Poison & Wine - Chapter XXV

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Once we finished dinner at the restaurant with little to no more conversation between us, we headed back to the hotel. I went to my room in the huge suite and changed into the short pajama bottoms and tank top. I would have to go get different clothes tomorrow; there's no way I could continue on in this.

When I finished getting ready for bed, I went to find Klaus. I heard a low voice in the other bedroom so I went and knocked on the door. There was a low growl and then the door opened to reveal him, shirtless.

I stared at him a moment, checking out his body and seeing a tattoo. It was a feather, which gave life to flying crows on the left side of his chest. He also had a tattoo on his right arm of something I couldn't completely see. He didn't have a bad body whatsoever, and didn't hurt to look at it… Andy, stop thinking that way! This man killed people you loved, I thought to myself. I looked up to meet his gaze.

"Can I help you?" He asked, irritated but obviously saw me checking out his body; that must've lessened the irritation somewhat.

"Oh, well, I, uh, I wanted to know, since I have no money here with me, if I could go get some different attire tomorrow with your money. This isn't really my style," I gestured to the attire. "You are the one who kidnapped me without letting me get my wallet."

His eyes studied my body for a long moment, and he made sure to look at every inch. His irritated frown turned into a small smirk. "I don't know… I quite like it. Makes you look more like a—"

"Don't say it, because I'm not here for you to oogle over, Klaus!"

He laughed and then leaned against the door frame. "I suppose if you're not comfortable in those clothes, I can work something out…"

"Thanks," I turned and headed toward the couch; I heard the door close a second later.

I sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. The Walking Dead showed up on the screen, and I immediately got comfortable in my seat. I loved this show and Daryll Dixon a.k.a Norman Reedus. Boondock Saints was the best movie I'd seen him in. They were just rerunning the first episode. The beginning of the story of the protagonist's, Rick Grimes, life and the people in his survival group. He wasn't bad-looking and I appreciated his caring personality.

Halfway through the first episode, I looked back at Klaus's door because I heard it opening. "What are you watching? All I can hear is screams and moans," He said, stopping behind me.

I smiled small up at him. "It's The Walking Dead," He stared down at me, obviously confused, so I explained it, "It's about a zombie apocalypse."

"A zombie apocalypse," He said, moving to sit beside me. "Is this all you humans are concerned with these days? Zombies and sparkly vampires?"

"Uh, have you ever seen Night of the Living Dead? How could we not be obsessed with them after that?! It's the film that sparked the love for the zombies in Hollywood." I explained.

"Yes, I saw it when it first came out. I didn't care much for it."

I shook my head. "You have no appreciation for films, do you?"

"Only the good ones."

I sighed and turned my attention back to Rick Grimes. Obviously I wouldn't be able talk with him about this kind of thing without going on a rant, so I avoided it. We finished the episode in complete silence before I turned toward him. "So… What do you think?"

"More interesting than I thought it would be, but there are plot holes."

"There's always plot holes," I pointed out. "Some writers just don't see them until whatever it is has already been put out there in the public."

He nodded and I notice he's still shirtless. He looked over and saw me staring at his chest again and smirked. "See something you like, love?"

I rolled my eyes and shoved him, though he didn't even budge. "I was admiring your tattoo."

He looked down at them. "You like it?"

"Yes, it's neat," I wanted to touch it, but knew I'd be crossing my own boundaries by doing so. Instead, I admired from afar. "Do you have any other tattoos?"

"A panther," He showed me his right arm.

"That's pretty cool."

"Do you have one?"

"A tattoo? Oh, yeah, I do."

"Well... Can I see it?" I could see by the look in his eyes he was going over every possibility of where it was; he didn't already see it on the crap ton of exposed skin, which I could tell excited him. Pervert.

"Uh, no," I answered to him. "I'd die of embarrassment."

"How so?"

"Well, for one, what it is of and, two, where it's located. It's not a tramp stamp, though," I sat up from the couch, looking at the crows on his chest.

"Perhaps someday—'

"Klaus," I laughed, shaking my head at him. "Give up your pursuit of me, sweetheart, you'll end up hurt if not."

"Maybe that's what I need," He have me one of those, 'I am going to melt your heart' smiles that showed his dimples and appeared heartfelt.

I couldn't help but smile back at that. "You're a sucker for Nicholas Sparks, aren't you?" His smile slightly faltered and I chuckled as I stood to go to my room. "I should've known," I grinned to myself and walked backwards to my room so I could look at him. "It's sweet, though. Tell me, was it Noah?" I opened my door and started closing the door. "Goodnight, Klaus. Sweet dreams."

"Kol!" I hissed, walking up to a good looking guy that looked similar to Elijah except with long hair. I was in the middle of a wooden house.

"Hello, love, back for more of Nik? I'm afraid he has gone out."

I smacked him. "I am your brother's wife; you do not speak to me like that."

"My brother's wife... Does he know you lied down with Nik days before your wedding?"

I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side, growling, "Kol, what you saw is not what you think. Klaus and I did not lie together; it was Elijah and I." I didn't know why, but I knew I was lying to this Kol. I was determined to do everything in my power to convince him I'd slept with Elijah not Klaus.

"But—" Kol stopped himself; he was doing exactly as I hoped. Doubting himself. "—but I saw you two…"

"Kol, Elijah and I didn't want to wait until our marriage night; we made a simple mistake." He seemed confused, but no longer argued it. As if on cue, Elijah walked in with Rebekah. My heart started beating quickly and I couldn't help but beam at him. He had his long hair and was dressed in very old clothing.

"Come Kol, Father needs us," Rebekah said, avoiding eye contact with me. Kol stood, bid farewell and left; Rebekah did the same.

"Anastasia," Elijah smiled at me and moved over to me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his chest. "My wife, my love…"

I leaned back against his chest, feeling all of my body tingle at his touch. "I could stay here forever," I murmured.

"I could, too," He responded, holding me tightly. "Mother says she wishes to have us over to dinner soon. Also, she wonders when she will be given a grandchild."

I forced a laugh. "Oh, does she? Well, hopefully in the next few years, but who is rushing? We only just got married, Elijah. Do you believe I'm ready for motherhood?"

"I think you are ready for anything, my love," He kissed my lips and then looked outside. "Come, it will be dark soon. We need to make it to the caves before the full moon comes out."

Everything suddenly melted and I was standing in the middle of a circle made of fire that appeared to be located in a clearing in the woods. I looked around and saw my aunt Jenna standing there.

"Jenna?" I questioned aloud.

She stared at me a moment before she grabbed her own neck and snapped it before I could do anything. Behind her stood Klaus drinking from Elena; at his feet laid the bodies of everyone I cared for in Mystic Falls. I stared, in some kind of trance, as he dropped my sister and made his way over to me. He had blood covering his mouth and grinned when he saw my horrified yet awed expression.

Next thing I knew, I was making out with him, the taste of blood filling my mouth and becoming all I could taste.

I woke up in a panic. To make it all worse? I felt something wet on my face and automatically assumed it was blood. Frantically I rubbed at it only to find drool; I was relieved to not find blood.

I looked at the alarm clock beside the bed to see it was eight-thirty in the morning. Yawning as I stood, I walked over to the dresser; I opened it to find clothes that I'd wear. Klaus had actually gotten me clothes that matched my style. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, a Wham! shirt, and underwear before showering. After I finished with that, I looked at myself in the mirror, my thoughts were on Anastasia.

We looked exactly alike, right? I was having dreams of Anastasia's past, but Elena was having no dreams like that of the girl she was a doppelganger of, so why me? Why was I different?

I tried picturing Anastasia. I had pale skin, very curly light brown hair, high cheekbones, light pink lips, porcelain skin, and brown doe eyes like Elena's. I remembered it being mentioned to me by Klaus once that she had straight hair, not curly. It was difficult to think someone looked exactly like me – well, actually that I looked exactly like someone.

When I got out of the bathroom, I saw a ton of roses now filled the room. There were red, white, coral/bright orange, pink, and lavender ones that were scattered about. Still gawking at the roses, I found an envelope on my bed with my name scribbled on the front; I opened it quite slowly.

Andy,

Red represents passion and love. White represents worth and purity. Coral or bright orange represents desire. Pink represents romance and admiration. Finally, lavender represents deep adoration. I want to show you all of these things and more for the remainder of our trip and for the rest of eternity. Prepare to be swept off your feet.

Fondly, Klaus

I sighed, dropping the letter and going over to some red roses. This bastard actually thought he could get to me with a few sugared words. Did he think roses would make me forget he killed my aunt? I touched the roses gingerly and let my mind wander.

My dream last night. If that wasn't a signal that I shouldn't get involved with Klaus, I don't know what was. He killed my aunt and inadvertently killed John. Why wasn't I fighting being here? Why hadn't I attempted an escape yet? It was then I realized it was because of Elijah. It was because secretly I hoped that Klaus had him daggered and had brought him along. That maybe I'd get to see him.

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut; even without Elijah, I still somewhat missed him. But why? Why could I so easily let go of my relationship with Damon when Elijah showed up, but now when Klaus shows up, I can't forget Elijah? Because Elijah didn't kill two members of your family, I reminded myself.

Suddenly not feeling up for anything, I laid on the bed.

Why couldn't Klaus leave me be? Yes, I get that I looked like his dead love, and now we suspected we are connected somehow, but why can't he just drop it? I know he looks at me and sees Anastasia, just like Elijah did.

I couldn't dwell on this any longer because the bedroom door opened to show a young, tan girl with dark features. "Can I help you?" I asked, sitting up.

"Mister Klaus instructed to come to tell you your schedule for today," She said, folding her arms behind her back. "He says today is a free day for you and you are allowed to explore the city."

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The End of Chapter XXV