"Do we really have to do this?" Rosalie asked Liam. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to break into my father's liquor cabinet. He checks it every night. He'll know that something is missing!"
Liam turned around fast to face her. "If you want us to get anywhere physically, you're going to have to let me drink, all right?"
"Why?" Rosalie wanted to know.
"Cause I'm a crazy human who wants to have sex with a vampire!" Aaron replied. "I'm out of my fucking mind! Every horror movie I've watched with that scenario never ends well for the human."
"I know I said that I could snap your wrist in half if you tried to pull something on me, but I won't do anything if you don't hurt me first!" Rosalie said. "I swear! I'm completely harmless!"
It was then that Aaron pried the door to the liquor cabinet open, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, half of it, then grabbed Rosalie and kissed her as his hands roamed over her body, and then they worked together to help her wiggle out of her jean shorts and panties. Then she watched as he undressed himself, but he kept drinking, so that when his pants were down around his ankles, he fell on the floor and Rosalie tried her best not to laugh at him cause whatever was going on would probably take forever to happen again if she made him stop now cause he felt back about himself.
Once he'd said a stream of swear words, he got to his feet, grabbed her, and then, his mouth smashing against hers, maneuvered her to the sofa as best he could, and once Rosalie had straightened herself out so that she was lying straight and vertical, her red hair flowing over the cushions that matched the green couch, they began kissing more furiously. She nipped at his neck, and then it turned into a full blown bite, something that didn't even register to him as he pushed into her and pulled out repeatedly.
Finally, gasping for breath, he got up and looked in the mirror of the guest bathroom and Rosalie, blood still on her chin, said, "Can I get you a bandage?"
"No," he said as he put some alcohol on the wound and tried to wipe the blood up. "I think I'll be fine."
Hearing the honk of a car outside, Rosalie's eyes widened and she told Aaron to dress. "It's my dad!" She cried. "If he finds you here, he'll kill you!"
Aaron smiled and tried to kiss her again, his glance wicked. "Does that mean you and I will have to sneak around in secret? I like it!"
"Never mind!" Rosalie said. She helped him dress and then zapped him back home, trying to control her breathing as Klaus opened the door and called out to her. "Rosalie, love? Are you here? I know your mother is out."
"Yeah, I'm here," Rosalie nodded. "How were things at the bar?"
"They were good," Klaus nodded. "Roxie says 'Hello' and wonders when you're going to be back."
"I'll have to go again sometime," she said. "I'll make a note of that." Then he looked down and picked up a black sneaker that she and Aaron had somehow missed in their rush to get him home.
"Where in the world did this come from?" He asked, letting it hang off his pointer finger. "Have you started buying a new style of shoe, because I have to say, something this masculine doesn't really flatter you."
Rosalie made a sound in her throat as Klaus came to sit next to her. He pushed some of her red hair out of her eyes and said, "Rosalie, whose shoe is this? Tell me honestly."
She thought of lying, but she knew that he'd find out the truth and that would make him even angrier so she just blurted out, "It's Aaron's, all right? He came over and we…we did stuff, some of it involving your liquor cabinet."
"What kind of stuff?" Klaus asked, his voice tight. "Is it the kind of stuff I told you repeatedly not to do with human boys?"
"Yes," Rosalie nodded, feeling a tiny bit braver and sitting up a little straighter now that it was out in the open. "Yes, Aaron and I had sex. It's over and done with and I'm sorry if it upsets you, but I think I'm old enough make those kinds of decisions. Besides, Amanda's been sleeping with Viktor for who knows how long and Uncle Elijah allowed it. Don't tell me that you're gonna be more tightly wound about this than Uncle Elijah was in the same situation. Dad, you're the cool one."
"Not this time," Klaus shook his head, his eyes narrowed and his lips a thin line. "I don't want that boy in my house. You know this!"
"And why not?" Rosalie shot back. "If it's just because he's human, that's a stupid reason and I'm going to ignore it!"
"All right," Klaus nodded. "I didn't want to have to tell you this, but you've given me no other choice: You bring Aaron here, and I will kill him just like I killed his mother. You've seen the pictures. You know what she looked like once I was through with her. Do you want Aaron to end up the same way? If you care for him like you claim you do, I think it would be best at this point to leave him alone."
He then got up and went to his room, leaving a stunned and disgusted Rosalie sitting on the living room sofa.
"I thought you only hunted at night," Amy told Klaus as she watched him put his clothes the next morning. "Why are you leaving now?"
"So that damned masked menace won't come after me!" He cried irritably. "Every time I turn around, there she is! How the hell does she know where I go every night? Is she watching me or something? I haven't had a good hunt in I don't know how long because of her."
"If you're concerned about not getting enough blood, we have blood bags," Amy replied. "Use them."
"I don't want to," Klaus replied. Then he paused. "Wait a minute," he said, approaching the bed again with a smile on his lips. "I just had an idea."
"Did you?" Amy asked as he pulled the blanket away from her bare body. "What is it?"
"Can I take the blood I need from you?" He asked, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Please? I'll be gentle, I promise."
"Just a minute," Amy replied, even as she embraced him. "Let me think about this."
But, even as Klaus looked at her eagerly, she slowly shook her head. "I'm sorry," she told him. "I can't. Use blood bags if you want them, or go out and try your luck."
"But why?" Klaus asked, kissing her on the cheek. "I told you I'd be gentle."
"Because I can still remember a time when you weren't," Amy said firmly. "Every time you do something even remotely vampire-ish, every time you lose your temper, my mind goes back to when…when you killed me. I still remember that, even though you and I are together and we were able to have Rosalie. I can't forget what you really are. And I know that no matter how many times I ask, you won't give it up. It's not right for me to."
"Well, if it's the memories that are troubling you, I'm sure there's some sort of potion that can help you get rid of them," Klaus told her. "If you were still just a vampire, I could do it myself."
"But see, that's the thing," Amy told him. "I can't get rid of those memories. It wouldn't be a good idea."
"Why?" Klaus wanted to know.
"Cause that would be letting you off easy," Amy replied. "Throughout our whole relationship, you have messed with my memory, used me for your own pleasure when you know I wouldn't have consented, and killed me. And despite all that, I've still stayed with you. I've still let you know that I love you and that you mean a lot to me. I've yelled at myself for that lots of times. I've asked myself why I was being such a soft-hearted idiot by literally letting you get away with murder. Hell, when I left for Europe after Savannah's wedding, if Vivi hadn't been with me, I probably wouldn't have come back. It's those memories, Klaus, the ones of you murdering me without even a smidge of mercy, or giving me a chance to explain myself, and of hiding out with Vivi in that tiny and cramped apartment with baby Vivi cause I was afraid you were gonna kill me again for leaving, that I feel stop me from being a complete doormat to you. That stop me from just blindly being suckered in by your good looks and your charm. I know you love me and the girls. I love you too. But we can't pretend that we haven't had issues just because that makes things easier. Do you understand?" She then flinched as she waited for the blow.
But none came. Instead, Klaus let out a sigh, gently touched the side of her face for a few second, and then headed out the door with three words to her: "I'm going hunting."
And he didn't come back for the rest of the day. So Amy found ways to occupy herself and stomped down any feeling that she'd been too hard on him. She'd not said anything wrong. She was just being honest and telling him what he needed to hear.
When he came back and helped her set the table for dinner, she was surprised by his nonchalant attitude. "All right," she said as he held a handful of knives. "Out with it. Tell me how mad you are about what I said this morning. Let's get it out in the open."
"There's nothing I need to say about that," Klaus replied.
"There has to be!" Amy cried. "I insulted you! I scolded you! I said things with a bluntness that would get anyone who said them killed!"
Klaus was silent while he finished up with the place settings and then he took her hand. "You want me to say something about your speech this morning? Would it make you feel better?"
"Yes!" Amy said defiantly. "It would!"
"All right," Klaus nodded. He pulled her to him and gave her a long, deep kiss, and as he pulled away, he looked into Amy's shocked eyes and said earnestly, "Thank you for your honesty. It was something you felt that I needed to hear, and you went ahead and said it."
"You…you're not mad?" Amy asked, her jaw dropping a little.
"Why would I be mad at you for being honest?" Klaus asked. "You didn't say anything that Alistair hasn't also told me hundreds of times, and think about it: It was a lack of honesty from you that made me angry before. It was your skulking around. It was my feeling that when it came to you and Robbie and Vivi that you didn't respect me enough to tell me the truth until you had no other choice. That is what makes me mad. But honesty never will. Let me know if you need any help getting the food out on the table." He then strode off, leaving Amy as shocked as her daughter.
