When Chantelle knew that Klaus and Stefan had gone elsewhere, she made her way back to Gloria's.

"Is it true?"

"Oh, gosh!" Gloria flinched at her voice, until she turned around, "Chantelle. Yes. It is true."

"Why didn't you tell me about any of this?" Chantelle asked, "I thought we were friends."

"We are." Gloria sighed, "I'm sorry, but I knew I couldn't tell you because you never believe anything without evidence and I didn't have the evidence."

"Couldn't you have done one of those spells to get inside my head and show me what you knew?" Chantelle sat on the bar, "You couldn't of done that?"

"I could've." Gloria stated, "But even with what I know, I can't get inside your head. You're a Guardian, a Ramirez and an Original Tribrid. It's nearly impossible to get inside the head of you or your other siblings and I'm not talking about Stefan and Damon. You're extremely stubborn and I didn't know much so you wouldn't have believed it."

"Whatever." Chantelle rolled her eyes, "I need alcohol."

Gloria sighed, "Do you want me to tell you what I do know?"

"Well, since we're here."

"You hated Klaus when you first met."

"I can't imagine why." Chantelle stated sarcastically.

"You hated him, but he liked you from the second he saw you. He followed you everywhere." Gloria explained, "Klaus was never one to pine after women, women are usually the ones to pine after him. You were different."

"I am very different."

"Yes you are," Gloria stated, "Again, you hated him, he liked you, I mean, he was even in love with you for a nearly two months before you decided to give him the time of day and the slightest sliver of your attention."

"Is that so?"

"Fast forward a few weeks later, you showed up here, late, when you promised you would help me clean up, and I would've yelled at you, had I not noticed the paint all over your clothes and your face."

"Why did I have paint all over me?"

"You were happy." Gloria smiled, "You told me Klaus and yourself were arguing and you threw paint at him, in turn, causing a paint fight, which also created a beautiful canvas painting from the flying colors you two were throwing at each other. I've seen it and it's absolutely beautiful."

Chantelle stirred her drink, "That doesn't seem like something I would do."

"There was some kind of explosion a month later." Gloria said, "But that's all I know."

"Right." Chantelle sighed, "Thanks, Gloria."

"A brutal self-analysis lies at the heart of all despair."

Chantelle just nodded, "That's certainly true."

"I thought I would find you here."

"Go away, Klaus." Chantelle rolled her eyes, "I'm not in the mood."

"Chantelle, please, let me explain."

"I already told you," she growled lowly, "I am not in the mood to listen to you try and explain yourself."

"I know you said that, but if you just-"

"No!" she yelled, "You took my memories away and left." she defended her anger, "We had something." she pointed out, making a very valid point, "and now we have absolutely nothing." she was completely serious, "I don't want to know what we had. I want to forget it completely. For good."

"You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't." he refused to believe her, he was set on the idea that her hostile responses were her anger talking, not her, "Believe it or not, we used to be something."

"Well, whatever something we were, it's long since over now!"

"It doesn't have to be!"

"Yes it does!"

"Why?"

"Why?" she asked, "Why?" she was shocked at his question, "Because you took my memories away Klaus! I was starting to think that you were redeemable, that you had some good in you, but compelling me.-" she cut herself off, "Compelling me crossed the line."

"I was trying to protect you, love."

"Protect me?" she couldn't believe what she was hearing, "Protect me?" she couldn't believe he had the nerve, "How could you think I am the one who needs protecting?"

"Being associated with me, and dare I say it: friends with me, is a danger to you!" he exclaimed, "I had to compel you, to keep you out of harms way! I had good intentions, love."

"Good intentions?" she questioned with an exasperated expression, "You really don't get it, do you?"

"No, I don't! Explain it to me." he said, throwing his hands up, "Explain to me how compelling you to keep you safe from my enemies, who would do anything, and I mean anything, to get back at me for the things that I've done, and that includes hurting you. Believe it or not Chantelle, you're important to me."

"Well I shouldn't be important to you!" she yelled, "The best thing for you is to stay the hell away from me!"

"I could say the same to you! Which is exactly why I compelled you! So you would stay the hell away from me." he matched her tone, "So you would be safe!"

"You don't understand, Klaus!" the fire raging inside of her was only getting hotter, "I have secrets! Secrets of which you absolutely cannot know or even begin to understand!"

"Everyone has secrets Chantelle." he stated, "Everyone has their demons! But at least I'd try to understand."

She was trying so hard to keep her anger in check, and suddenly the bush they were standing next to lit on fire, "You can't!"

"Alright love," Klaus stared in shock, "I think you need to calm down." He warns holding up his hands.

"I can control myself," The fire in the bush next to them immediately went out, "but you infuriate me."

"All right, now let's calm down, and talk about this. Okay?" He barely remembers what they were arguing about.

"Fine." she sighs, "But the answer is still the same. And it just comes to question: what are you hiding? You shouldn't have to cover your tracks unless you're running from somebody." she says, "And I would know." she whispers to herself.

"And how would you know that?" He asks leaning forward slightly in curiosity.

"I can't tell you, Klaus. I wish I could," she turned to walk away, "but you wouldn't understand..."

He grabs her wrist, spinning her around to face him, "I'm sure I'd understand perfectly. After all, I am running myself. Did you not just point that out?"

"No, you wouldn't." she looks down at his hand on her arm and then to the floor, "Nobody could but me and-" she cut herself off, sighing, "Nobody could but me."

"Why?" he asked, "There has to be a reason for-"

"-Shhh."

"Do you hear something?"

"How do you not?"

"Maybe because I wasn't trying." he said, "I was listening to you." Klaus glances around, on edge, leaning forward slightly.

"Is that-" she cut herself off.

"I think we should go?" Klaus suggested in a whisper.

All they saw was a mop of blonde hair before Chantelle was tackled to the ground.

"Chantelle!"

"AH!" she screeched as she fell to the floor, "I don't know you!"