After only a week, they were at an impasse and Virgil all but forgave Klaus. If you could call it forgiving- it was more like a "never-mind-I'll-get-the-bastard-for-it-later" kind of forgiving.

The real thing that was troubling her was the new professor guy who was teaching at Whitmore College- Shane. By now, she had put two and two together and realised he knew all about the supernatural, but soon, she found out he went much deeper: he was teaching Bonnie dark magic- "expressionism".

Virgil wasn't skilled with spell books but even she knew the drawings on the book that fell out of Bonnie's bag in school were not normal. When she'd asked exactly what she was doing, Bonnie had hurriedly replied she was looking at it for reference, but not until Virgil actually followed Bonnie to a lunch time meeting with professor Shane, did she realise what was going on.

At first, she had no idea who to tell or what to do- thanks to Klaus, she was isolated from her friends and had no way of contacting them; one of Klaus's little vampire minions had compelled her way onto the school register and was now dogging Virgil's every move. And she didn't want to trouble Rebekah which left the one person Virgil knew was not the wisest, but the best option in this case.

So, when she walked in the door from school that Friday, she headed straight to where she knew Klaus usually was in his spare time. She found him standing in front of an easel, painting furiously. It struck her immediately that something was terribly wrong.

"Klaus?" she said tentatively.

He didn't look at her. The speed with which he covered the canvas with his mad brushstrokes nearly frightened her. He was painting a picture of Caroline. And what a picture it was - her eyes bloody and veins dark against the skin underneath. She had her fangs bared and – good god. She was holding a dead, lifeless body that she'd drained of blood. Tyler's body.

But the picture was not as monstrous as the sight of Klaus painting it, his brush whipping across the bright streaks of Caroline's hair, the dark red bloodstains on her mouth.

Suddenly, with a furious rage, he threw a pot of paint at the wall. It splattered against the wall in bright splashed of red. Then, he flung down the rest of the pots and the brushes and last of all, the canvas, ripping straight through it.

"Get out of here, girl, go to your room, I don't want to see you. Go. Go."

Virgil remained standing where she was, staring at his dishevelled hair, matted in places with paint.

"Get out!" Klaus snarled, "I'll end up killing you instead!"

"No," she said calmly.

"I'm warning you, you have ten seconds before your heart is in my hands. Don't make me do something you don't deserve!"

In an instant, she knew Tyler had unsired the hybrids. And even crazier, she knew whose side she was on right now. Klaus looked insane with fury but surprisingly, it calmed her and only made her pity his loneliness all the more. And all of a sudden, she knew what to do. Virgil walked forward until her toes were flush with this and she didn't even wince when he grabbed her shoulders tight, his eyes crazy.

She lifted her hands and cupped his face in them. Every muscle in his body grew tense as he stared down at her, paralyzed by her touch.

"Hush," she whispered, stroking his cheek, "You're making no sense and your hair's a mess. Let me comb it out for you."

His shirt was filthy- he'd wiped his brush on it again and again.

"You can kill me after I sort your hair out, okay?" she murmured as if speaking to a child. "Come on. Sit down."

She took his hand and led him to a chair and the most amazing thing was, he followed her. She melted a little at the look in his eyes, shining and wide; it was like he was a lost puppy trying to find his way home. It was an instinctive moment- he just needed to be taken care of.

Virgil pulled out a comb from her bag and settled herself on the arm of his chair.

"okay- tell me if this hurts," she told him, before gently easing out the tangled knots in his hair created by the paint.

He barely even twitched. She continued to comb out his wavy locks, thinking to herself that she had finally gotten to do what she'd always dreamed of doing. His hair was beautiful and just made you want to run your hand through it.

Once she'd finished, she put the comb aside and then pulled out the baby wipes- saviours for when you wanted your make up off- or in this case, paint.

Virgil knew his eyes were fixed on her as she wiped the paint off his face but was too busy trying not to let her hands shake. Finally, she stood up and smiled.

"There. That's the worst of it off. A shower is what you need n-"

She stopped in mid sentence because she was flying through the air, her back connecting with the far wall, trapped by his arms either side of her. And then, he was kissing her. Or more like attacking her mouth in a very animalistic manner. He bit down on her bottom lip, drew blood, licked it, then forced her lips apart and drove his tongue inside her mouth as if he was feeding after being starved for a long time.

As soon as he had started, Rose was trying to push him away as hard as she could but nothing gave- he was a thousand times stronger and if she hadn't screamed, things could have gotten out of hand.

"Niklaus, stop it!"

His hands were at the hem of her skirt, pulling it up as she struggled to keep it down. She pounded on his chest with her fists, crying tears of rage as she yelled at him - and finally, he fell back.

"Don't-ever-ever do that again!" Virgil shrieked, shrinking away from him. "I'm not a distraction for you when you're pining after Caroline, do you hear me? If you want her so bad, go and kiss her! I'm not here to whore for you!"

She turned and fled from the room, not caring whether he would come after her or that if he did, he was faster then her - she just ran. She only stopped running once she'd entered her bedroom, locked the door and performed a barring shield spell on it. He could get past the door but not the spell.

Virgil sat down on the bed and sighed, her rationality returning to her. She was starting to realise that maybe she could have handled things better- now he was definitely going to go on an insane rampage, rearing to kill all of his hybrids starting with Tyler.

But seriously, what was she supposed to do?! Let him rape her so they'd all be saved? Caroline wouldn't do that, not even for Tyler, so why should she have to? She heard Klaus open the front door and go out at some point and then stood watching him from the window as he walked down the driveway and vanished. Great- finally she could get out of this goddamn hellhole. The bloody cheek- she'd gone to him for help and had even been nice to him for the things he'd suffered and this was how he repaid her?

Virgil took away the barrier spell and opened the door, walking out. What she had actually wanted Klaus to let her see, was the book that he'd showed her, containing the details of Virgil's supernatural parentage. She wanted as much on Silas as she could, because while Qetsiyah was dead (although any witch could be brought back to life), Silas was immortal and very capable of not dying again if he didn't want to. She found the book hidden in the hollow compartment under the lover's seat in Klaus's studio; it was just as heavy as it looked and Virgil found herself coughing as the dust rose from it continuously.

"God, he could have got around to cleaning it some time," she muttered, before opening it.

Most of the book was in ancient runes which discouraged her at first, until with a jolt of surprise, she found she could read them. The part about her birth was true enough, right in the middle of the book, while the parts before were just a catalogue of the spells Qetsiyah had taught her apprentice.

Virgil reread the story of her parents and shuddered when she saw the picture of Silas on the side- he looked like a disfigured demon. But then again, Qetsiyah's apprentice was bound to be biased towards her mistress. The book told of how the baby had eyes the colour of the witch plant vervain- a trait only she and her father shared in the history of the ages. It also told of the black hair which she'd also got from her father- blondies like Qetsiyah seemed to be more favoured back then, and Virgil seemed to have been doomed to look almost completely like her father.

But the thing she desperately wanted to find was where these witches had lived. After all, it was only about 0 BC and the world must have had many sparsely populated regions far away from human settlings. The answer was soon explained. The book wrote that the local civilisation which was constantly growing and evolving came to believe that Silas was a god. They also had a name for him: Quetzalcoatl.

"Shit," she whispered to her self. "Seriously?"

The Aztecs had worshipped her father- in ancient America. Did everything magic seem to find its roots in this land? No wonder- she was starting to think shamans weren't total fakes after all- even if Klaus had faked one of them up to trick people into finding a solution to his little curse problem. To find the exact location of Silas's place in America, proved to be slightly harder.

Allegedly, after Qetsiyah "killed" Silas after he force fed his elixir to their child, she took his body far away to the North, to an island of gloomy rocks and dark skies.

"You what?" Virgil frowned.

Damn these ancient writers and their poetic descriptions of places that would do more good with straightforward bloody names. At least she'd figured one thing out: up North from America was Canada and so it had to be a Canadian island.

She was about to close the book in frustration when something caught her eye. The back cover of the book had come apart slightly at the corners in two neat halves. She would barely have noticed it if something hadn't peeked through- a fairly ivory piece of paper. It looked bright against the tatty, black cover of the book, attracting her attention.

Rose turned it over and pulled at the parchment and realised the whole inner side of the back cover peeled off to release it. With a confused frown, she took the parchment out and unfolded it. At first, she thought it was just another spell that the apprentice had put there for safe keeping. But then, she turned it over and her heart turned ice cold.

Ten minutes later, Virgil was tearing down the lawn, her hair flying behind her, all caution thrown to the winds as she ran to find Klaus.