a long time, love." Then he entered within me, attacking my walls.

I moaned loudly, against my own will. Looking into Klaus' eyes, he was staring right into mine. His eyes darkening, and veins popping out of his face. Moving my neck to a better position for him, he smiled and bit hard into my neck sending waves of shock through me, and then filled with bliss. As he began to drink more, he thrust harder inside me and I went over the edge. A few moments later, he stopped drinking and bit his own wrist, sending his blood forcefully into my mouth despite my many protests. A moment later, he pulled out from within me and collapsed beside me on the bed.

"That was-"

"A mistake," I finished his sentence.

Getting under the covers, I pulled them over myself, not wanting Klaus to see any part of my naked body again. I turned away from his face, looking at the opposite wall.

"A mistake?" Klaus asked, clearly not knowing what to say.

Turning back toward him I said, "Yes, a mistake. I don't love you. How can anyone possibly love you! You're a MONSTER!"

His jaw dropped a small bit, but just enough for me to catch it. His hand raised and backhanded me across the face. "You think of me as a monster now, but just wait, you will be beggin' on your knees for me. I can tell you that much, sweetie."

My head snapped back at him, "Sweetie? No one has the freakin' right to call me 'sweetie'! Not even you." I yell and slap him across his face.

His hands fight to grab my wrists, while I struggle with him, but finally he wins and presses me up against his hard chest. I struggle a little more, not wanting to be any more closer than what I have to be already. Although my struggling didn't do any good, Klaus never gave up, he just held on tighter, bruising my wrists more. I could even see, under his tight grasp, my skin turning purple and blue.

"Klaus, please, your hurting me." I sobbed.

"Good." He said and threw my arms back at me.

I quickly rolled over, facing away from him and craddled my wrists to my chest. I could feel Klaus moving toward me, placing one arm over me, pulling me back toward him. This time, I didn't bother struggling. I didn't bother to yell. I just layed there and sobbed to myself wishing I was back home. Soon Klaus fell asleep, and I could feel his breath along the back of my neck, sending chils up my spine. It took all of my will not to punch him in the face and walk out of here, even if he would catch me and drag me back, torture me, I dont care at this moment.