Chapter Twenty One

The next morning, Klaus left early with Stefan to go somewhere.

Probably another town to destroy or something.

I was laid out on the bed, eyes closed and completely at ease. It was really quite peaceful being the lover of a total and utter murdering nut. But that same murdering nut did love me. I knew that for sure.

It was when I was making a coffee when the pair returned, Stefan drenched in blood, but Klaus only a little, staining his beige shirt.

"Now that stain is never going to come out!" I scowled, walking up to him and prodded his chest, pissed off.

"I'll just get a new one." he shrugged, walking up the stairs, unbuttoning it and letting it drop onto the wood as he did so. I rolled my eyes, then followed him upstairs after glancing once more at Stefan who had sat down, not meeting my eyes.

Klaus was rifling through his shirts, then turned to me, holding up a black one in one hand, red in the other.

"Which one do you think?" he asked me, stepping forwards to stand before me.

"Hmm... tough choice." I grinned, taking them both from his hands and put my arms around his bare waist, pulling him towards me so our chests were touching.

"I want you to do something for me, my love." I asked, raising a hand to his cheek for a moment. Klaus nodded. "What is it?"

I lent forwards and kissed him softly for a moment before asking quietly. "Take me away from here. Just... take me, us, somewhere nice. A break for a little while. Just the two of us."

Klaus didn't speak for a moment, but then he sighed and said. "Is that what you really want?"

"Baby..." I grinned, putting my arms around his neck. "Yes, yes it is. You, us... we need to relax once in a while."

He chuckled and nodded. "Indeed we do... how about Paris? Or... Florida? Venice? New York? Somewhere with a beach anyway. God I love a beach."

"Sounds good to me." I smiled, raising a hand to his hair, tutting at it. "You should really let it grow a tad more."

"Leave my hair alone." he just said, raising an eyebrow. I laughed, then jumped in shock as he pushed me onto the bed, pinning me down.

"How about we go back to Paris hmm? Head back to Cannes." he told me, brushing my hair from my eyes. "I'm sure your home chateau is still standing."

"Not that I care."

Klaus kissed me now, then grinned against my lips. "Cannes?"

I gave in- it had probably changed in the last four hundred years... there was no harm in looking, right?

"Ok, ok... let me up." I sighed, putting a hand against his bare chest, but he simply cocked his head, smirking. "I don't think I want to."

"Niklaus." I just said, pushing harder so he fell off me with a sigh. "And-" I said, picking up the red shirt. "You look hot in red." he took the red shirt, then grinned. "Red it is then."

"And Cannes too." I smiled, letting him pull me up and twirl me around, catching me in his arms, kissing the tip of my nose. "Cannes it is." he just added, grinning, then made me jump as he dropped me and vanished.

"Oww!" I complained, rubbing my bruised elbow.

"And what did I tell you about calls-!"

I sighed- Stefan had no doubt found a phone... again. He'd tried to contact Elena before, but we had caught him. Klaus had him punished quite severly... it made even me cringe-

He'd bitten him, given him a werewolf bite... left him tied in vervain soaked chains to the pitch black cellar wall until he was very nearly dead.

It was only when he was literally at deaths door that he fed Stefan his blood.

God... Klaus had scared even me when he dished out that punishment.

I went dowstairs to find him staked to the wall by a pair of wooden stakes, one in each shoulder.

"Niklaus..." I sighed, walking forwards and yanking them out, letting Stefan drop. "Stop being such a bastard. Just compel him not to do it again, and fix the damn loopholes!"

Klaus turned to me now and sighed. "You're right sweetie. I apologize."

"To Stefan. Not me."

He growled quietly, then stalked out the room, his red shirt still in his hand.

God he could be such a pain sometimes.

I glanced at Stefan who was sat against the wall, chest heaving and shirt ripped and bloodied. All I could do was sigh and walk back upstairs.

As I walked over to Klaus, I turned him around and started doing up his red shirt buttons.

"My love, this is why we need a break. To calm you down..." I chuckled, putting a hand against his chest. "Your werewolf side is getting way too possessive and crazy assed."

"Crazy assed?" he laughed, shaking his head. "Oh how I love your humor sweetie."

"Love you too. Now- stop torturing Stefan, ok? He's already suffering, so... lay off him a little yeah?"

"God why? It's so much fun!"

"Well maybe I have just a tad more heart than you."

Klaus chuckled at that well and truly. "More heart? You are-" I put a finger over his lips. "No more murder talk for a week yeah? Just a week off from everything..." I grinned. "Just take me away from here. Take me..." the word got stuck in my throat, but he nodded, understanding.

"Home?"

It was my turn to nod, but he cocked his head and said quietly. "But your true home is with me. Always."

I sighed, closing my eyes. "Do you ever get sick of all the killing?"

"Sick of it?" he laughed, then he said softly. "You silly, silly girl." then he frowned and mused out loud. "And..." he lent forwards and said softly in my ear.

"I have something... rather big, to ask you."

Ok, so the break has ended a tad early:) and now things are really going to kick off from next chapter;D I assure you. Next up soon:) reviews much loved! x Nic