I had never been in this side of town before. It was dingy, dark and it smelt of burnt wood and petrol. Klaus didn't bother ordering a cab for either of us, and we walked the entirety to his flat. He promised me it was only 15 minutes away, but it felt like hours. My mind kept flashing back to the scene just half an hour ago. How could everything have gone from being so perfect, to crumbling beneath my grasp?

An owl was making noises in the distance which signalled it was getting late. I didn't bother to check my phone because I didn't care. My feet were directly me to the lion's den and that was where I was going to go.

The neighbourhood was noisy and I would probably be frightened if it wasn't for Klaus' confident stance. He was carrying his jacket over his shoulder and striding ahead of me. He only acknowledged me when he was checking I was still there.

A bunch of teenage guys hovered around a car, looking suspicious. They eyed us warily and I just wished we would arrive at his house already. It was cold, especially for LA. My dress was stained, and I looked like I had black eyes.

The street was coming to an end when Klaus made an abrupt turn to the right. I watched as he walked up a driveway and examined. It wasn't what I expected. It looked like he'd made an effort for all he had, but when all you have is nothing, what kind of effort can you make? His gate was painted black, and everything looked fresh. There was a bicycle chained tightly by the door.

I couldn't picture him on a bike. The very image nearly made me laugh. The sound of keys snapped me out of my thoughts, as Klaus fiddled to find the right one; he opened the door quickly then turned to look at me. "After you." He said.

I made my way up the driveway, and towards him. He watched my every step and I tried to keep my gaze on him but it was just too…threatening. I brushed past him, and I could have sworn I heard him inhale. Once we were both inside, the door shut and he locked it. I mentally told myself that was just for safety, and he wasn't planning to keep me here forever.

"Make yourself at home." He said, smirking as he glided past me and into another room. I followed his footpath into a small living area. It was mesmerising. It was like something from Atonement. It was old and classic. And British. He had a bookshelf to die for, and I traced my fingers over the mahogany which had begun to wear away.

There was a dark brown couch, facing some painting which looked sophisticated. There was no TV. Nothing 'modern.' I didn't even notice a phone. At least he had a cell phone to keep contact with the outside world. The whole place was like his little chamber. I didn't know whether to be disturbed or amazed.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I hadn't even noticed Klaus' disappearance. I sat awkwardly on his couch, playing with my stained dress. I pulled out the mirror from my bag, cringing at the sight while I tried to rub away the smudges gathered around my eyes. I look pathetic.

And even worse, I felt pathetic. Who was Damon to expect something of me? How was I to know he would come running to me on Thursday with an apology? If I wanted to spend time with vampire-like, blood worshippers then I could. He had no right to react the way he did. At least not to me.

Upon Klaus' reappearance, I sat up straight, feeling suddenly exuberant. Like I had a new found confidence. The tall figure appeared in front of me and I looked up at him. He was carrying a bottle of deep red wine, and two glasses. He tilted it towards me and I nodded. He looked surprised. I surprised myself.

The couch shifted as he sat down beside me, not taking up the space I'd left him. Part of me didn't mind. What was wrong with me?

He handed me a glass, and I watched as he popped the cork. The loud sound made me jump but he didn't waver at all. He just poured the alcohol slowly into the glass, and the smell tingled my nose. It was strong. If I drank more than one glass I wouldn't be making it into work tomorrow.

"You don't mind red, do you?" He asked, taking his first taste. His lips were almost as dark as the liquid. Like all his blood was drained to his mouth.

I shook my head and mirrored his action. Oh God. It tasted like…iron. I swallowed it, trying not to show my disgust in my expression. Maybe if I took bigger gulps. Klaus was watching me in amusement. He didn't miss much, and I narrowed my eyes at his expression. Not all of us enjoy casual glasses of 14% strong wines.

"Most people enjoy white…" He started and my eyes drifted to his glass as he danced his fingers across the edges. "But there is something about the darkness of a red. It's like drinking from a woman. Like seeing into someone's soul."

"It tastes like rusty metal." I said without thinking. I almost blushed, but was relieved at the sound of a monstrous laugh.

He relaxed back in his seat, and it was only then I noticed he'd thrown his arm behind me. I eyed his arm, admiring his muscles. Somehow my eyes drifted to the red stains splattered over various parts of his shirt. I started thinking about how dangerous it made him look. How attractive it made him look.

I snapped out of it when he spoke. "My brother has always had quite the temper." He said, and I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "He's never been very good at…self-control.

"I don't want to talk about Damon." I lied, and he seemed to believe me. He grinned and slid closer to me, the space between us suddenly feeling like it was a magnetic force field. Did he feel it too? Or was I losing my mind?

I leant into Klaus without thinking but stopped as he made an abrupt movement, lifting a remote, and suddenly the room was filled with music. It was down very low, almost inaudible. But I was pretty sure it was Phantom of the Opera. Was he trying to send me a message?

He relaxed back into his seat, humming the tune. "Why do you pretend to be so evil?" I asked him.

"Who says I'm pretending?" He said between hums, grinning at my blank expression. I rolled my eyes and took a swig from my glass. It was becoming less bitter and sweeter. Or maybe I was growing a tolerance. "Pretending to be evil is easier than pretending to be nice. Especially when people think of you as evil."

"That makes no sense…" I started and he quirked an eyebrow. "Surely you would want to prove people wrong."

He glanced at me thoughtfully and I felt my tummy tense. "I like to live up to people's expectations." I shook my head, not wanting to argue. He must realise he wasn't living up to anything. Nobody expects the worst of someone without reason. "That way there will never be disappointment."

"You are disappointing them by not surprising them." I retorted.

"But if they were expecting a surprise then it wouldn't be a surprise?" He argued with a smirk on his face. I opened my mouth to continue but closed it with a sigh. I heard him laugh quietly, and then his arm was behind me. Did I mention how close he was?

"I think you just get off on pissing people off." I told him and he laughed, and then nodded with a shrug. He was so smug, and he didn't care. He's like that kid in high school that always forgot his homework but didn't hesitate to be honest when the teacher asked. How did he pull it off? Maybe it's because he's British. "Be honest. Does it really not hurt being completely alone?"

"I'm not alone." He replied instantly. We stared at each other intensely until he glanced down for a brief second, seemingly breaking character for a moment. "I'll tell you a secret, love. I've never felt lonelier than I did when I had a family. The Mikaelson's will do that to you. So being here, by myself, with my record player, and the occasional beauty, I am doing just fine. But thanks for your concern."

He swallowed the rest of his wine quickly, refilling it while still swallowing. I stared at him, blinking in surprise. If that wasn't the speech of a damaged soul, I don't know what was. I titled my glass towards him, asking for more and he happily obliged. His honesty was making me think, mostly about San Fran and my dad. All of the things I didn't want to think about. "What's on your mind pet?" He asked.

I glanced up at the endearing nickname. I most certainly did not want to talk about my problems to a sociopathic, troublesome vampire. But for some reason, my mouth did not follow the same set of rules. "I wish I could say I had the same outlook as you." I said and he stared, waiting for me to continue. "I've never felt so alone in my whole life. And not because of LA. I like it here. I have Caroline, work pays well and it's not that far from home. But-"

"You feel betrayed by your emotions. Part of you feels good, and refreshed because of the move. But most of you associates freedom with loneliness. Because you don't have anyone there to share it with." He interrupted and I started in awe. "It's okay to feel lonely, as long as you aren't."

"But it hurts?" I questioned like a child. I didn't know what else to say.

He made a noise that sounded like a laugh but he didn't look humoured. "You show everything you feel on your expression, did you know that?" He stared directly into my eyes, and his were glistening.

"Where else am I supposed to show it?" I asked and he laughed. I wasn't even trying to be funny.

"Most of us, especially here in La La Land, grace others with our masked expression. The one that grins at everyone, pouts when trying to seduce, and laughs over our pain." It sounded like he was talking about himself. His aggressive swig of his drink confirmed my suspicions. "Pretending to be happy is much easier than accepting your unhappiness."

I shook my head in disagreement. Why would you put so much effort into something like that? "You are so confusing." I said, growing frustrated and he quirked an eyebrow, clearly interested as to how I've drawn this conclusion. "One minute you are so bluntly honest that it's frightening, the next you speak riddles about hiding behind a mask. Which is really you?"

"Can't I have both?" He pouted, and then laughed when I narrowed my eyes. "It's interesting, I find myself growing more sincere when I'm with you, actually." My heart jumped slightly, but I did my best not to show any response. "I'm a compulsive liar, darling, but everything I've said to you is the truth. Well, almost everything."

My mind scanned over everything he's ever said, gathering numerous jumbled thoughts. Almost. What did he lie about? "And what about you?" He asked and I raised an eyebrow. "Have you always been honest with me?"

"According to you, I don't need to be because it's blindly obvious." I replied and he laughed, happily. It was a lovely sound.

There was a moment of silence and then, "So if I asked you some questions, you'd be painfully truthful with me?" I nodded like a robot and he sat quietly, as if thinking of his questions. I suddenly feared for my life. What had I gotten myself into? "Do you have feelings for my brother?"

"Yes." I nodded and swallowed quietly.

He didn't hesitate and continued straight into his next question. "Have you slept with him?" My cheeks burned red but I kept to my promise, and shook my head. Klaus' eyes darkened, liking what he heard. "Have you slept with anyone?" I hesitated this time, scared of what my answer could mean. I shook my head and looked down at my glass, wishing it would swallow me up.

The silence deafened me. "Do you want to sleep with me?"

My head shot up in shock, looking at him for some confirmation that I heard him incorrectly. No, he was looking at me with a serious expression, awaiting my answer. Oh God. My insides were burning and I wanted nothing more than to let out a noise that I couldn't explain. The room suddenly felt overheated and the wine made my head spin. Get me out of here. "No."

"I don't believe you." He replied, with the same expression. No emotion, just a blank expression, as if he was asking an ordinary question.

I rolled my eyes and shifted away from him, although there wasn't much wiggle room. "I don't need you to believe me." But I really did. I needed someone to believe me because I sure as hell didn't believe a word I was saying.

"Your mouth says no, but every other part of you is screaming yes at me." He replied, looking amused. He sat back, as though he wasn't bothered that I wouldn't sleep with him. It hurt a little bit. It's nice to be wanted. Even by evil, sexy monster men. "I can practically smell your pussy."

My eyes widened at his vulgarity. I stood up in protest but his hand was on my wrist and I felt it then. The electricity was burning my skin. It was like he was using magic, like he was hypnotising me into his arms. And it was working. He tugged me down and I was on him, throwing my legs over into a straddle position. His hands went straight to my hips, pulling me closer.

I tried to kiss him but he turned away. Well, this was humiliating. He was grinning and I made a noise in annoyance. He turned back to me and started stroking my cheek against his. I could feel the stubble and it was making me burn up. Pressing his forehead against mine, he looked up at me from under his eyelashes. This was awfully intimate.

I was breathing heavily when he grasped me tightly, whispering in my ear about holding tight. I did and he stood up, wrapping my legs around him as he carried me carefully. I didn't even look where we were going. I felt like if I took my eyes off him, the illusion would be broken.

We reached a room, and he let one arm drop from my, still holding me with the other. He switched the light on. Which seemed to surprise me. But then I pictured him saying something sexy about liking to see everything. He dropped me onto the bed and I crawled backwards as he crawled over me. He really wasn't going to give me a chance to escape. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't going anywhere.

I lay paralysed, with my arms beside me, holding on for my life. He grinned down at me then attacked my neck with a wet kiss. Oh God. I lifted my chin up which gave him poor leverage as he teased my skin with the tip of his tongue, like he was outlining something. I was too turned on to think of what it could be.

I pulled at his shirt, trying to get him to kiss me but it was like he was spaced out. I let out a groan and he pounded up, glaring down at me. I was breathing heavily as he lowered his mouth right above mine. I reached up but he leaned back, grinning. I was getting annoyed now. "Just kiss me for fucks sakes."

He smirked, like he had achieved the unachievable. "As long as you know how much you want this." And then he kissed me. Well, I say kiss but it resembled something along the lines of a mouth attack. His lips were hot and moist but they were also delicious. I opened my mouth to him and he drank me in. His tongue was ravishing mine, in a battle which he won. My hands left the bed and pulled on his hair, something he seemed to enjoy as he grinded into me.

"Take your clothes off." He said, pulling away and sitting up to watch me. I attempted to pull myself up but he looked frustrated, and began taking off my heels. I removed my jewellery in a hurry, and then lifted my hips up to pull my dress over it. Oh God. I was about to be naked for the first time in front of a male. My hands were shaking, but I treated it like band aids…rip it off fast.

I pulled the material over my eyes and glanced up at Klaus. He was scanning my body up and down. I felt like I was being assessed. I covered my stomach nervously. But within minutes he pulled my hands away, leaning down and doing the same method with his tongue that he did on my neck. Oh sweet heaven…

He pulled away and I moaned at his departure. "Red is your colour." He grinned, pulling the strap off my bra down.

I swallowed nervously and my eyes followed the movements of his hands. "It's your turn." I gestured to his clothed figure. He sat up, a powerful figure towering over me. His shirt went first, landing by his bedroom door. My eyes scanned his toned stomach, beautiful sculpted. Natural but toned. I wanted to stroke it. I watched as his hands went to his belt, loosening it, and then unbuttoning slowly, like he was giving me a lap dance

They soon joined his shirt on the floor and he pulled me up, so I was on top of him in a sitting position. Like when they had sex in the Notebook. My chest was against his, the head of his body warming me. His hand unclipped my bra with ease and he pulled it off, not taking his eyes off mine. My heart was racing. It was really happening. No turning back now.

He pushed me down, following my movements then proceeded to kiss down my chest, his mouth enveloping my nipple and sucking hard. He crawled down my body, and pulled my panties off. I glanced down at him and he stared up at me. "I want to taste you, but not tonight."

I let out a gasp at his words and he was above me again, balancing on one arm as he removed his boxers. I was too nervous to take a look at his manhood. I'd probably run out of his bedroom. He was hovering above me and I was looking everywhere but at him. I couldn't bare it.

"Love." He said but I didn't budge. "Look at me as I enter you." Giving up, I stared up at him. His face was relaxed…beautiful almost. He smiled and I returned the gesture. He positioned himself and grasped onto his shoulders.

The next few seconds seemed to last forever. The moment built up as my mind started to race. Pain, virginity, Damon, pain, Moira, Damon, more pain. I wanted it to be over before it'd even started. And then my body was on fire and he was inside me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion. A strange feeling took over my body. It wasn't painful. No…just uncomfortable. And full?

Klaus was still, his face in my neck as he panted in my ear. "Go?" He asked simply and I nodded. The movement was slow and as time went on that uncomfortable feeling began to diminish, to be replaced by one of warmth and pleasure. The room was filled with breathy noises and smacking of hips.

The pace increased and I felt a tickle in my stomach. I let out a loud moan and Klaus laughed softly in my ear. "You enjoying yourself, love?" He asked but I ignored him. There was no way I was going to add to his ego right now. I pushed on his shoulders and he pulled up, hovering above me again.

His stare was intense, and my eyes rolled back into my head as he angled his hips, hitting some spot that seemed to enjoy being touched. "Oh God."

"You can call me Klaus." He joked and I didn't bother responding. How can he be snarky at a time like this? He lifted my leg, wrapping it higher around his waist as my foot dug into his add. His thrusts grew more frequent and we were both making noises loudly now, unable to hold them back.

I felt my skin tingle and I was on fire from head to toe. Klaus was grunting in my ear and it was only turning me on even more. I felt lightheaded and the wall in the distance started to go blurry. "Klaus-Klaus I-"I stammered, trying to make him stop. I felt like I was going to pee.

"You need to come, Lauren." He demanded and I groaned, still pushing at his shoulders but he was relentless, thrusting deeper and deeper. I felt my heart beat increase to an impossible speed and I let out an uncontrollable yelp as a feeling of pure bliss took over my body. I was shaking and my world was spinning.

I closed my eyes because I couldn't focus anywhere. My toes tingled and my body ached in the best way. Seconds passed and I began to regain strength in my limbs. I was breathing loudly when I felt Klaus pull out of me. I opened my eyes to a sense of loss and emptiness. I couldn't think about what just happened, or what I just did because my mind was still reliving those 10 seconds of heaven.

I glanced over at Klaus to find him brushing the sweat off his forehead. He looked back at me and grinned. Shit, I was nervous for the actual sex but never gave a second thought to the moments after. Lying in bed with a psycho after having him blow my mind. "Klaus-"

"Leave it, sweetheart." He interrupted me as he threw his legs over the edge and stood up making his way to the door. "Go to sleep. You can torture yourself in the morning." He winked and then shut the door behind him.

My breathing had finally slowed and I pulled the covers from beneath me, rolling onto my side. My body ached and I closed my eyes, knowing that I would not sleep despite how exhausted I felt. I glanced at the clock. It glowed red, telling me it was 2am. I had four hours of sleep to gain, so I closed my eyes and waited for the sun to come up.

…

The sound of something vibrating woke me up. I shot up violently, my head regretting the decision instantly as the room started to spin. I grabbed onto the bed and that's when I noticed it was still empty. Everything shot back at me at once. Damon and my date. The fight. Wine. Sex. Klaus. Oh God.

I groaned loudly I jumped out of the bed, like it was suddenly made of nails. I followed the loud noise and noticed it was coming from the living room. I tip toed around the house but I couldn't hear anyone. Where did he go? The sound was coming from my purse and I emptied it quickly, and pulled out my phone. Moira was calling me. Moira? Why-? Oh shit. I looked at the clock. It was quarter to 9.

I answered and didn't bother waiting for small talk. "I am so sorry, I will be there as soon as possible."

"You have some explaining to do, Lauren." She half yelled. How did I sleep in? I never sleep in. I rushed back into the bedroom, throwing my dress on and making a quick exit. I was half way out the door when she hung up, and I dialled the number for a taxi.

I arrived at work at half nine, due to the fact I had to go home to get my uniform. Caroline was sound asleep so I didn't have to make any awkward conversation. That would be saved for later. I reached the door to find Moira standing in the hallway, with her arms crossed. "Moira, I'm-"

"Kitchen. Now!" She demanded and stalked away, with me trailing behind her.

I stumbled through the door, feeling lightheaded and…hungover. Yes, hungover. The horrible taste in my mouth, the stirring in my stomach, the dizziness behind my eyes. This was why I didn't drink. I felt like I hadn't slept in a month, or I had been sleeping for a month. I grabbed hold of the counter when it suddenly appeared in front of me. I need to sit down.

I rubbed my forehead, trying to ignore the vile smells that were teasing me about last night. Lafayette was standing by the fridge, grinning from ear to ear. If only he knew. Moira appeared in front of me I shifted back in fright. "Well? Are you going to explain yourself?"

I sighed, trying to ignore my pounding headache. Should I lie to them? Maybe Damon had already told them. What could I even say? They'd be so disappointed in me. "I slept in and I wasn't at mine."

"You slept in? That's your excuse?" She questioned and I shrugged, feeling like a child in school being told off for not doing my homework for no reason. The rest of my response suddenly twigged on in Moira's mind. "Where were you sleeping?" She narrowed her eyes at me, giving me a look that said 'I'm not going to take any bullshit.'

"Weren't it your date wit boss man?" Lafayette asked and I nodded, frowning at the memory. "Did you stay at his flat uptown?" He has a flat uptown? Jesus. How rich was this guy? I shook my head to which Lafayette raised an eyebrow and moved towards me with a concerned expression.

"What's going on?" Moira asked with her hand on her hip, but she looked a lot less threatening. My heart raced and I felt like I was going to vomit. I couldn't tell them. I was so embarrassed. How did I get myself into this situation? What would my dad think? "Are you hungover?"

"Yes. But that's the least of my problems." I looked up at them and they gave me a soft expression, wanting me to continue. Lafayette sat down, tossing the dish cloth to the side and Moira's hand now rested at her side. I needed to tell someone. Maybe they'd understand. Moira had been in this situation once, right? "Klaus and I slept together last night."

Lafayette's face hardened like he'd seen a ghost, like he couldn't actually believe what he was hearing. Moira was staring at me, confused. Like she'd misheard me. I wish she had. "Klaus? You mean Damon?"

I shook my head and I heard her let out a loud sigh. Her eyes closed; like she was trying to remain calm and I wanted to cry. "What happened?" Lafayette asked, noticing that neither me nor Moira were able to communicate at the minute.

"He appeared at Damon's club last night, and they got into a fight-"

"They saw each other?" Moira asked and I nodded. This seemed like terrifying news to everyone.

"Damon lost it, he threw us both out. I didn't know what to do…I was so scared. I've never seen someone so full of rage." I said and they both nodded, like they expected it. "I was mad at Damon for leaving me so I went home with Klaus. I don't know why. I'm an idiot. But he brought red wine out, and after that it's all a blur."

"You're not an idiot." Moira said and she reached for my arm. What was going on? Was I living in a parallel universe? "I've been there. Klaus is a master manipulator. He can make people feel like they owe him something, like he owns you. It feels good in the moment, but after you feel like dirt." Pretty much.

"He wasn't even there when I woke up." I told them and Lafayette looked furious. "This isn't me. I've never been that girl. I hate that girl. I feel so dirty, and…my mouth feels foamy."

"That's da alcohol sweet thang." Lafayette laughed, coming around the counter to throw his arm round me as he held me tightly. "I'm make you a fry up. It'll help, I promise yo." He kissed my forehead and I let out a sigh of relief. How could they be so understanding?

Moira handed me a large glass of water and I sipped it slowly, afraid too much would bring something horrible up from inside me. She moved towards me and spoke in a quiet tone. "Lauren, you need to promise me you will never go back there." I looked at her in confusion. She sounded so serious. This was a real warning. "You can't go back."

"I won't." I told her and she nodded, taking a step back. But my curiosity killed me. "Can I ask why?"

She stared at me and I saw Lafayette look at us over his shoulder. "No one else needs to be left scarred for their live." And she disappeared from in front of me to get back to work. I didn't bother asking Lafayette what she meant. It felt like unspoken territory. But it ran through my mind all day.

…

The rest of the day went by in a glass. A nauseating flash. I spent most of my lunch break on my knees in the bathroom, vomiting down the toilet. And no matter how much I brought up, there always seemed to be more. Not to mention that there hadn't been one sign of Damon and I don't know why but I was desperate to see him. During the car ride home, I made an abrupt decision and asked the cab to send me to his club.

Maybe he never left last night? At least I hoped. I needed to talk to him. I needed to know he didn't hate me. I rushed through the doors and the cab sped off. Seeing this place gave me sudden memories of the night before. The strawberry daiquiri's, our almost kiss, the flying table…the blood on Klaus' shirt. I shook my head and followed the way Damon had taken me.

The club was practically empty, and people were eyeing me strangely. I can't blame them. I was in a maid's uniform after all. I went into the bar area and noticed how everything had been fixed. The ruined table was now replaced, the stained couch was cleaned. All the physical evidence of it was gone. I glanced round the room, and there was no sign of Damon. There was no sign of anyone. Apart from a barmaid.

Fuck it, I thought as I went to exit. "Can I help you?" I stopped at the sound of a friendly female voice. It was the barmaid.

"I'm looking for someone. But he's not here." I said with a sigh, and thanked her. She was staring at me blankly, her beautiful ginger hair glowing in the dim light.

"Maybe I can help you." She said as she dried cups, and piled them away beneath the bar. It looked like they were getting ready for the evening ahead. "He got a name?" She asked and I questioned whether to not to tell her. She'd know instantly who I was talking about. I mean, he owns this damn place.

Giving up, I walked towards the bar and decided to grow some balls. "Damon." I said simply and her eyes widened, then closed again as if she understood. I wish I bloody understood. "Have you seen him today?"

She smirked and titled a bottle of vodka at me. I shook my head. The thought of alcohol right now, or ever again, was like a nightmare. "He's made his appearances today, yes. But Damon never stays for long." I don't know why she was smiling so much. What was amusing? "He had a lot of business to sort out today, it seems. There was a bit of an incident here last night."

"There was?" I asked, swallowing nervously. Great. My horrible evening had turned into a rumour between co-workers.

She 'mhmed' and continued tidying behind the bar. I glanced at her name-tag and took a mental note of her name being 'Gemma'. "Apparently, boss had a girl in his private booth, as per usual." As per usual? I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. "I'm glad I wasn't on, I'm fed up seeing him flaunt his hookers in my face."

"He has a lot?" I asked, not even able to form a real question. I felt like a fool. Not only had Klaus played me, but Damon too. Just like Moira said.

"There hasn't been many in a while, but looks like he's back to his same old shit." She said, sounding very annoyed for an employee. I tried to ignore the thoughts going on in my mind but it was impossible. I knew what I was thinking was right. And then she confirmed it. "It's not like he's that fucking great in bed like. I've had better."

And the feeling of vomit was back. But this time I was pretty sure it was going to happen. "Excuse me." I said, standing up ready to make a run for it, when I turned around and ran into a human wall. Stumbling backwards, I apologised quickly before looking up. It was Damon.

Words caught in my throat as I stared up at him. He was staring at me blankly. No anger, no sadness. Just a plain expression. How could someone so beautiful be so cruel? I was brought back to reality by the sound of his voice. "Gemma, excuse yourself."

The girl huffed and stalked out the room, glaring at me with daggers in her eyes. I felt like yelling at her for help. I didn't want to be left here with him. Not now. Especially now. I tried to skirt past him but he grabbed hold off my arm. I pulled but his grasp was tight. "Let go." I snapped.

"Lauren-"

"Let go off me!" I yelled, starting to lose my temper. Why were men in LA so bloody controlling? I pulled off him and he let go. I stormed off, even though I knew I wouldn't get very far.

"Would you calm down-"

"I am calm!" I turned round, yelling at him. His eyes widened as I tried to catch my breath. I glared at him and he took a small step forward. I raised my hand, signalling him to stop. "I am calm. But I am not happy."

He stared at me, confused. Like I had no right to be the mad one. Clearly he thought I was still oblivious to everything going on. "Why don't we sit down and talk about this? I don't know about you but I have no energy for a fight." He gave me a half smile that made my heart ache.

"I don't want to talk to you." I said like a seven year old child.

He raised an eyebrow and I crossed my arms in defence. "Call me dumb for asking, but then why did you come here?" What a fucking smart ass.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore." I responded and he nodded, stepping forward slightly. I don't know why he thought that was a reason to come closer. We stood in silence for a moment, a battle of dominance going on between us. He was mad at me for keeping secrets, and I was mad at him for…well…the same.

"Can I talk?" He asked and I narrowed my eyes. Like he needed permission, ugh. "I'm sorry for throwing you out last night." Oh. I wasn't expecting that. In fact, that was the complete opposite of what I was expecting. He took two more steps forward and I eyed him warily. Any closer and it would be too much.

"You see, me and Klaus are complicated. But you already knew that. I like you, Lauren. You already know that too. For that reason, I cannot have him near you. I know it's not your fault because he's persistent. But you have to believe me-"

"I slept with him." I blurted out.

Shit. "What?"

"Last night. I was so hurt. And scared. I needed someone. I wanted you. But he was there and I did it. And I regret it so much. I feel sick at the thought of him. I wish I could take it back but I can't. It's done." I let out a breath before finishing.

"You were a virgin." Damon said, completely dumb found.

I nodded and closed my eyes, trying to hold back tears. I was a virgin. As in…not anymore. And I did it with a monster. We stood in silence again but this time it was too much. It was making everything worse. "Please say something."

"Did you do it to hurt me?" He gritted through his teeth. He looked mad now, his cheeks slightly red and his eyes were wide. "Because that's not fair, Lauren. Anyone but him."

"I did it- I did it to- I don't know." I responded and he sighed, angrily, pacing backwards and forwards. He was making me feel anxious and the room suddenly felt ten times hotter. I wish Gemma was still here. "Can you stop pacing? You are gonna make me vomit."

"How could you Lauren?" He whined and glared at me. "How could you be so stupid?"

Ouch. "Excuse me?" I didn't appreciate the name calling. Especially from him. I have sex once, and I'm an idiot. He brings a different girl to the same booth every night and he is a King. "What gives you the right to be so mad? Last time I checked you we weren't exclusive and you were happily shagging numerous different girls every other night."

His eyes widened in surprised and I clenched my fists in frustration. He walked towards me again and I stepped back. "What are you talking about?"

"Gemma told me." I said to him and he groaned.

"Well she lied." He snapped back at me, and punched the air. I jumped at his sudden moment of aggression. Usually he was so laid back. Seeing him riled up was…interesting. "I haven't fucked anyone in weeks. And you know why? Because of you."

My face was on fire and my eyes were stinging. Adrenaline pumped through me and my head started to spin. I didn't need this. Not right now. It wasn't fair that he could do this to me. What did he expect from me when he has never given me reason to believe him before? "I can't do this." I said, and I ran out the door, ignoring his call behind me.

I found the nearest cab and rushed home. I needed to get out of here. Ever since I came to this place I have been living in hell. I wanted to go home. I wanted sweet San Fran were the people are nice, and men aren't so complicated. I called Caroline, trying to communicate through tears. I mumbled about needing to leave and she promised me she'd pack my bag before hanging up.

I stared out the window; wiping the tears from my eyes and watching LA go past me. A break would fix everything. A few days back home to remind myself why I came here. No boys, no drama. I couldn't wait to get away, and I called the airlines, booking the nearest flight.

A/N: HELLO AGAIN. Another update wtf? Well I go back to college soon so don't expect this again ;) Getting to the big stuff soon so hold on tight.

Next stop: San Fran. Old faces, old places. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.

No proof reading. Sorry. I own no one except Lauren.

Read, Rewiew. Bye.