Hi guys :) Thank you all so much for reviews! I'm amazed at how many of you are viewing this story. Sorry that there's been no update for the past few days, I've been really busy. I know this chapter is short but the next one will be longer and there will be a few shockers :D enjoy! xxx
The day next, Allie and Klaus were sat together on the sofa, Allie cradled in Klaus's arms, when Elijah entered the room with Tatia by his side. Immediately sitting it, Allie felt her blood begin to boil.
"Get her out of this house now, Elijah."
"You have no authority here, Allie."
"She is my wife, Elijah, and Tatia is not welcome here."
"I would appreciate it if your wife could refrain from attacking Tatia again."
"Love, you didn't?" Klaus asked, turning his attention to Allie. "You could have hurt the baby."
"The baby was fine, Klaus. The bitch deserved it anyway."
Allie caught Elijah's look of disapproval and sighed. She had always liked her husband's older brother but now she found him to be extremely foolish and frustrating. Everyone except Elijah could see that Tatia was using him and Allie did not want Elijah to get hurt because of his love for the woman.
"Do not speak of Tatia in such a way."
"Elijah, please, she's using you. Why can't you see that?"
"Tatia is doing no such thing."
"Are you blind?! Everyone can see that Tatia only wants Klaus!"
In that second, Allie saw Elijah's face contract with hurt before he quickly composed himself again and spoke clearly.
"Just because you have unresolved feelings for Damon, does not mean that Tatia has them for Niklaus."
Allie felt like she had been slapped in the face. The shock of Elijah's words stung her and she could not understand why he felt the need to hurt her so. The Elijah she knew had always been so kind to her; treated her with respect and brotherly affection.
"What are you talking about?" Allie asked, stunned.
"The next time you drink from Damon you had better be sure that no-one is around to see."
From the corner of her eye, Allie noticed a change in Klaus's demeanour as Elijah finished his sentence. Turning her head to look at him, Allie was met with a stone cold glare and she felt her heart let out a stab of pain. Her own husband was looking at her as if she had betrayed him and Allie could not understand why.
"Elijah, could you give me and my wife some privacy?"
"Gladly." Elijah replied, taking Tatia by the hand and leading her up the stairs and to his room.
The moment Klaus heard the door to his brother's room click shut, he turned on his wife. Fury was raging through his veins like fire and for the first time since he had met her, he wanted nothing more than to hurt her; to show her the man he was before she entered his life.
"Klaus…"
Holding his hand up to silence her, Klaus could not bare to look at his wife. The pain in his chest was not just from anger; that he knew. Walking away from Allie, Klaus stalked over to the drinks cart he kept in the corner of the room and poured himself a large glass of scotch; gulping half of it down in one go. He felt Allie place her hand tentatively on his shoulder and he instantly wished she had not done so.
Pure fury consumed him as he violently ripped Allie's hand away from his shoulder; causing her to gasp a little in pain. Gripping his hand tightly around Allie's arm, he pushed her backwards with such force that she fell to the ground; landing directly on her back.
Allie stared up from her position on the ground in shock. In the entire time she had known Klaus he had never once laid so much as a finger on her in violence; never once said a mean word to hurt her. She could not reconcile the image of the man before her; his eyes black with anger, with the kind and gentle man she knew her husband to be.
"Ow, Klaus, you hurt me." Allie stated, slowly getting up from the floor and standing to her full height a few feet away from her husband.
"That seems to be what we do best, love." Klaus sneered.
"Klaus…"
"Get, Out."
"What?"
"I want you to leave, love, and do it now before I do something I regret."
"No."
"I said get out!" Klaus shouted, throwing his still half full glass against the wall behind Allie; causing his wife to jump.
Feeling tears welling up in her eyes, Allie gave her husband one last look before fleeing from the house and running as fast as she could to safety. Klaus watched her go. There had been a great many times in his thousand years of existence where he had felt betrayed by those closest to him, but he had never felt the sting of betrayal quite as much as he did in that moment. It was one thing for his wife to have a past with Damon Salvatore, but it was quite another for her to feed off him. Just the thought of his wife wrapping her lips around Damon Salvatore's skin and drinking in his blood made Klaus want to tear things apart with his bare hands. The thoughts kept on coming and he began to wonder whether he knew Allie at all; whether there was indeed more to her friendship with Damon that she had let him know about.