The next day, at lunch, King brought Vivi her food, and when she saw what was on the tray, she frowned. "Where's my dessert?" She asked. "You forgot about that!"

"They didn't have any more pudding!" King cried and tried to conceal the cup of chocolate pudding he'd gotten for himself in his jacket so Vivi wouldn't see it. "And you said you didn't want anything else."

Biting her lip, Vivi sat down and munched on her French fries, before staring deeply at King, her eyes narrowed. "What's under your jacket?" She asked. "What are you trying to hide from me?"

"Oh, nothing," King replied, stepping back a little. "It's nothing you'd be interested in."

"Oh, I don't know," Vivi replied and snatched the pudding cup out from under his coat, staring at it with wide eyes and shaking it in his face. "You lied to me!" She cried. "You're a big, fat liar!"

"Well, that's my pudding cup!" King cried. "It's not my fault I got the last one!"

Vivi then opened it in front of him and licked some of the pudding off her finger. "I have to ask, which is more important to you?" She said. "Chocolate pudding you can have any time, or blood your mom won't let you have for years?"

"Oh, don't be silly," King replied. "I can get as much blood as I want without you! I only agreed to this stupid deal because my mom doesn't want me to get caught and be killed."

"So you can't really get all the blood you want, can you?" Vivi asked. "You're totally dependent on me to give it to you, which means you have to do what I say."

King's eyes narrowed and then he suddenly remembered something and zapped himself up another pudding cup. "I forgot that I can have as much pudding as I want. Enjoy the rest of yours."

Vivi's eyes narrowed, her joy in stealing his pudding suddenly dissipated. She stirred it around as he ate and finally went to throw the half eaten pudding cup in the trash before coming back, stomping on King's foot, and then striding angrily from the lunch room.

King knew that he'd promised to do things for Vivi so she would give him blood, but after the incident with the pudding at lunch, he began to ask himself if it was all worth it. He didn't like being humiliated by a girl, and he was sure that his father would scold him for it, too. He decided he had to fight back, like he'd already done. Just in little ways, of course. He wasn't stupid enough to break the deal entirely. He waited by her door for her to get out of class, and when she came out, he tripped her so she fell on her face.

"Have a nice fall?" He asked her. "I hope those rug burns don't hurt too much!"

"You're breaking the rules!" She cried. "No blood for you!"

"Technically I'm not," King replied. "I'm still doing whatever you say, but I'm also choosing to rebel a little when you act like a jerk. Do you understand?"

"Oh, my goodness!" Vivi cried and magicked a bucket above King's head. "If you want pudding so bad, have it!" Then, the bucket turned, making the chocolate pudding inside spill all over King as Vivi sauntered to her next class.

After King cleaned the pudding off himself and was about to clean up the rest of Vivi's mess, a teacher came up to him. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He asked.

King quickly froze him, cleaned up the rest of the mess, unfroze him, and then walked away, reaching the classroom and reluctantly sitting next to Vivi.

"What took you so long?" She smiled.

"Oh, like you don't know," King replied. "Shut up!" Then he lapsed into silence as the teacher came in and stared at them. "Everything all right in here?" She asked.

"Yes!" Vivi nodded, giving King a hug while he tried to push her away. "Everything is fine!"

"What are you doing?" King asked when Vivi released him, a look of disgust on his face. "Have you gone crazy?"

"I was just trying to show the teacher that we were getting along so we wouldn't get in trouble," Vivi replied. "I didn't enjoy hugging you either!"

"Okay," King replied. "As long as we both agree that you're disgusting and full of germs."

"We do not agree to that!" Vivi whispered angrily.

"Okay!" Their teacher said, coming to the head of the class. "Does everyone have their things for show and tell?"

"Yes," the class replied, holding up various things. Vivi volunteered to go first and as she talked, King zapped a whoopee cushion onto her chair, causing the class to burst into giggles when she sat down and her face went as red as her hair.

"All right, all right everyone," their teacher said. "Let's calm down now. It's just a normal body function, nothing to laugh about."

Vivi spent the rest of class glaring at a smirking King when the class wasn't looking. She was beginning to regret writing him that thank you letter, and wished he hadn't drunk the blood already so she could steal it back from him cause he didn't deserve it.

When the school day was finally over, King carried Vivi's bag to Amy's car, said 'Hello' to her mother, then went to join Selina.

"Is that the little boy you've been fighting with, Vivi?" Amy asked. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself. He seems perfectly nice. He even brought your bag out here for you. That was very gentlemanly of him and you should have said 'Thank you'."

"He's no gentleman!" Vivi protested. "He put a whoopee cushion on my chair during show and tell. It made a farting noise and everybody laughed at me!"

"I'm sure that his carrying your bag was his way of apologizing for that immature behavior," Amy replied. "Tomorrow, you thank him."

"No!" Vivi shook her head. "I did that last time and he just got meaner and meaner!"

"All right, I give up!" Amy replied, throwing up her hands. "I can see that this isn't getting us anywhere, so as long as you and King aren't hurting each other, I'll just keep my mouth shut."

"Good," Vivi replied and gave a brief nod. "That's a very good idea, Mommy."

"How long did it take the two of you to get along and stop wanting to kill one another?" Amy asked Kol and Margot the next day.

"We really didn't start getting along well until Margot got pregnant with Regina," Kol replied. "Why?"

Amy sighed. "I thought you would say that. It's a bummer."

"Is this about King and Vivi?" Margot asked. "Are they still fighting? Regina hears all sorts of things from King about the two of them when she goes to visit Mikael."

"Yes, they're still fighting," Amy sighed. "I've tried to get Vivi to be civil cause he seems like a very sweet boy, but she won't go for it. She says the impression I have of him is false, and she should be allowed to hate him as she wishes."

"I hate to tell you this," Kol told her. "But Vivi is right about this one. King's not a nice boy at all. He's even worse than me."

"And that's saying something, coming from him," Margot added.

"But when I last saw him he was carrying Vivi's bag for her, and he spoke to me with such courtesy," Amy replied. "How can he be that bad?"

Kol sighed. "Amy, listen to me: I know that being married to Nik, you haven't had a lot of communication with my father, but he's never had any desire to raise sweet, angelic boys. After getting through his style of parenting, you're either a take no prisoners warrior who does everything Father says, or the type that rebels against it. No sweetness, no charm. Unless they want something, that is."

"And remember that he has Gwen as a mother too," Margot added. "Remember how surprised we were when Rebecca come out nice, and how not surprised we were when we found out what a big mess Robbie is? Between the two of them, King doesn't really have a chance."

"Poor boy," Amy sighed sadly.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about him too much if I were you," Kol replied. "I bet he enjoys his lot in life."

"And I'm not saying he shouldn't," Amy replied. "He's a vampire, he should be allowed to be a vampire. I just wish that he and Vivi would get along, and that I wouldn't have to wait until something like a pregnancy years from now makes that happen!"