A/N: I wasn't going to do a Klaus POV, but one of you suggested it, and I thought HECK YEAH. That's a fantastic idea, I want to know what's going on in his head too!

Also, note for those who've been here since the beginning: I adjusted Lacey's age and made her a year younger because she's in Jeremy's grade and I miscalculated. And I bumped them up to Sophomore year because I was not making her 14. Although this is fanfiction, who really cares about age differences.

ANYWAY. Enjoy this bonus!

Disclaimer: I only own Lacey.

Bonus: Klaus' POV from A Few Good Men/There Goes the Neighborhood

"We shouldn't be here much longer, Maddox," I tell the warlock sitting on my living room sofa. "I'm meeting with the witch in an hour. A few days after that, perhaps."

He nods, settling in for the afternoon while I go chase another dead end.

The elevator takes an exceedingly long time to get up to the 12th floor. I'm about to just turn around and go down the stairs when it dings, the doors opening for a girl to step back into me.

The boxes she's carrying go sailing to the floor, one of them filled entirely with stuffed animals that sprawl across the hallway.

I raise an eyebrow at that. The girl can't be younger than 15, but I'm not all that familiar with the youths of today. Perhaps that's the "thing" now. "Sorry about that, love," I offer.

She spins around faster than I thought possible for a human with a grin so wide it almost scares me… until she speaks.

"Ello mate, would you like a spot of tea?" She says with an appallingly fake accent.

The woman behind her, whom I assume to be her mother, hits the back of her head as she gives me a sheepish expression. "I apologize for her. She wasn't dropped on her head enough as a child, didn't get any sense knocked into her."

I chuckle at that. It's not the usual response a mother would give. But again, I'm not all that familiar with what a loving mother behaves like. Perhaps that's how they act these days.

"Hey! I resent that statement," the cartoon mouse pajama-clad girl clips out as she tries to pick up the stuffed animals, dropping two for each one she picks up.

"Mhm," the mother hums, already craning her neck to peer down the hall. "You're taking too long. I'll be in the apartment. It's 1223!"

Perhaps she isn't a loving mother after all, leaving her with a perfect stranger in a new building.

I watch, amused, as the girl attempts to toss all the stuffed animals into the box behind her one by one. They all land several feet away, but she doesn't notice as she doesn't even turn around to aim. I roll my eyes, doing her a favor and placing them in the box.

When she turns around, one is still in my hand, but she zeroes in on the box, counting them aloud. "22, 23, 24, 25… Where's Snuflehauser?"

I glance at the… anteater in my hands. Now, I may not be familiar with today's youth, but I know this can't be a popular choice. The thing is absolutely hideous.

I hold it up between two of my fingers, smirking. "You mean this?"

"Yup, that would be the one. Gimme," she says, leaping over to me to take it.

I hold it up so she can't reach it, my smile becoming genuine at the indignant look she gives me. She's clearly trying to be intimidating, but it has absolutely no effect. I wonder if anyone has ever told her before.

"I will murder you and everyone you love."

My eyebrows raise at that. She's completely solemn as she says it. Such a strange human. Usually, they're terrified of me without knowing the reason, but they still keep their distance, nonetheless.

I smirk down at her, deciding to scare her a bit. Maybe I'll even have a little snack. She does smell delicious, like strawberries, somehow. "That's my line, and I've killed for less. I'd be careful what you say."

Imagine my surprise when instead of cowering like everyone else, she steps up to meet me with a determined expression. "I'm not scared of you," she declares.

A foolish decision, really. If she knew who I was… The girl's practically begging to die, and I've wasted enough time on her already.

I let my fangs come out, preparing for the thrill of the chase when she runs away screaming. They always taste better with a little adrenaline. "You should be."

She scowls at me, annoyed, and my fangs slowly retract. There's something wrong with the girl.

"My sugar pie honey bunch has killed many people and I haven't blinked an eye," she states.

What does that even mean? "Why aren't you screaming?" I demand.

Her face goes blank and her voice deadpan. "Aaah. The scary vamp is terrifying me. I'm so scared, oh no. Somebody help."

My lips thin as I think about her earlier words. Sugar pie, honey bunch… wasn't that a song from the… 60s? About a love interest.

"Your other half," I realize. "He's a vampire, then?"

"Well yes, that is what it would seem, isn't it?"

I'm not quite sure what to make of this girl. She should know better than to threaten a vampire, given that she's with one, but she's fearless. Begrudgingly, I have to respect her.

I relax my shoulders, taking a step back. I'm not going to kill her… today. "I'm sorry, love, I didn't catch your name."

"I didn't throw it," she retorts.

A short laugh escapes me. Ah, if this naïve little girl only knew she's talking to one of the oldest vampires in existence.

"I'm Nik."

She rolls her eyes and focuses on my hand, which I just now realize is still holding the ugly anteater. "Okay, Nik. I'm still waiting for Snuflehauser."

I hand her the thing, wiping my hands on my shirt, happy to be rid of it. Looking down at the rest of the boxes and back to her scrawny form, I bend down to pick them up. "Allow me to help."

She contorts her face into some weird expression that, frankly, looks painful. "Well, to each their own," she shrugs and takes off down the hall.

I fall into step beside her. "You're not going to tell me your name?"

"Bella."

I frown. She's much too difficult to have answered so easily, and the name is all too familiar to me. I'm not so behind on the times to not have heard of the sparkling vampire craze. I do, after all, have to make sure the general public doesn't discover what I really am.

"I suppose your last name is Swan, too?"

"Mhmm," she hums absently as she opens the door, staring into the apartment. I can see the resemblance to her mother in her mannerisms more than her features.

I peer into the apartment, eyes narrowing on a box by the couch labeled, "Lacey's Things." So that's her name. Fitting, somehow.

I follow her gaze to the staircase in the window. She trails toward it as I remain stuck in the doorway without an invitation. Unless… I can use her preoccupation to my advantage.

"Can I come in and put the boxes down?" I try to sound nonchalant, but I worry about why I'm bothering to go through all this trouble. I should just leave her alone. Or kill her.

"Yeah," she nods. "Put them on the-"

A smirk crosses my face as she whirls around, racing to the doorway to block me. She puts both arms and legs out to cover the entire doorway as she glares at me.

She sighs after a minute, giving up. "Just don't hurt my mom," she says as I push my way into the room.

"Wasn't planning on it," I admit, though I still don't know why I'm not. Realizing she still hasn't told me her name herself, I tease her. "Lacey."

Dear God, what's happening to me? What is it about this girl that makes me opposed to ripping her head off?

She stares at me, aghast. "How?"

I point to the box that I read her name off of mindlessly, trying to grasp at something of importance to focus on. "Where is this boyfriend of yours?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"How can I trust you not to hurt my mom?" She retorts with narrowed eyes.

"I'm a trustworthy man." I may be a monster, but I keep my promises.

"Okay," she gives in easily, and I'm not sure whether to be flattered at her easy trust or worried about her. "Damon's in Mystic Falls. That's where I'm from. He's coming in a couple of days to compel my mom to let me go back."

I tense at the mention of Mystic Falls, suspicious. This is what I get for letting my guard down. It can't be a coincidence that she's from the place where all this mess started when I'm trying to find a way to get out of it. And why does the name Damon sound familiar?

"That's not a place I hear much of these days," I say, leaning against a counter. "I used to live there, once upon a time."

She doesn't react when I mention that, doesn't even seem to care. "Neat-o. Lots of interesting stuff going on there right now. Do not recommend."

Maybe she truly is oblivious. She seems sincere in warning me away from the town.

"I'll keep that in mind," I say, gently probing for a reaction again. "I'm trying to keep a low profile. Lots of enemies and such."

Lacey nods, considerably more upbeat than earlier. "I totally get that. My nemesis-slash-revenge list is super long. All well-deserved. Luckily, Damon's been slowly but surely taking them all out one by one."

My eyes blow wide open as I stare at her in disbelief, abandoning any thoughts of her having ulterior motives.

She is truly a terrifying creature all wrapped up in innocent packaging. In fact, she reminds me of myself if I were to be a weak, frail human girl. I'd imagine such a person is hard to come by.

Still, she could be useful to me in the future. She'd make a fun sidekick. If I were to turn her… I furrow my brows, studying her. "You're an odd little human, aren't you?"

"I simply care a lot about honesty and honor and fairness and trust," she lists out. "So don't break it or I will end you with no scruples."

I try to hold in my laugh, but the irony is truly too much. She doesn't remind me of myself after all. Instead, she's practically the poster child for Elijah's life motto.

"I'm sorry," I apologize at her glare. "It's just you sound exactly like my brother. Just less able to take seriously. What could you possibly know about honor or trust?"

"Look, Nickle Knickers. Just because I'm young doesn't mean I don't know things. I know lots of things."

"Go on," I prompt, deciding to ignore her little nickname since she's been such a delight.

I find myself truly liking Lacey. If Elijah and I were on better terms, I'd introduce the two. He would be smitten.

"Well… see the thing is," she struggles for words, making me smug in victory. "It's simple. There's that ham code or something that says, 'An eye for an eye.' If someone annoys me, they can expect to get annoyed ten times more back."

"Hammurabi's code," I proclaim, realizing that's what she means, though her style of revenge is more along the lines of my modus operandi. "I think you changed it a bit there, love. I like your version better, I have to say."

She furrows her brows. "Why exactly are you here?"

And there's the million-dollar question I can't figure out myself. Why am I here? Why do I care about this random girl? Klaus Mikaelson doesn't get thrown off balance by humans.

I decide to play it off with a simple answer. "You invited me in."

She rolls her eyes at me, exasperated. "I meant the… the city."

"I'm in the city for business," I explain, glancing at my watch when I remember I was going somewhere before she ran into me. I had forgotten. "Which I am actually late for now. Thank you. If you ever need anything, my apartment is next door."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," she cries.

I do know, but I wouldn't tell her why I'm actually here. Not yet. She doesn't seem to be the type to be able to hold her tongue, and I don't need any more unnecessary complications.

"Enjoy your business!" She shouts down the hallway as I stride away. "Take lots of pictures! Get me a souvenir!"

When I'm safely in the elevator and out of sight, I let myself grin at the thought of giving her a souvenir from what I'm about to do.

XX

There is little in this world that I can't attain with a little brute force or blackmail. Except, of course, breaking this bloody curse.

"There is another way, and you're going to find it," I snarl at the witch.

Centuries spent hunting down a way to end my misery only to be met with a definitive, "no, there's no way," everywhere I go.

Then again, I might have had more time to search for an answer if I didn't have to keep dodging Elijah and father. Some family. Always and forever. The universe does love to cheat me.

My mind wanders to Lacey, thinking again how Elijah would adore her. I could tell him the truth, that our siblings are with me and not at the bottom of the ocean somewhere. I shake off the thought. Where's the fun in that?

"The only way to break the curse is with the moonstone and the sacrifice of a werewolf, vampire, and the-"

"Yes, yes, the doppelganger. There's just one problem with that, isn't there?" I demand, smashing the wall next to the witch's head. "The only doppelganger even semi-alive is Katerina – a vampire!"

The witch flinches back in fear.

That's more like it. I began feeling rather feeble after Lacey's unaffected response to my threats.

"T-There's no other way. It's pointless to keep looking."

"Well, then," I smile cruelly at her. "It seems you, too, are pointless."

She screams as my hand reaches for her throat, snapping it before I drain her of blood, not wanting to waste a perfectly good meal.

I discard the body and make my way back to the apartment, where Maddox is pacing anxiously just inside the entrance.

"What now?" I spit out, already in a foul mood from the lack of results once again.

"Your brother, sir," he explains. "He's located you again. I'd estimate his arrival as tomorrow morning… early."

I sigh, sauntering to the window overlooking the city.

Philadelphia. The City of Brotherly Love. How ironic that Elijah is coming to slaughter me here.

"We have to go now, then."

Maddox nods, getting up to pack everything he needs as I head to the apartment next door, knocking and waiting for an answer.

When it doesn't come, I tilt my head to the side, listening, but don't hear any movement inside. Lacey and her mother must be out. I ignore the twinge of disappointment I feel, flashing back to my place to pack my belongings.

I've learned to travel light over the years. Everything of importance is kept in storage under lock and key.

I send Maddox ahead to get transportation as I double-check for anything missed. Everything must be spotless. There can't be any trace to track.

Satisfied with my inspection, I grab my suitcases and rush out the door, but I halt in my tracks when I see Lacey. Though I won't admit it, I feel relieved to see her once more before I leave.

She stares at my suitcases. "Ya going somewhere there, buddy?"

Her mom glances at me. "Oh, no. You were so happy earlier talking about your new friend. Is this him?"

I raise a brow, surprised that she doesn't remember me from the elevator incident earlier, though I suppose she was distracted in her excitement.

Lacey elbows her mother's side and rolls her eyes. "I'm sorry, Nik. She's starting to lose her mind. And at the old age of… uhm… 25."

I stare at Lacey, my other eyebrow joining the already raised one.

"Yep. She had me when she was… 9… and a half."

If I weren't in such a hurry, I might find this situation more amusing, but as it is I'd be more pleased to talk to her alone.

As if attuned to my thoughts, she convinces her mother to give us privacy before giving me a confused look.

I let out a slow breath. "One of those many enemies I told you about has found me. I've been informed he's on his way here, ETA tomorrow morning, so I'm leaving before then."

I expect some type of garden variety apology for my situation, but in what I've come to know as her typical terrifying fashion, she starts maniacally giggling.

A little human girl that laughs in the face of violence and death. An extraordinary find.

"You have fun with that," she remarks between laughs as she roots around in her purse, pulling out a paper and scribbling something down. "Here's my future address. Send me souvenirs from your super-secret hideouts."

I snatch the paper from her hand and tuck it in a suitcase, entertained by her detached attitude. "No concern for my life or general wellbeing, darling?"

"You seem like you've been around for a while, got a good head on your shoulders." She shrugs and punches my shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be fine. Plus, apparently you know whenever an enemy is coming and run away. I'd be more worried if you were a fighter."

I glower at the insult. If she knew who I was… "I'm not running away. This is more complicated than you would understand."

The only reason I've avoided daggering Elijah is because he draws no attention to himself, remaining invisible to Mikael and allowing me to do the same.

I don't dagger my family without reason. Contrary to their beliefs, I don't find it amusing to have to cart their bodies around the globe. It's a right nuisance.

Lacey shrugs, accepting. "Okay," she says as she gives me an honest smile. "Good luck."

I put down half the suitcases to pat her head. She'll make a wonderful companion.

"You're a refreshing little thing, love. We'll meet again."

A/N2: I'm not going to have Damon cheat with Elena, because I feel that's out of character for him. He's very loyal, protective, and possessive. That being said, this is going to be a real love triangle eventually! There will be some actual Elijah/OC, so something has to happen.