Elijah and Anna returned to the Mikaelson home and Anna took advantage of her good mood and took a relaxing shower. Her head was swimming with thoughts; mostly of Elijah… but she couldn't help but think about what Vincent had done. He had bound and rendered the witch within her useless. Whatever he had done had affected Klaus as well…

When she was hit with a brilliant and hopeful thought, she cut the water and quickly stepped from the shower, wrapped herself in a towel and wrung out her hair.

She shuffled back into her room to throw some clothes on, her hair in a side braid she emerged and rushed down the stairs, "Elijah!" she called, rounding the corner to the sitting room.

But instead she found the other Mikaelson brother, lazily reading a large leather bound book. She stopped and her hand rested against the doorframe, "Klaus…"

"Little witch…" Klaus greeted. He took a solid moment before looking up at her, "Having a bless-ed day?" he asked, his eyes full of knowing.

Anna sighed and nodded, "It wasn't bad…" she admitted, wondering what he knew.

Snapping the book shut, suddenly Klaus was mere inches from her, causing her to take a step back, "Oh come on…we both know it was more than that…" his eyes flashed. He still only moved at human speed but the man was quick when he wanted to be.

"Look, Klaus… I think…" Anna started, wanting to share her idea with him, knowing it could change everything but Klaus' hand flew out and grabbed her by the neck.

"You and my brother are getting quite comfortable with each other… all you have to do is wait for me to leave the room…" he started, his face only an inch from hers.

"Klaus…" she choked, reaching up to try and pry his hand from her neck, "You….you don't understand…"

"Enlighten me…" Klaus ripped his hand from her neck once more and he stepped aside, motioning for her to take a seat.

Warily, Anna sat. "Look, Klaus… I was going to tell you about Elijah but this is bigger than that!" she exclaimed. Before she let him respond she continued, "You haven't fed since Vincent bound my powers, right?" It was obvious- she would've felt if he had fed on someone but if her theory was right… she wasn't so sure.

Klaus finally dropped his threatening gaze and shook his head once, "No. But after the day I've had I think I'm going to need it…"

Anna took a deep breath, "I think I know how to break your curse," she said, hoping he'd lose the look in his eyes that told her she was on borrowed time.

"Oh?" he asked, "If you play me, little witch, you will suffer for it."

Anna shook her head, "No! Look… Vincent bound my powers. It's the greatest punishment for a witch he took away everything that makes me a witch…" she said. "It's affected your powers as well but…. If Vincent took everything witch within me…"

Klaus understood, "That all may be well and good but my powers are still missing thanks to your Supreme," he seethed.

"I know," Anna sighed, "But now we know how. I think... if we break our link…your powers should return but the curse…" she said with an obvious sign of relief, "Here," she took her dagger from her boot and made a small incision on her wrist, "Before you hurt any innocent person… see if I'm right," she held out her wrist for him nervously.

Klaus smirked again. Nimbly he took her hand between his own, "You trust so easily," he looked at her.

"If you kill me you may never get your own power back," she shrugged, "Go on…"

Klaus obliged. He leaned in and bit into her wrist, taking blood from the source. It was a strange sensation for Anna – she found both intense relief and dizzying pain, causing her to moan in the moment.

When Klaus finally released he looked at her in a way she had never seen. She held her wrist to try and stop the bleeding but Klaus wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve, "Clever girl," he touched her face. He glanced down at her wrist, realizing he had made quite the gash. "Why don't I return the favor?" he bit into his own wrist and held it out to her.

Alarmed, she stepped back, "Klaus…"

"Trust me," he lazily reached forward and brought her head to his wrist. She drank his blood and again, her body was unable to tell the difference between pleasure and pain. Finally, she pulled away.

"Why don't you work on breaking this link… I have a feast to attend….party of one," he smirked.

"Hold on," Anna breathed. She picked up her dagger again and held it out, "I'll need your blood," she said. Slowly, Klaus held up his hand and she bled him onto a small cloth.

"When you return… this should all be over," she said breathlessly, suddenly not knowing what her life would be like without the Mikaelson's. Klaus smirked and a moment later he was gone.

After bandaging her wrist up, Anna silently said a prayer for those Klaus would find to feed now that he was not in complete agony to do so. She pulled out her spell book and began to create the potion that would unbind them. Since she couldn't perform the spell she called her friend Sophie over to help her.

"I can't believe you did this," Sophie said, saying the words required to create and unbinding potion.

"It's almost over," Anna mumbled. She poured part of it into a glass and the other part into a vile for Klaus.

"Here goes nothing," Anna tipped the bottle back and swallowed.

"So…" Sophie looked her over for a reaction.

"I'll still feel Klaus until he drinks his own," she motioned to the vile.

"Want me to wait with you?" Sophie asked, glancing around the kitchen, "I can't believe you've been living here," she muttered.

"Yeah, I'd like that," Anna admitted. The girls meandered into the sitting room to talk about what Anna had been through lately.

Then there was a knock at the door. "Hold on," Anna paused, getting up to see who could possibly be there to see the Mikaelsons. Probably Marcel.

When she opened the door, she didn't recognize the man standing in front of her, "Hi…can I help you?" she asked.

The kid smiled, "Hi… I'm here to see Klaus Mikaelson," he said, glancing over her shoulder.

"He's not here right now," Anna replied, keeping a firm hold of the door, "I can tell him you stopped by…" she suggested.

"Nah…" the kid replied, "I'll just have him come to me."

Anna barely had time to raise a brow before his muscle arm reached out and stuck her neck with a paralytic. Anna was able to cry out before she dropped into the man's arms.

Sophie rushed around the corner, "Anna?!"

She found the door wide open but no Anna, just an empty syringe and three deep scratches in the wood door.