Phoenix Rising
Ch. 34

Katie managed to mind her own business for a month. Her only friends at school were Rebekah, who talked her out of quitting cheer considering that during their routines was the only time Katie ever smiled anymore, and Caroline who had stopped ignoring her and talked to her like they used to despite keeping certain things to themselves. Klaus had been busy dodging attempts against his and Rebekah's lives. Like Damon and Stefan killing Finn in an attempt to kill all the originals, but it didn't work because Klaus made Bonnie un-link the siblings, so it didn't work. It did however reveal that when an original is killed, every vampire they've turned along with anyone those vampires turned, died. Even with everything going on, Klaus managed to find time to shoot her a random text here and there to check up on her. She always replied with, I'm fine. Everyone knew she wasn't.

Rebekah had also tried to talk Katie into going to the 20's decade dance tonight, but Katie just didn't think she could sit through a stupid dance without being completely miserable. She was sitting at her kitchen table doing homework when she heard someone knock on the door. She didn't answer, assuming it was Rebekah coming to try one more time to get her to go to the dance, whoever it was let themselves inside. "Rebekah I told you I'm not going to that stupid dance." She sighed only to see Klaus when she looked up. He wore an off white tux, a blue and white tie and a yellow hankie in the pocket of his jacket. His hair was lightly gelled and parted on the side. If she was being completely honest she didn't think it was his best look.

"Well she may have failed at getting you to go but she succeeded at talking me into it." He informed her as her eyes took in the green dress with black sparkling beads and tassels hanging off the short zig-zag hem line, knotted white beads and a green headband with peacock feathers on it was looped over the hook of the hanger that hung off his finger.

"And she asked you to ask me to be your date?" Katie asked tiredly.

"Actually it was my idea." He told her with a closed lipped smile. "You've been locking yourself in this house every day after school. You need to get out and have some fun."

"I can assure you that a high school dance will not be fun." She told him flatly. "Besides there's like a seventy five percent chance that something is going to go incredible wrong at that dance given the fact that since Damon and Stefan came to town our dances have been a hot spot for vampire, witch, werewolf activity."

"If I'm going so are you." he walked over, grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the chair with ease.

"I've told you once and I tell you again, I don't take orders from you." she told him as she took her arm out of his hand.

"Such defiant words from a woman with not even the slightest spark of fire in her eyes." he told her as he cupped her chin in his big hand. "My brother extinguished you. I have every intention of setting you ablaze once again." The look in his eyes sent a shiver through her spine that made her swallow hard and drop her eyes. When she looked back up at him he gave her a smirk and slipped his thumb over her cheek bone. "Now, go get dressed." He lifted the dress up, but instead of taking it from him she cocked a brow at him and a smirk of her own tugged at the corner of her lips. He rolled his eyes. "Please." She took the dress and went up stairs.

An hour later she came down stairs wearing the dress. Her hair was simply twisted and tucked at the back of her head to make her hair blond and red hair appear short and the headband went across her forehead, the bundle of peacock feathers sat above her right ear. Simple eye shadow let her red lips be the focal point of her face. "The shoes don't really match, but they are the only black ones I own." She motioned to the black heals she wore to homecoming.

"Trust me, Love, no one will be looking at your feet." He told her, drinking her in as she walked over to him, the tassels brushing against her upper thighs as she did.

"Then tell me, what will they be looking at?" she asked as she grabbed her keys and debit card off the table behind the couch that they were standing next to then put them in the black clutch in her hand along with her lipstick and makeup wipes, never breaking eye contact with him.

His eyes moved down to her red lips then a little further taking in how the lines of black beads on the bust of the dress accented her curves before he looked back up at her eyes. "Lucky for you the women of the 1920's were fairly modest when I came to dresses."

"Yeah…lucky me." She sighed then snapped the clutch shut. "Can we just get this over with?"

"If you do not at least attempt to have fun then going to this dance is pointless." He told her and she just looked at him. "Smile." The smallest smile pulled at the corner of her lips for a fleeting second. "You can do better than that." She pulled her lips back showing off her teeth. "Are you silently growling at me, Love? Come on! Smile." He told her in an up beat voice attempting to fire her up. She pursed her lips and pulled them to the side as she raised her brows at him. "Smile or I'll find that ass hole class mate that hit on you at homecoming and break his spine like I originally wanted to." Thinking about Klaus scaring the shit out of that sleazy guy brought a small smile to her face. "Not nearly good enough, but I'll take it."

"Can we go now?" she asked with a motion to the door. He walked over to it and pulled it open for her.

When they walked into the gym Caro Emerald's "That Man" filled their ears while everyone danced to the upbeat song. "You would have liked the twenties." Klaus told her as they walked into the crowd to find a place to dance. As they found a spot the song cut off and a slow song started. Klaus grabbed her hand and pulled her into him with his arm looped around her waist. "The girls were reckless, sexy…fun." He pulled her closer and spun her around. "They literally used to dance until they dropped."

"From exhaustion or blood loss?" Katie asked with a look up at him through her lashes.

"Answer me this." He slid his hand down to the small of her back. "If you lived somewhere where vampires and their natural habits and impulses were not frowned upon and judged as harshly as the people in this town do. Would you not give in and indulge in all the things being a vampire could offer you? Would you not murder just for the fun of it?"

Katie thought back to her time in Nashville. Being away from Mystic Falls, where no one knew her or what she was…She had done some things that made her feel good in a bad way. She lured men into her hotel room, got them drunk, compelled them, fed on them, and while she didn't sleep with anyone she did make out with one guy she was pretty sure was a model. When he grew inpatient and dipped his head into her line of view she looked at him. "Indulge? Most definitely, but there's a line I don't cross and I draw it long before murder comes into the picture."

"You say that like you've had to draw that line before." He observed.

"Because I have." She answered as she let go of his hand and placed both of hers on his neck as they danced. He slid his hands up her back holding her closer. "And it was fun." He smiled before he realized they had been dancing for a while and Rebekah hadn't made an appearance. "What?" she asked watching him look around.

"Have you seen Rebekah?" he asked.

"No." Katie answered looking around spotting Caroline and Tyler, Elena and Stefan, Bonnie and some guy she guess was her mother's adopted son Jamie, who according to Caroline Bonnie liked. She didn't see Rebekah anywhere. "She's made it her goal to hijack this dance from Caroline. I'm sure she'll be here soon." Caroline noticed Katie and gave her a small smile then realized who Katie was dancing intimately with and gave her a questioning look. Katie realized then how close Klaus was holding her and the fact that she didn't hate it. "I need some air." She pushed him back and went outside intending on going to her car, but she slammed into an invisible wall a few feet outside the gym. "What the hell?" she asked looking down to see a line of salt. Her eyes followed it to see that it encircled the entire school.

"Esther's back. We're all trapped in here." Stefan told her.

"Why won't that bitch just stay dead?" She sighed.

"Rebekah, call me back immediately." They heard Klaus say as he walked out of the gym. "I only came to this ridiculous dance because you begged me to it and now you're nowhere to be found." He looked up to see her and Stefan. "Call me back." he hung up and looked back and forth between Katie, Stefan and the salt line. "What is this?"

"Esther is back from the dead, again." Katie answered. "We're stuck in here."

The dance was called off and the human students were free to walk out of the salt ring. Bonnie tried to do a locator spell on Elena, but Esther fought her on it. Because she was channeling a hot spot, Klaus knew Esther was at the old cemetery where Klaus first killed her. Since none of them could leave, Matt and Jeremy went after Esther and Elena.

Katie sat in the cafeteria waiting for Esther to die again so she could leave when Klaus found her. "I should not have dragged you here tonight. You were right about this schools history of dances and trouble." He told her as he sat down across from her.

"It's fine. It might not have shown, but I was actually having fun." He gave her a smile and she changed the subject. "I just hope Matt and Jeremy can stop your mother from doing whatever it is she's trying to do." She told him as she put her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. "We all know she wants you dead and if you die...Tyler along with whoever else is part of your sire line dies too."

"I turned the vampire that turned the vampire who turned Katerina." He told her as he stood up. "You are part of my sire line and I will not let you die." he walked out.

Katie was still sitting there when Bonnie came in and told her that Esther wasn't fighting her anymore and the barrier was down. "There's something else you should know." Bonnie told Katie as she walked past her ready to go home. "It's about Alaric." Katie stopped and turned back to her. "Ester turned him into an original vampire and he's not going to complete the transition." Katie felt tears pool in her eyes. "We're all going to the cemetery to tell him goodbye, you should come with us." Katie swiped her hand over her face wiping away a tear that slipped and nodded.

When she got to the cemetery she saw that practically everyone was there. Elena, Jeremy, Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Tyler, Matt, and some woman that Katie had never met before were all standing around outside the tomb Alaric was in. Alaric walked out of the tomb and took them all in with tears in his eyes. As his eyes landed on Katie, leaning on a statue beside Matt she couldn't help walking over to him. He opened his arms for her and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You'll always be my favorite teacher." She told him through her tears.

He laughed and pushed her back a little. "And you'll always be my favorite and best student." He told her as he wiped her tear with the back of one of his fingers.

"Good bye, Alaric." She told him as she turned and walked away from everyone.

She didn't know where she was going when she got into her car she just knew she couldn't go home yet. After thirty minutes of aimless driving she ended up at the Mikaelson mansion. Deciding that she ended up there for a reason she got out and let herself inside. "My survival will haunt you through Eternity." She followed Klaus' voice to find him looking down on his mother lying in a coffin. "You will never destroy me!" feeling her there he asked. "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt I just…I was driving and I ended up here." He turned and looked at her with angry eyes. "I'll go."

He noticed her reddened eyes and tear streaked cheeks. "Stay." he told her quietly. So she walked into the room and around all the open empty coffins to the one Rebekah was in. A dagger was lying on the table at the head of her coffin. "So what exactly happened to her tonight?"

"My guess is my mother fooled all of us into thinking she was dead by taking over Rebekah's body. When she no longer had a use for it she had someone dagger her so she could jump back into her original body." He told her then walked out of the room full of coffins.

"I think I hate witches just as much as I hate this town." Katie sighed as she followed him to the kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and poured her a drink and one for himself.

"You forget, you wouldn't be alive right now if your witch friend hadn't linked you to Elijah." He pointed at her with his hand that held his glass as she sat down in the barstool across from him and picked up the glass that he slid to her.

"Yeah, and look where that got me." She commented with a motion around her.

"Sharing a drink with a friend?" he asked playing stupid.

"No, stuck in a world of pain and misery. Of one disappointment after another…of lies and hallow words and meaningless promises. I don't even know why I'm still in this town." She told him then threw back the drink and pushed the glass across the bar to him.

"You're still here because you've never lost sight of your true goal." He told her as he poured her more and slid the glass back to her. "Graduation then med. school."

"That's the funny thing." Katie pointed at him then dropped her hand to the bar and picked up her glass. "Elijah left me because he didn't want me to die before I accomplished my dreams. Now I don't see the point of it all. My dreams mean nothing if I have no one to share the victory of accomplishing them with."

"I would argue that they mean more because you accomplished them all by yourself." He told her then took a drink.

"How can you encourage me to be alone when you yourself can't even stand the thought of it?" she asked then through back her drink and pushed it across the bar to him. "I mean, isn't that why you want Elena alive? So you can use her blood to sire a back up family when your blood family fails you?" he set his drink on the bar and blinked at her. "I'm not judging, just sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. I apologize."

"Maybe you should slow down." He pointed out not giving her a refill.

"I don't want to slow down. I want to get so drunk that I can no loner feel my face much less the weight that is constantly sitting on my chest." She told him as she hopped down off the stool, walked around the bar, grabbed the bottle and looked him in the eyes as she pressed the rim of the rim to her lips and took a large drink.

"You really think that's a good idea considering what happened the last time we drank together?" he asked as he watched her move the bottle away from her wet lips then wipe her hand over them.

"Most likely not." She told him then turned her back on him and walked off. He followed her to his studio where she started looking at the paintings on the wall. "I don't know anything about art. So I'm just going to ask, how many of these did you do and how many are by famous artists?"

She took a drink as he walked over to stand next to her, "They are all mine." He answered then took the bottle from her and took a drink. "The famous ones are scattered throughout the house."

"Okay." Was all she said as she turned around and walked over to the couch that sat in the middle of the room and sat down. "I had to take a couple of art classes in school, but our art teacher was a major pot head so we didn't actually learn anything other than the ninja turtles are all named after famous artists. As long as we were quiet and did something even close to art we passed."

He walked over and sat down beside her, propping the bottle up on the arm of the couch. "Please tell me you did not glue macaroni to a piece of paper and call it art."

She laughed. "I'm not a three year old. I colored in a coloring book." She told him with her chin held high and he smiled then closed his mouth deciding to keep his comments to himself. She laughed a little at his reaction. "I passed that's all I cared about." She held her hand out for the bottle. He gave it to her and she took a drink then handed it back to him.

She pulled out her phone and unlocked it to see what time it was only for her eyes to land on the picture of her and Elijah after the ball. She couldn't bring herself to change it yet. Her hand went to the infinity sign that still hung around her neck.

Knowing she was thinking about Elijah, Klaus plucked the unlocked phone out of her hand and changed her background so that she didn't see Elijah's face every time she used her phone. He was handing it back to her when Rebekah came into the room. "What happened?" she asked with a tired look at the two of them.

"Excuse me for a minute, love." Klaus told her then walked out of the room with Rebekah.

Katie wandered over to the table that had drawings scattered across it. Eventually she came across the one Klaus had drawn of her in her ball gown. She was looking at it when Klaus came back. "Why did you draw this?" she asked holding up the picture as she turned to him.

"Because I find inspiration in beauty and it is no secrete that I think you are beautiful." He answered as he took the paper from her and set it back down on the table behind her. "And smart, relatable, strong, brave, honest, loyal, understanding, non-judgmental-"

"Stop." She told him as she looked down at the floor. "Just…stop trying to make me feel better about myself when I know there has to be something fundamentally wrong with me."

"Katie," he stepped into her and hooked his finger under her chin, pushing her head up but she didn't look at him. "Look at me, sweetheart." She lifted her eyes to his. "You…are a uniquely incredible woman."

"If I'm so incredible why do I always end up alone?" she asked.

In that moment all he wanted to do was kiss her, take her to his room and show her just how perfect he thought she was, but he also knew that after everything she had been through in the past few months, despite the fact that she had flirted back with him tonight, her heart was hard as stone and it wouldn't change anytime soon.

He sighed as he moved his hands to her hips and leaned down pressing his forehead to hers. "I wish I could assure you that you are not alone and you never will be, but you do not need to be force fed any more lies." She bit her lip to keep from crying and nodded. When he tilted his head slightly she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead, he pressed his lips to her cheek. "Goodnight, Katie." He let her go and left her alone.

Not feeling like going home she grabbed the bottle of half drank alcohol and headed to the kitchen. Rebekah came in and found her eating a pint of strawberry ice cream she'd found in the freezer amongst other flavors she couldn't stomach. "Sorry, I raided your stash."

"It's fine. I have plenty." Rebekah told her as she grabbed a pint of buttered pecan then shut the fridge and grabbed a spoon. "I'm sure we could both use it right now." she popped off the lid and threw it in the trash. "I'm sorry about your teacher. He seemed like a good guy."

"He was. I'm sorry about your mom." Katie answered as she played with the pink, slightly melted ice cream with her spoon.

"Are you staying here tonight?" Rebekah asked with a look at the clock.

Katie shrugged. "I don't really feel like being alone in my house right now."

"Well, you know where your room is at and I'm sure Nic won't care if you stay." Rebekah told her then started walking away, taking her ice cream up to her room. "Goodnight."

"Night." Katie called back. She grabbed the bottle of rum and took a drink then headed upstairs, grabbed a tank top and shorts and headed to the bathroom. After showering she laid down in bed and tried to go to sleep, but the way Klaus looked at her when he told her he intended on setting her ablaze, the feel of his hands on her while they danced, when he kissed her cheek after he killed Mikael, when he'd kissed her in this house before it had been renovated and when he kissed her cheek tonight filled her mind. The memories played in her head over and over until finally she sat up and brushed her fingers through her damp hair with an aggravated sigh.

She slipped out of bed and put on a satin robe then left the room and went out back to the garden that now had bright flowers where dead rose bushes had once been, taking a walk in the night air to clear her head. It worked for the most part, but on her way back to her room she noticed the light on in the parlor and her feet took on a mind of their own. They brought her to Klaus sitting on the couch, a sketch pad in his hand. "You couldn't sleep either?" she asked getting his attention and he snapped the book closed before she could see what he was drawing. With suspicious eyes she leaned on the back of the couch, putting her head next to his, looking at the book in his hand over his shoulder. "What were you working on?" she asked as she reached for the book, but he tucked it under his leg where she couldn't get it. She gasped exaggeratedly, "Was it something dirty?"

"A little." He answered, peaking her interest given her recent thoughts about him.

"Show me?" she asked.

He looked at her over his shoulder "No."

"Is it Caroline?" she asked.

He scoffed. "No."

"Please show me?" she asked with her best puppy dog eyes and he pulled the book out from under his leg and flipped to a finished picture. She wrapped her arms around him and held the book in front of him. He looked at the book as she took in the drawing of one of the photos he'd seen of her on her phone she realized that this was finished and not what he had been working on. So she flipped to the front of the book and found a sketch of her in the dress she wore to the homecoming dance. On the next page was just a picture of her face and shoulders, every detail was spot on. As she continued to flip through the book the pictures, that started off innocent, became more and more revealing until she came to the unfinished one at the end, a sketch of her and Klaus in her bed. He was nude sitting up on his knees with her in his lap, her long legs wrapped around him. His arms wrapped around her hid her breasts from view. Klaus noticed her breathing changed and he couldn't tell if she was pissed off or turned on. She closed the book and tossed it onto the coffee table then leaned further over the couch and slid one hand to hold the side of his neck and the other over his cheek, turning his head toward her. His eyes met hers a split second before she pressed her lips to his.

He instantly kissed her back, catching her bottom lip between his. Wanting a better angle he turned putting his back against the arm of the couch with is legs stretched across it then wrapped his arm around Katie's waist, easily lifted her over the low back of the couch, never breaking the kiss, as he laid her on top of him. She braced herself with her hands on the leather arm of the couch behind him, lost in his kiss and the feel of his hands untying her robe. She pulled back and watched his face as he pushed it down her shoulders revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra under her spaghetti strap tank top. He couldn't resist slipping his hands up her shoulders then over her chest and cupping her breasts in his hands. A hum let her lips and pleasure shot through her when he pinched her nipples over the fabric making him chuckle as he let go of one of her breasts and pulled her back down to kiss him.

"Oh bloody hell!" Rebekah's voice pulled them back down to reality and Katie tucked her face into Klaus' neck, too embarrassed to look at Rebekah. Klaus on the other hand glared daggers at her. "How many rooms are there in this house?"

"Go away, Rebekah." He told her aggravated.

"Gladly, get a room next time so I don't feel like stabbing my eyes out. Yeah?" She told him then turned and walked away.

When Katie heard Rebekah's stomping footsteps disappear upstairs she pulled her face out of Klaus' neck and looked him in the eyes. Deciding that she wasn't going to let Rebekah's interruption ruin her night she stood up and held her hand out to him. He took it and let her lead him to her room. "Are you sure about this?" he asked as he watched her shut the door.

"All I'm sure about anymore is that I have been nothing but miserable since Elijah left. And tonight, when I was feeling lost and aimlessly driving around because I didn't want to go home to my house that is filled with a thousand haunting memories, I ended up here." She slipped her hands up his chest and held the sides of his neck. "I no longer believe in love nor do I want it. I do however," she said as she grabbed one of his hands in both of hers and started kissing his fingertips, "want your sexy hands to touch every inch of my body…" She brushed her lips over his fingertips then kissed his pointer finger, slipped it into her mouth and looked him in the eyes as she slipped it out, "and for you to let me feel every inch of yours."

A heavy sigh left his parted lips as he smashed them into hers. A moan bubbled up from her throat when his tongue found hers. He grabbed her sides, picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. As his lips attacked hers she wrapped her arms around his neck. A heavy breath left his lips as he whooshed her back, pressing her against the wall. A growl left his lips as he attacked her neck with kisses and nibbles pulling another moan from her lips.

When she pushed at the hem of his shirt he pulled away and looked into her eyes as he pulled it over his head and she did the same with her tank top. Desperate to have his lips back on her she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to her catching his bottom lip between hers. When she lightly bit his lip he moaned and whooshed them over to the bed, grabbed her hands from around his neck and pinned them down next to her head. A mixture of kisses and rough nibbles were trailed all over her neck and chest before he finally let go of her hands to cup her breasts in his. She rolled them over and started undoing his belt, button and zipper.

As soon as she was done he rolled them back over losing his pants in the process then pulled off her shorts and her panties in one swift movement. Wanting to see what he had envisioned he sat up on his knees, running his hands down her thin sides over her curvy hips to grip her legs and wrap them back around him, admiring the sight before his eyes. Knowing what he wanted, she sat up. As she did he slid his big hands up her back until his palms were pressed to her shoulder blades.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and lightly ran her fingertips over his back making him sigh as he looked into her eyes and rested his forehead on hers. After a few seconds she noticed his gaze fall down to her chest and a smile spread over her lips. He looked back up at her with a smile of his own as he slid one of his hands around to her stomach then up pausing when his thumb and pointer finger outlined the under side of her breast. He tilted his head, brushing her nose with his before he pressed his lips to hers. A satisfied sigh slipped from his lips when she kissed along his jaw to his neck where she bit him without breaking the skin and his hand moved up, cupping her breast in his hand as he lightly pinched her nipple pulling a sigh from her.

She grabbed the sides of his neck as she kissed back to his lips. As his lips massaged hers his tongue found it's way into her mouth pulling a moan from her. Their hands explored each other as they made out. Eventually when they both needed more Klaus slid his hands down her back, grabbed her butt and picked her up. Knowing what he was about to do she pulled back and looked into his eyes as he slowly lowered her down on him. They both sighed in satisfaction then pressed their foreheads back together not breaking eye contact as he started moving her up and down. Eventually he laid her back and kissed her chest while one of her hands gripped his hair and the other gripped his back. "Klaus." His name rolling off her lips in a breathy moan nearly pushed him over the edge and he pulled away from her breast and looked her in the eye. Seeing the lust and pleasure in them let him know she was just as close as he was.

"Let go, Sweetheart." His whispered words were all it took to send both of them spiraling off into an intense state of pure pleasure. As they came down from their high, both still breathing hard, she tucked her face into his neck and kissed it. After a minute he rolled onto his side, sat up, grabbed the sheet from the foot of the bed and pulled it up over them. When he looped his arm around her and pulled her into his chest she laid her head on his shoulder and pressed her palms to his chest, content to cuddle in silence. But after ten minutes of silence he began to worry. "If you do not say something soon I'm going to assume you regret what just happened."

She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "I don't regret it." she told him quietly with a shake of her head. "I'm just…still enjoying it." he gave her a curious look. "At any given moment of any day my mind is racing ninety to nothing and here recently my mind has been a very dark, self loathing place." He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, knowing what she was talking about all too well. "But in moments like this…my mind is quiet and calm. It may be weird, but I enjoy the calm of after just as much as the storm of during."

"You…are a very interesting woman." He told her as his eyes traveled her face. He called her interesting, but her mind suddenly went into over drive and replaced the word with a thousand different ones all muttered in her grandfather's hateful voice. She couldn't tell the voice that he was wrong this time. Damon, Tyler, Elijah now Klaus all within a years time? She was throwing herself around like a common whore. She frowned and dropped her eyes to his chest. To silence the voice and get her head elsewhere she started kissing his chest, pulling a sigh from him when she kissed his nipple then a chuckle from him when she playfully bit it. She decided then that she liked the sound of his deep relaxed laugh and pulled away to look into his eyes. He hooked his fingers under her chin and ran his thumb over the corner of her mouth then looked at her eyes.

She grabbed his hand and pressed their palms together taking in the size difference. Thinking about his slightly obsessive drawings she asked, "So, how long have you been fanaticizing about me?"

"Pretty much since you walked into that gym on senior prank night with a fire in your eyes and an I-don't-give-a-damn attitude." He answered. "Then seeing those pictures on your phone didn't help nor did the noises that floated down the hall to my room when you were with Elijah. I've got to admit, I'm a little jealous I didn't get those same wall shaking moans from you."

"I doubt you ever will." She answered remembering blood sharing with Elijah.

"I'm not sure if I should take offense or accept the challenge." He told her with a slight glare.

"That wasn't meant to be a blow to your very impressive sexual skills." She told him in an attempt to soothe his ego. "Our link tends to enhance certain things."

"Then maybe I should find a witch and have them link us." he told her as with a devious smile.

"Please for the love of god don't." she told him with an eye roll as she pushed his shoulder and threw her leg over him, sitting on his lower stomach. "Because of that link there have been times when I didn't know what was organic and what was magic and I told myself it was all real because I desperately wanted it to be. But I no longer want head over heels, whirlwind, short lived, magically enhanced love that consumes me."

"Then what do you want?" he asked looking her up and down.

"This." She fell forward bracing herself on her hands on each side of his head. "You. A real," she kissed his cheek, "raw," the side of his neck, "promise free," his collar bone, "lie free," the hollow of his neck, "expectation free," the center of his chest, "honest relationship." She bit his pec next to his nipple then pecked him on the lips and sat up. "Or friends with benefits, or whatever you want to call it." she answered then slipped her hands down his chest settling them on his sides as she looked at his face. "If that's okay with you of course."

"That is more than okay with me, Sweetheart." He told her as he hooked his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down to him, kissing her deeply and passionately. When the kiss broke he rolled over onto his side and propped his head up on his hand, looking at her. "You intrigue the hell out of me and you have from the moment you offered to take Jenna's place in the sacrifice. You were willing to die even though you had everything to live for…you weren't scared." He told her with a confused shake of his head "You have never been scared of me." He grabbed her thigh and pulled her leg up over his hips.

She slid her hand over his shoulder. "You've completely and utterly terrified me." she absentmindedly drew invisible swirls over his arm with her fingertips.

"I stabbed you in the back that night. How can you even stand to be in the same room with me?" he asked intrigued by her.

"I have an uncanny and very stupid, ability to over look the bad in people and only focus on the good." She answered with a shrug. "I've learned over the past year or so that it's a little too easy for me to turn a blind to the horrible things people do." She looked at her finger tips slipping lightly over his arm. "And if I've learned anything from tonight it's that I am drawn to you."

"And what good do you see in me that draws you in." He asked as he slipped his hand over her hip, to her fleshy rear.

She looked up at him with a frown. "I don't know what draws me too you…I don't think it's anything necessarily good or bad…" She paused, thinking about what she wanted to say. "But I know why I can't hate you." He gave her a look that asked her to keep talking. "When I look at you…I see an innocent version of you. He has been rejected, abused, hurt and thrown away far too many times and it's caused him to be wrapped in a thick cocoon of anger, distrust, paranoia and hatred." She told him and he blinked rapidly as if to hold back tears. "I see you…as mirror image of myself, but your side of the reflection has far more cracks, chips and complexities that I know I can not even begin to understand." She looked down at her hands on his chest for a moment then back into his blue eyes. "So if I hate you…it feels like I hate myself and who I could vary easily become." He just stared at her with wide eyes and when several long seconds passed she was sure she had gone too far…said too much and pissed him off. But he surprised her and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that quickly deepened and turned passionate.

A/N: Okay, so that happened. I didn't intend on them getting together, it just kind of happened when I was writing and I can't make myself write it any differently. So if you don't like Klaus or the possibility of a KlausxKatiexElijah love triangle…I'm sorry. It may not happen because even I don't know what I have planned for this story. Every time I sit down and actually plan out the future of this story it ends up being something completely different when I start typing. It doesn't help that I stumbled across a scene from Ben Hur with Joseph Morgan and Lucía Jiménez that inspired the sex scene here.

A bit of warning: I've gotten the next two chapters written and chapter after next is going to be stepping away from everything going on in mystic falls and focusing on Katie, Klaus and Elijah. Mentions of what going on with the hunter and the five and all of that are going to be made, but we won't be seeing it yet. I'm getting creative and possibly ripping off the writers of the house of night series a little bit, but hey, this is a fanfiction I'm allowed lol. Hope you will all keep hanging in there with me and enjoying my work. Than you and have good day.