After Adrian had gone to sleep, Klaus decided to sneak down to the den where Selina had tucked herself into the sofa bed.

"Hi," he said to her. "Feeling lonely?"

"No," Selina turned away from him. "Leave me alone. I hate you right now and nothing you can say will make it better!"

"You're beautiful, you know," Klaus whispered in her ear.
She smiled and blushed a little. "Thanks," she said. "But you don't have to keep telling me that. I already let you sleep with me."
"I do have to keep telling you that!" he insisted. "Because for some reason I can't understand, you don't see how pretty you are."
She kissed him. "If that's a line," she said, "It's a damn good one."
"It's not," he said. "I will make you believe it someday, even if it takes telling you all day and making love to you all night."

"Awww," She leaned forward. "How sweet. Weird, you know, cause its us and everything. But sweet."

He put a hand under her chin and held her eyes. "So you aren't mad at me anymore?"

She sighed. "I guess I never really was mad at you. It was all about Adrian."

"Why?" He asked.

"Well remember when you saw me hugging him and you threw that temper tantrum because I was paying attention to him and not you? It's kind of like that."

"Oh," Klaus nodded. "Only, now you're me, Adrian's you and I'm Adrian?"

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "I just feel kind of left out, you know? And since he's on that 'no girls allowed in my mancave' thing, I don't get to see him much. Why did you even tell him he could have a stupid mancave?"

"Because everybody needs their own space," Klaus said. "That no girls allowed sign is mainly so Helene stays out of his business. I don't think it applies to you. And even if it did, I would still let you into my secret hiding place."

"Please," she rolled her eyes. "The door on your secret hiding place would read 'All Girls Allowed'."

He grinned. "Hypothetically, yes it would. But you'd come along and mess it up, wouldn't you?"

She nodded. "Uh, you better believe I would."

He pulled the sweatshirt off her and ran his hands over her neck, shoulders and back. "You're very tense, you know," he said. He pulled the covers off her and noticed that she slept on her side curled up in a little ball. "We need to loosen you up." He began working on her shoulders.

"Yes," she moaned, letting her head drop to the pillow. "Tension is bad. Make it go away."

"All right," he nodded, taking off his shirt and straddling her waist so he was sitting on her butt. He began moving down from her shoulders onto her back. She moaned and gasped. "I'm going to have to work on you later, aren't I?" She grinned.

He nodded. "Maybe just a little."

When she was loose and languid, he flipped her over. "Are we doing the other side now?" She asked. "You know, you're very good with your hands."

He began to kiss her neck. He could feel her begin to squirm underneath him. She reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. She began singing. "It was like shooting a sitting duck. A little small talk, a smile and baby, I was stuck," she pushed herself upward, pushinf his shirt off him.

"I still don't know what you've done with me. A grown-up woman should never fall so easily." She kissed him. "I feel a kind of fear, when I don't have you near. Unsatisfied, I skipped my pride, I beg you dear..."

She grinned at him. "Don't go wasting your emotions. Lay all your love on me. Don't go sharing your devotions. Lay all your love on me."

He kissed her. She moaned and he pulled her up so that they were sitting wrapped in one another. She put her chin on his shoulder while he kissed her neck, giggling because it tickled. Then, she reached down and undid his belt buckle. "We have to do this right," she whispered. "Or we shouldn't be doing it at all. Will you let me be on top?" She unzipped his pants and began stroking him. He breathed hard. "Well," he said, "maybe just for a little while..." He lay down and she removed his pants, beginning to lick and suck on him. Finally, he growled and moved to flip her over so he could enter her, but as he did so, her elbow hit the radio on the bedside table and it blared to life.

"...Take my breath away..." the woman on the radio sang. Selina burst out laughing and pulled away.

"What's so funny?" He asked. "I finally get you out of your panties and you pull away. That's not how it's supposed to work. So what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she giggled. "This is our song. You sang it to me at our wedding."

"I did not!" He cried.

"Yes, you did," she wiped tears from her eyes. "You were really drunk, and all the words were slurred, but you definitely did. You passed out afterwards. That's probably another reason why you don't remember."

"Well as I recall," Klaus said, "You were as drunk as I was at our wedding, so how do you remember it?"

"Oh," she smiled. "Margaret taped it and put it on the internet. Apparently it's a very popular video."

"Well," he said and kissed her, "after we finish up here, I'm going to have to have a look at that." She grinned and turned the volume down on the radio, moaning with satisfaction as she leaned back and he slowly entered her.

By the time they came back to themselves, the sun had come up. "That was fun," she grinned at him. "Damn, you are really good."

He took her hand and kissed each one of her fingers. "You aren't so bad yourself, for a woman who's been around for less than two-hundred years."

She laughed. "You're too kind. We should probably get dressed before Adrian comes and finds us. We're not in our room, so you know he's going to come looking."

"And he does have a habit of showing up at the most inopportune times," Klaus nodded.

Selina looked over herself. "We were really calm last night? See?" She showed herself to him. "No bites or scratches. That hasn't happened for awhile."

"Are you feeling shortchanged?" He asked.

She shook her head. "No. Just making an observation."

She began rooting around for her clothes. She found every piece except one. She turned around. "Have you seen my underwear?" She asked him.

He held them up. "You mean these?" He asked. She snatched them away, dressed, and then went to wake up Adrian for school.

A few days later, Selina was reading in the library when she was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in," she called. Adrian strode in, clutching the phone. "Somebody wants to talk to you. I thought it was Grandma at first, but it doesn't sound like her."

"Thank you," Selina said, taking the phone and putting it up to her ear. She sat down on the sofa, expecting Adrian to leave, but instead, he sat down on the arm, watching interestedly.

Selina cleared her throat. "Hello?"

"Selina?" The caller sounded exasperated. "I had to get this number from Margaret. When are you going to come and see us? We have to talk. And who was it that answered the phone?"

"It's a long story," Selina said. "I'll explain it all to you when I see you, all right. Goodbye."

"Who was that?" Adrian asked. "That wasn't Grandma, was it?"

"Well," Selina winced. "Yes and no. It wasn't the grandma your used to, but it was your grandma. My mother."

Adrian's eyes widened. "But you said she was dead! Why would she call us?"

Selina sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Here's the thing. She's not really dead. Neither of my parents are."

"But how?" Adrian asked.

Selina took him in her lap. "They're vampires too. Come here."

She took him to her and Klaus' bedroom and pulled an oblong box out from under the bed. "All my special stuff is in this box," she said. "All my pictures, letters, diaries. Practically everything that was special to me." She pulled the lid up and took out a picture. "This is of my parents the day they got married," Selina said.

Adrian smiled. "That looks like you with blond hair," he said.

Selina nodded. "Everybody always said that." She pointed at her father. "And this is my Daddy. He went off to war when I was two months old and didn't come back. That's what made everything go wrong for me. Mama remarried after that, to a man who wasn't very nice."

But Adrian clearly wasn't interested in hearing the sob story that was her life. "So when did they become vampires?" He asked. "'Cause that's what they are."

Selina sighed. "For Daddy, it was about six months after he started fighting. He got a disease called typhoid and was on the brink of death when one of the nurses decided she had a crush on him. She also happened to be a vampire. So she gave him her blood and poisoned him. But she didn't tell the doctor what she'd done, so he was buried alive, in a manner of speaking. After he was rescued by the doctor, the two of them became very close. Doctor Stensrund showed Daddy how to survive."

"The doctor was a vampire too?"

Selina nodded. "He's the one who turned me. But back to my father. By the time Daddy was stable enough to be around normal people, the army had already told my mother that he was dead, so Daddy couldn't very well show up on our doorstep and say 'Honey, I'm home'. But he did come home every year. Doctor Stensrund took a job in Mystic Falls, the town where I grew up, and every time Mama would leave, he would let Daddy know, and Daddy would come and visit me. Of course they'd always erase my memory of it afterwards, so I wouldn't go blabbing to Mama and give him away, which was a really bad idea and-"

"Mommy," Adrian interrupted, "You're ranting again."

Selina nodded. "Sorry. Anyway, When I was eighteen, shortly after I got turned, Daddy came back again. He'd heard that Mama was very sick, so he came back to save her. The two of them ran off together and I didn't see either of them again until just recently, so they may as well have been dead."

Adrian nodded, his expression serious. "You don't like them much, do you?"

Selina sighed. "They're good in their own way, I suppose. But Mama wasn't exactly happy with me when I told her that I was fully accepting of my werewolf side, so I decided that that was it, and I left with your father. Soon afterward, we found out we were going to have you, so I really don't feel like I've lost anything." But she ran her hand over the photo and swallowed.

"Why did you tell her you would come to visit then if you don't like her?"

"Oh," Selina sighed. "When I was sick, I tried to kill both of them cause I didn't know I was a vampire. She figures I should at least say sorry for that, and if I don't do it now, she'll just nag me until I do. Would you like to come?"

"Sure!" Adrian said. "I like going to places I've never been before!"

"Actually," Selina said, "You have been there. Daddy and I had to go to one of Aunt Susan's parties at the same time Astrid and Alistair were out of town. You were teething and I left you with my sister. You scared her and she told me that she never wanted you near her again."

"Well that's not very nice," Adrian pouted.

Selina nodded. "I'm sure she'd love you now that you don't chew on things anymore."

"So what's the problem?" Astrid asked.

"My mother wants me to come and apologize for almost killing her and Daddy," Selina shrugged. "But it wasn't even my fault cause I had that magical amnesia." She frowned. "How come I can remember stuff now? Do you have any idea?"

"Yes, actually," Astrid said. "And it's both good news and bad news."

"What happened?" Selina leaned forward eagerly.

"Alistair killed Hazel," Astrid said quietly. "And when she died, every spell she'd casted ended. She cast the spell that made you lose your memory, so once she died, you were able to remember again."

Selina's eyes widened. "How in hell did Astrid kill Hazel? I thought all the sisters were indistructible."

"Actually, only Vanessa chose to use her powers to the utmost," Astrid said. "Both Hazel and Enid are capable of being killed and when Alistair realized that the reason why she gave you the amnesia was so that you would inadvertantly kill Adrian or yourself, he decided to take action and he killed her. Which means that Vanessa's going to be working doubly hard to get rid of you. She probably knows what happened to Hazel and has a trick or two up her sleeve right now."

"So we're rid of one problem, but others are left in its wake," Selina sighed. "Isn't that always the way?"

"Yes," Astrid nodded. "Watch yourself."

"This is a nice house," Adrian said. "Do your parents have lots of money?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "One of the many reasons why Mommy and Daddy don't have to work. That and the fact that Doctor Stensrund was a privateer before he became honest and law abiding, and when he turned me, I got mad, killed him and absconded with all his treasure."

"What's a privateer?" Adrian asked.

"Oh," Selina said. "That's a person who gets paid by the government of one country to rob and kill people from another country."

"Wow," Adrian said. "Can I be a privateer?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "They don't have them anymore."

"I can't believe you took all his treasure!" Adrian told her. "That's so cool!"

Selina grinned. "I'm glad you think so."

She got out of the car and asked Adrian to take her hand as she led him inside. They found themselves in the kitchen. Her father was sitting and reading the paper. She cleared her throat and he looked up. "Hello, Daddy." She said quietly.

"Hello, dear," he said. When he saw Adrian, he started. "And who's this?"

"This is Adrian," Selina said. "He's my son. Your grandson."

Matthew Warren's eyes widened. "How...?" He trailed off.

"It has to do with the werewolf gene," Selina said. "I'll explain later. Where's Mama?"

"She went out to get things for dinner tonight," Matthew said. "And we're having a guest over, so make sure you dress nicely."

"All right, Daddy," Selina sighed, leading Adrian upstairs. "You take the room next to mine," she pointed, just as the strains of "The Bonny Blue Flag" drifted up from downstairs. Selina sighed and went into her room to unpack.

When she heard voices chatting boistrously downstairs, she knew it was time for dinner. Selina looked in Adrian's room, but he wasn't there. He must've gone down already, she decided. She'd put on a blue sundress that went nicely with her eyes and put her hair up. She went slowly down the stairs and when her father saw her, he grinned. "There you are," he said. "What took you so long?"

"I-I couldn't decide what to wear," she stammered. Seated next to her father was a man who had his back to her. When he turned, she gasped. She couldn't believe he was here, of all people.

"Hello, my beautiful darling," he said, pushing blonde hair out of his eyes. Looking at him now, it dawned on Selina how much Aleksandr looked like Klaus.

"Hello," Selina said, "Why are you here?"

"I invited him when your mother told me you were coming," her father said, grinning. "I thought the two of you could use a chance to catch up."

Selina sat down and looked around the table uneasily.

Conversation was stilted as the meal progressed. Finally, just as her mother was bringing out dessert, Adrian said, "Mommy, I need help in the bathroom. Could you come with me?"

"Sure," Selina nodded and put her napkin in her chair, following him into the bathroom. He shut the door, frowning at her. "Who's that man next to grandpa?" Adrian asked. "And why did he call the kind of name that only Daddy should be calling you?"