For the longest time after the incident with the poodle at the dog park, Rusty refused to come near Selina and started favoring Klaus instead. So the two of them went to the park, with Klaus' solemn vow not to let Rusty go near the poodle ringing in Selina's ears. However, after one particular trip, Rusty seemed particularly cheerful and jumped into Selina's arms. Looking into his eyes, it was then that she got an idea of what he'd been up to. She put Rusty down and strode into the living room where Klaus was watching TV. "I don't believe you!" She snapped. "You did exactly what you promised you wouldn't do!"

He looked up, nonplussed. "I wish you wouldn't nag me," he said. "I find it very annoying when you do that."

"Well," Selina said, "maybe if you would listen to me once in awhile, I wouldn't have to nag."

"What's so wrong with Rusty having one tumble?" Klaus asked. "Now that he's been there, he'll probably never want to go again."

She just glared at him. "I'm going grocery shopping," she said. "We're out of milk."

"Have a good time," he said absently.

She got in the car and drove to the supermarket. It didn't take her long to find the milk, and as she stood in the checkout line, she heard someone calling her name. Or rather, one of her many names.

"Stella? Stella Warren?"

Selina turned. The woman addressing her was tall, slim, and dyed platinum blonde. She wore a dark blue halter dress that exentuated her figure.

"Hi," Selina said. "I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?"

"You remember," the woman said. "Stephanie. Stephanie Porter, from high school?"

"Oh," Selina said. "Well it's nice to see you again."

"Did you hear about the reunion?" Stephanie prodded. "You know, you haven't aged a day!"

Selina shrugged. "Everybody says that. I'll see if my husband and I are available for the reunion."

"All right," Stephanie hugged her. "See you there!" She sauntered off.

"Geez," Selina smirked. "Once a cheerleader, always a cheerleader."

When Selina got back to the house, she dropped the milk off in the kitchen and then went down to the basement to look through the boxes and try to find her old high school yearbook. It wasn't difficult. Afterward, she'd vowed never to pretend to be a high school student again. She opened the yearbook up and turned to the photo pages. There was Stephanie Porter: head cheerleader, chair of the prom comittee, homecoming queen, prom queen, her accolades went on and on. Selina flipped a few more pages and found herself: Tennis team, swim team, drama club, band. She'd played the piano and keyboard and won several trophies at competition.

She looked in the section for sports. Her eyes paused at the picture of the football cheerleaders. There was Stephanie, right up front and grinning idiotically like the rest of them.

When she heard the voice, she jumped. "What are you looking at?" Selina shut the yearbook quickly. Klaus was grinning down at her. "Nothing," she said. "Nothing you'd be interested in. Just a momento from awhile back."

He took it from her and began leafing through the pages. He quickly found the picture of the football cheerleaders. "They're very pretty," he said. "Were you one of them? I think you would look very good in a short skirt like that."

"No," Selina said. "I happen to think that cheerleaders are tools of a patriarchal society that is in swift decline."

His grin was tight lipped. "Well, aren't you adorable?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "I'm practical."

A slow grin came over his face. "I have an idea for a new game," he said.

"No," Selina shook her head. "I'm not going to demean myself by dressing up like a stupid cheerleader just for your sexual gratification."

He burst out laughing. "Oh, please. You know you want to."

Selina shook her head. "No, I don't."

He let it go, a knowing grin on his face. "So," he said. "What inspired this sudden yearning to revisit something you clearly find unpleasant?"

Selina sighed. "I ran into Stephanie Porter at the supermarket and she told me there's a reunion coming up."

"Is there?" Klaus asked. "Are we going?"

Selina gave him a look. "Who said I was inviting you?"

"Well," Klaus said, "don't people usually use reunions to throw their good fortune back in other people's faces? And you clearly have some unresolved anger about the people in your class, so what better way to show them up then by showing up on my arm?"

"Oh, how modest you are," Selina said dryly.

"So is that a 'yes'?" Klaus asked, looking hopeful.

Selina sighed. "It's a no," she said. "I think it would be a bad idea to bring you with me."

"But if you go by yourself," Klaus pointed out, "everyone is going to think you're a loser."

"No, they won't," Selina said. "nobody is going to think I'm a loser."

He perked up. "So you are letting me come with you!"

"No," Selina shook her head. "I'm making other arrangements."

Selina knocked on the door of the house and prayed that he was home. The door opened. "Selina?" Elijah said, looking surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Selina sighed. "Is Aleksandr home? I need to talk to him."

Elijah nodded. "Of course. Come in."

"Thank you," Selina said. "Where is he?"

"I'll go get him," Elijah said.

He returned with Aleksandr a few minutes later. "What do you want?" he asked her sharply. "Whatever it is, I won't do it!"

"You mean you won't come to my high school reunion with me and tell everyone you're my rich, handsome and succesful husband?" Selina asked.

"No," Aleksandr shook his head. "You have Niklaus for that."

Selina shook her head. "I don't trust him," she said. "Too much temptation. He found me looking at my old yearbook and apparently he has a fondness for cheerleaders."

"Oh," Aleksandr nodded. "So you're jealous."

"Stop that," Selina said. "Don't you think I was jealous after you left me? I thought for the longest time that another woman had caught your eye and you were just too scared to tell me."

"Well that's just not true," Aleksandr snapped.

"So why won't you go?" Selina asked.

"Maybe I will!" Aleksandr snapped back.

"Fine," Selina said. "It's in a week, dress business casual, I'll come and pick you up."

"Fine," he said. "I'll see you then!"

Elijah followed Selina out the door. "You just like to pick fights with everybody, don't you?" he asked.

"Margaret!" Selina called as she strode into the boardinghouse.

"What?" Margaret called back, coming into the living room. Damon followed.

"Do you still have that dress?" Selina asked. "The aqua blue mini dress that you said looked sexy on me?"

"Yeah, sure," Margaret said. "I'll go get it."

She left Selina and Damon staring at one another. "So," she said finally, "how have you been?"

"As good as a person who was deceived by someone they loved possibly could be," Damon said sourly. "Why didn't you just tell me that you were in love with Klaus? I had to hear it from Margaret of all people!"

"Oh," Selina said, "I am not in love with Klaus."

"You married him," Damon said. "Margaret was there. She videotaped the whole thing!"

"Maybe there is something between Klaus and me, but it's nothing serious," Selina said. "It's just sex, that's all. And you've got Margaret now, so you can hardly be mad at me."

"That's true," Damon nodded. "She is a very good consolation prize."

"Wait," Selina said. "Margaret videotaped our wedding? Could I see it?"

Damon nodded. "She even put Klaus' reception toast on the internet." He sat down and called up the video. Selina watched it, her mouth slowly dropping with each verse Klaus sang. "I don't believe this," she said. "That couldn't have happened. I think I would have remembered something like that."

Margaret came down the stairs. "Not if you were as drunk as he was," she said cheerfully and held the dress out. "Is this the one you were talking about?"

"Yeah," Selina said, taking it.

"So what's this for, anyway?" Margaret asked.

"Oh," Selina said, "my high school reunion is next week and I want to look awesome."

"Why are you trying so hard?" Margaret asked. "It's been ten years. Every other woman there is going to be almost thirty. You're going to outshine them all just by showing up!"

"I know," Selina grinned. "But it never hurts to put forth a little effort, now does it?"

Margaret looked over at the computer. "So you saw Klaus' wedding toast. What do you think?"

Selina grinned. "It's sweet," she said. "If only he were that demonstrative when he isn't drunk."

"Well," Margaret said, "at least I got it on film so we can prove that it actually happened."

Selina sighed. "I think I've caused enough damage around here for one day. Thanks for the dress. I'll be going now."

The evening of the reunion, things were incredibly tense around the house. Klaus kept asking her what was going on with the reunion, and she kept telling him that he wasn't invited.

"Well then who are you inviting?" He asked. "I think I have a right to know."

"It's nobody you know," she said.

"I'm going to be asking him some things when he gets here," Klaus said.

"Oh," Selina told him, "my date isn't coming here. I'm picking him up."

"Well that's stupid," Klaus said. "If he was any sort of decent, he'd pick you up."

"Did it ever occur to you," Selina said, "that the whole reason why I arranged it this way was so that the two of you wouldn't meet?"

"Why wouldn't you want us to meet?" Klaus asked. "He is real, right? You aren't stuffing a blow-up doll in your trunk and then inflating him once you enter the high school parking lot?"

"No," Selina gave a humorless laugh. "He's very real, thank you very much. And grow up, will you? Petty jealousy is not attractive." She looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh, and it's time for me to go pick him up. You and Rusty have a good night now."

"Oh, we will," Klaus said.

As Selina was pulling out of the driveway, Klaus left the house and transformed behind a bush, then slowly stalked Selina's car all the way to Elijah's house. He remained hidden and watched as she parked in the driveway and went up to the front door, knocking once and then throwing her arms around...Aleksandr!...when he answered the door. Klaus growled and left the bushes, preparing to jump Aleksandr when he and Selina got to the car. However, he arrived a bit late and Selina fought him off. He then limped away to lick his wounds while the two of them drove off to the reunion.

"What was that?" Aleksandr asked Selina once they were on the road. "Well, it was a wolf, obviously, but..."

"It was Niklaus," Selina said. "Apparently he followed me. He's been asking me all day who I was bringing to the reunion instead of him and now he knows."

"Are you sure this was a good idea?" Aleksandr asked.

"Why would you ask something like that?" Selina said. "Are you nervous?"

"No," Aleksandr shook his head. "Of course not. It's just that I'm a bit worried about what he might do to you is all."

"How sweet," Selina said. "But don't worry. He won't do anything to me. Now let's just relax, lie through our teeth, and have as good a time as we can have." She parked the car in the school parking lot and led Aleksandr inside.

Klaus arrived at the school just after Selina and Aleksandr did. Because he was still in his wolf form, he went behind a bush and changed back. "Well," he said, "It's pretty obvious why she didn't want me to meet her date, isn't it? Well, my dear, two can play this game."

His thoughts errupted by the sound of somebody nearby. He stepped out from behind the bushes and noticed the blonde woman struggling to get things out of her car. He strode over to her. "Looks like you need some help," he said.

"Oh, thank you," she told him. "I really could use the help." She handed him one of the boxes she was carrying. "Decorations for the reunion," she explained. "Do you belong to anyone in our class?"

"Oh, yes," he nodded. "I'm Stella's husband. Or I was...until she dumped me."

"She did?" The woman asked. "Well, I've had a couple of nasty divorces myself. It's not easy." She held out her hand. "I'm Stephanie Porter, by the way."

He shook it. "Niklaus Von Richter. But I prefer to go by Klaus. You were a cheerleader, weren't you? I've seen Stella's yearbook."

Stephanie cleared her throat. "I was. This might seem a little awkward since we just met and all, but I'm here by myself and..."

"Would you like me to escort you?" He asked. "I'd be happy to."

When Stephanie Porter entered the room, Selina gasped when she saw who she had on her arm. "Look!" She said, grabbing Aleksandr roughly by the arm. "It's Stephanie Porter! And Klaus is with her!"

"And why is this a problem?" Aleksandr asked. "I thought you didn't want him coming with you in the first place."

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "And this is exactly why!"

Stephanie and Klaus both came toward them. "Hello," Stephanie said. "Sorry I'm late. I got the decorations. And I found the loveliest man in the parking lot, Stella. He says he used to belong to you."

"Yeah," Selina said. "He did used to belong to me."

"But after she got going with her business," Klaus said, "she dumped me."

"What business?" Stephanie asked, looking interested.

"I've found the secret to eternal youth," Selina whispered. "It's made me millions."

"What is it?" Stephanie asked eagerly. "Can I have some?"

"Tonight I'll be giving out free samples," Selina said. "So, what took the two of you so long?"

"We were under the bleachers," Stephanie said. "It was even better than I remember." She sighed.

"Yes, I noticed you were a bit wrinkly," Selina said. "And not just your dress, either!"

Stephanie frowned. "How dare you..."

"Oh," Selina said, "make a move. I beg you. But don't break a nail in the process."

Stephanie punched Selina hard enough to draw blood. "That's it," Selina said. She grabbed Stephanie by the arm and dragged her to the bleachers, pulling her underneath them and ripping out her throat, laughing as Stephanie's blood dripped down her chin. Once the former cheerleader was drained, Selina threw her body aside and went back out among the people. Who should she go after next? That was easy. How about the rest of the cheerleaders? After she influenced them all to come to her, she drained them all too, drinking half their blood and putting the rest of it in a bucket. Then, she transformed into a wolf and sprang out from under the bleachers again. Everybody went running for the doors, but they were met by Selina's horrible snarl. Several were so terrified that they collapsed. Jack Ryder, who had been the head of the basketball team, grabbed one of the candles from the table and threw it at Selina, hoping to deter her, but he missed and the flame began consuming the crepe paper instead. Eventually, the whole gym become engulfed in flames, the power went out.

Selina transformed again, grabbed the bucket of blood, and began writing things on the walls: 2 good 2 b 4 gotten, have a good summer, friends 4ever. Then the lights came back on and Aleksandr pulled her away from the wall. "No," she screamed. "No, let me go!" She brought her arm back and hit him in the nose so he dropped her. Her mouth was covered in blood and her eyes were dilated. She went looking for Klaus. She found him under the bleachers, fondling the breasts of the dead cheerleaders.

She growled and he turned. "Well look who it is," he said. "Was that little show for me?"

She got down on her knees and shoved several of the bodies aside until she reached Stephanie's which was at the bottom. Of course the woman was wearing her uniform. Selina stripped Stephanie naked and then took off her own clothes, putting on Stephanie's uniform. "You want a show?" She asked. "I'll give you a show."

She began chanting instructions while he sat there grinning, waiting for the moment went he could just rip the tiny skirt off her. Then, she began dancing and he was once again reminded how much he loved her ass. Finally, with her last cheer being "looky here, looky there, I'm not wearing underwear," he couldn't take it anymore and threw her on top of the pile of dead cheerleaders. He slowly removed her bloodstained clothes and began making love to her. She growled and tore off his pants and then he licked the blood off her mouth. She captured his mouth in hers, biting his lip and lapping up the blood.

The fire still raged around them, destroying the bleachers and as their lovemaking became more frantic, the bleachers collapsed around them in a heap of twisted metal.