"I can't look at those pictures anymore," Aaron told Rosalie as he pushed the photos away. "Can we take a break and do something else?"

"Sure," Rosalie replied. "Of course. The only reason why I look at them with you so often is cause I thought you wanted to."

"Well, I want to find out who killed my mom, sure," Aaron nodded. "But we're not really getting anywhere, are we?" He ran his fingers through his blond hair and Rosalie said, "Want me to rub your shoulders? You seem tense."

"Oh, yes, thank you," Aaron replied as Rosalie began rubbing his shoulders.

"Is that good?" Rosalie asked as she kneaded his skin. "Or am I hurting you?"

Aaron moaned. "No, you're not hurting me. Keep going. And would you move down a little, please?"

"All right," Rosalie nodded. "Get up out of that chair and come sit on your bed with me. I'll have a better angle that way."

"Interesting," Aaron smiled. "You're not scared I'm going to take advantage of you?" He then sat down and Rosalie began working on his shoulders again. When she heard his comment, she gave a little bark of laughter. "Please," she cried. "If you tried that, I would snap your wrist in two. I can do that, remember."

"Oh, I know," Aaron replied. "I haven't forgotten, believe me."

Rosalie continued to massage him, even instructing him to take off his shirt at one point. When she was massaging his scalp, that was when he quickly turned to face her. "Can I kiss you now?" He asked. "Please?"

"All right," Rosalie nodded.

Aaron then leaned forward and kissed her, but it was a quick one, as if he were afraid a long one would end badly for him. His cheeks flushed and he turned his gaze downward for a second or two before Rosalie put a hand under his chin and brought his face up so that his brown eyes peered into her face. "You can look at me, you know. You don't have to be scared of what we just did. You asked me for permission and frankly, I'm a little disappointed with what I got."

"I know," Aaron sighed. "I just…I remember that you're a werewolf or whatever and I don't want to awaken the beast."

"You won't," Rosalie promised. "Well, not the really dangerous one, anyway. So, you wanna try that again? I insist."

"All-all right," Aaron replied, grateful that they were at his house and his dad was out, cause he didn't want to think what Rosalie's father would do to him if he found them making out. But, just to be safe, he went to the door and peered out into the empty hallway before turning around, coming back to the bed, pulling Rosalie to him and kissing her again, this time with much more enthusiasm. He pulled away with a gasp when a growl escaped her throat and Rosalie assured him quickly that it was nothing bad. "I won't bite," she promised him. "Unless you want me to."

"We'll get there," Aaron assured her, running his fingers through her hair as she leaned against him, her arms up around his neck. "I promise."

"You better," Rosalie said. "It took us long enough to get here and I don't want to wait an eternity for the next step."

"Yeah," Aaron nodded as he leaned forward to kiss her again. "Me either."

"So…what have you and Kol been doing lately?" Amy asked Klaus. "You got home late the other night."

"Oh…nothing," Klaus said, looking away from her. "Just some hunting; Nothing unusual."

"If it's just normal stuff, why can't you look me in the eye?" Amy asked, trying to turn his eyes toward hers. "Tell me the truth, please. Even if you think I don't want to hear it."

"You won't let this go until I do, will you?" Klaus asked.

"No," Amy said firmly, hands on her hips. "Spit it out. What did you do when you went out with Kol?"

"On my brother's orders, I went to Alexandra Croft's house with Kol and we…we attacked her," Klaus got out. "Elijah told me to do it because Amanda and Viktor are dating and he's afraid Alexandra will hurt her! And after we were done with her, Selina, who was there too, called the ambulance!"

"That poor woman!" Amy sighed. "Just because your brother requests something like that of you, it doesn't mean you have to do it! How many other people have you hurt without my knowing?" She advanced on him as he put up his hands and mumbled reassurance in an attempt to calm her down.

"No!" Amy shook her head as he was backed up against the wall. "You can't get out of it this time. How many people have you killed? Tell me."

"You said you'd look the other way if I was feeding for nourishment," Klaus reminded her.

"That's true," Amy nodded. "But you can't tell me that every person you've come up against has just been food. You're not that type of person. You kill to enjoy it too. So how many people have fallen under that category all the time we've been married?" She zapped him with a truth spell so he couldn't be less than honest.

"There's too many to count," he said at last. "I couldn't even tell you a number."

"Well, of course you can't!" Amy replied. "I should have expected that."

"Exactly!" Klaus agreed. "Then why did you ask me such a stupid question?"

"I guess it was because I hoped you would give me a better answer, but I guess I was wrong," Amy replied.

"Yes, you were," Klaus nodded. "I don't know why you always think I'll give you the answers you want to hear. That I've reformed somehow. That I've restrained myself. Cause I haven't and I won't and you'll just have to deal with it. There's nothing you can do to change things! Give up and accept me the way I am!" He stalked off then, grabbed the keys to his car, and headed out, with Amy assuming he wouldn't be back until the next day, and that he'd make a visit to Alexandra's again that night.

And that was all right with her. She might not be able to stop Klaus' beastly behavior, but she would save Alexandra and every other victim of his if it was the last thing she did.

As Klaus made his way to Alexandra's, Amy dressed herself up in a close-fitting black dress, black boots, and black gloves, and a black mask, changing her distinctive red hair to black, and then, using some of Klaus' clothing for a tracking spell, found Alexandra's house. She came upon him terrorizing her, the poor woman so used to it that she didn't even fight back. Amy used her magic to send Klaus flying against the wall and while he was dazed, she took Alexandra's hand and whispered, "I know you're a witch. Zap yourself away."

"But where will I go?" Alexandra asked as Klaus advanced on them again and Amy sent him flying once again.

The third time Klaus came at them, Amy froze him in place and then led Alexandra to safety with one of her witch friends, promising she'd never be threatened by Klaus again.

"Th-thank you," Alexandra got out as she stared into Amy's masked face. "I never thought I'd be saved from that monster, so I'm very grateful to you. What's your name?"

"I can't tell you that," Amy said to her. "Maybe you'll hear some other day, but now isn't the time. If I want to save people, this is how it has to be."

"Well, thank you," Alexandra said again. "Thank you, whoever you are."

"You're welcome," Amy replied. "Stay safe."

"All right," Alexandra nodded. "I will." Then, Amy went back to Alexandra's, unfroze Klaus, disappeared, and when she arrived home, quickly changed into her pajamas and lay in bed with a book, waiting for Klaus to come back and complain about what had happened.