I left later that night after my explanation part was done. If I was needed I told them to give me a call. Elijah filled me in with the part on when he needs to kill Nik. I needed to breathe—and eat. For some reason my appetite was growing and I had no idea why. After drinking the blood all I felt was hunger. It lay in the pit of my stomach.

Instead of going to the Lockwood manor I just walked around that night, or at least I thought I did. Part of the night was fuzzy. The fuzziness didn't bother me as much as what could follow. The hunger would be unbearable.

For most of the morning I took up a table at the Grille. The whole time the hunger was close to consuming me.

"Why such a denial, love?" a voice said sitting across from me.

"Nik." Was it fear or joy in my voice? I could not tell, all I knew is that it felt good to speak his name.

"Ah," a sinful grin played on his lips, "so you do remember who I am. I almost thought you've forgotten, especially with you trying to kill me."

"Nik I can—" I was cut off, but Nik stabbing a fork through my hand that was on the table. I bit my lip to try and hold back a cry of pain. I felt my eyes start to darken. Hunger came on stronger since I needed to heal.

"Ah, love, you need to feed now." Nik pressed it further in having me yelp out.

"I will not kill an innocent. I can't be compelled by you." My voice was hoarse, but I tried to keep it level. Anger was boiling inside me.

"I never said an innocent." I was confused. Nik pulled at the fork. He attentively wrapped my hand up and got out of the booth. He held out his hand for me to grab. I knew what was coming, but I couldn't stop myself. It was more that I didn't want to stop myself. The power I could have, the power that I wanted. The power only he and the others could give me.

We went to the woman's bathroom. As we walked in—me in a partial daze—a woman started to say something.

Nik held her against the wall and started to compel her. "You saw nothing," he told her looking deep into her eyes. It made me take a step away from Nik. Having to lose all control over yourself unsettled me. That was due to the fact I have almost no control over my life in general.

As she walked away Nik grabbed my hand and pulled me into the restroom. He locked the door behind us. Nik had me pinned against a wall and he was so close to me. The temptation was unbearable.

He leaned down to my ear. "You think you have more control than the rest of us. Well, love, you're just as much as a monster as I am." He pulled back showing that sinful grin of his.

That short distance between us aggravated me. I was too hungry to wait and the feel of his power was too strong to stop myself.

Without a second thought, I brought his face to mine. There was no hesitation of carefulness in my movements. If I was to feed off him I was going to take as much as he allowed. The first suck made my hand start to heal. Whenever I was allowed to do this with any Original I could have, I took advantage of it, but not as much as I did with him. I could let go with him. I could consume him and allow him to take control of me. I needed him to take control of me. Even though he's a monster I still feel for him as when we were kids and he took care of me. He wouldn't let harm come to me in this state when I'm with him, no matter what he says.

My perception of time broke away the second I began to feed on him. It felt like it could have been possibly hours or even seconds before he broke off.

Black sparkles danced at the edge of my vision. I knew exactly what I looked that: a girl who had a bit too much to drink and maybe even drugs. Honestly, it felt great. Nik being a closeted hybrid gave me enough power to do anything I wanted. The only downfall to this power is that it would start to consume making a monster. Making me like Nik. That's what he wanted; it was my punishment for betraying him. I knew that, but I couldn't stop myself, nor did I wish to. The power was intoxicating.

Taking energy from Nik meant he was maybe the only thing I could focus on straight. It was a bond I got when taking from supernaturals. With Damon, I took so little that there was no actual bond for me to take a hold of.

I swayed some and Nik steadied me. He did not pass out like the others do, due to the fact that he's an Original. All the originals had their own special protection.

His lips were at my ear again, "I hope you're happy now. Don't ever cross me again." With that, he left me. Niklaus left me all alone. My emotions were on high and they couldn't be stopped until he was out of my system.

I went to a corner near the sinks and sat there. I sat under the sinks in the fettle position. Tears crept down my cheek as I rocked myself. The sounds and smells of the Grille started to flood me. It was getting harder to stay in control. All of it only made me cry even harder.

As I tried to tune the hunger out, I tuned him in. Once I realized what I was doing, I tried to stop, but it was too late. I was stuck on him. His voice flowed into my body as he talked. It was a sickening lullaby that wouldn't stop or relieve my pain. It only made me angrier.

Nik was talking to Damon about the ritual or something. He was telling Damon that he would kill everyone if he didn't get her. It was the same threats he'd given to everyone. That truth of the matter was that he would kill everyone. If he didn't, they'd wish he did. Nik had that affect, he had the fear that was needed.

"Miss, are you okay?" a woman in her mid-twenties looked at me. She was concerned for me, it was pitiful actually.

"No," I tried to make my tone as scared as possible. I wanted to lure her over here. I needed to feed on her.

She took a step forward. After her movement, I have no idea what happened. One moment she was standing in front of me then the next she was laying on the floor. The hunger was gone and I felt so much better. The same wave came over me from when I fed from Nik.

I stood up, letting her body fall to the floor. My insides cared if the girl was dead or not, but the rest of me didn't. I was doing exactly what Niklaus wanted: I was losing myself, I was creating chaos; I was ruining their plans.

It took me moments, but I was finally able to move. My body was coursing with power. I wasn't a half human half vampire anymore; I was stronger. I ran with vampire speed out of there, using the back entrance trying to keep from being spotted and killed. My fun was not over yet.

Exiting into to daylight sounded much better than it felt. The pain of the sun made me reach back into the shadows. It wasn't burning me or causing real pain, it just stung. It was my consequence for the power I have.

"It took you long enough," a British voice said. "Come on, now, love. If I am to have you help me I need you wild, but not too wild."

I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't. It was as if someone else was controlling my movement and the person was Nik. Nik knew he had control. The sad part of the matter is that he doesn't have full control; he couldn't make me do something if I wasn't already partially willing to do it before. I was willing to kill for hunger, but not in cold blood. Going with him was something I wished for a long time, he was playing at all of it. It was all beating my better judgment.

Walking with him was the last bit I remembered. I don't know if it was him or me trying to shut it all out. Whoever it was though, made me lose it. My loss of knowing what I did made me realize who it was trying to make me stop, the spirits. They were trying to stop the universal balance they bestowed on me. They pitied me.