No one's POV

"How do you not know? Who raised you?" Alaric/Klaus asked forcefully. His mind was swirling with the possibilities, perhaps just a tinge of fear but most importantly evil ideas.

"No one, I really don't know. I figured it all out myself, unfortunately there is not a handbook for this kind of life" Antonia wiggled in his hold, her feeling and mobility slowly coming back.

"Well looks like you're mine now"

"What?" Both girls exclaimed in unison. Antonia's heart fell, she was never going to experience life to its fullest she could only imagine what type of horrid life she would lead while in Klaus' clutches. Katherine on the other hand was seething, "You're taking my offer?"

"You never came to me with an offer, I'm simply taking her. There is no deal to be made, besides you seem to have been a terrible negotiator, you don't even know what she is" His grip tightened on Antonia's hip making her wince. Realizing his grip was perhaps too tight on the girl he relaxed his hand on her hip.

"Katherine, don't let him take me, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to come here when you weren't in trouble!" Antonia said as she tried to reach out to her. Katherine reeled back as if Antonia was trying to hurt her.

"I think you should finish cleaning up" Katherine spat at Antonia, suddenly Antonia lurched forward up and out of Alaric/Klaus' hold and went straight over to the paper towels and spray wiping away at the floor. Alaric/Klaus was slightly taken back as his hold on her had been strong, he reasoned that Katherine must have compelled her which is how she was suddenly able to get up and clean. Knowing she could be compelled he smirked thinking of all the ways that he could use Antonia to his advantage. Alaric/Klaus stood up from the couch, while he had never trusted Katherine for some reason his gut was telling him not to leave Antonia alone with her. Flashing in front of Katherine who had perched herself on the island he got in her personal space, his hands found the counter on either side of her dangling legs.

"You will not compel her, she is mine now do you understand?" He compelled. Antonia glanced up to them, still cleaning her eyes caught a glimmer of something shiny in Katherine's hand. Antonia had a bad feeling about this yet continued to clean. Swiping away the last of the spilled blood Antonia stood to throw away the bloodied towels. Alaric/Klaus stepped back from Katherine as his phone went off. Reaching in his back pocket of his jeans he checked his phone heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" An exasperated Katherine shouted after him, "Don't worry darling I'll be back" and with a wink he was gone.

The loft fell into deafening silence as the door slammed shut after him. Hopping off the counter Katherine made her way to the bedroom, hoping for some silence and solace.

Antonia watched as Katherine walked, feeling the younger girl's eyes on her Katherine couldn't take it. Her lack of self-control snapped, "Did you really think all those years me keeping you fed and housed was because I thought we were friends? I was using you, I needed information, there was a reason you haven't seen me in over a month, I got tired of your constant blabbering! You were nothing but someone to eventually use as leverage." Antonia went to protest, that what Katherine was saying couldn't be true. Katherine put her hand up stopping Antonia from speaking, "There was a reason I hadn't returned any of your messages, because I'm done with you. You got yourself into this situation. I'll always look out for myself, who's going to look out for you little girl?" and with that she slammed the bedroom door shut leaving Antonia to take in the fact that the one person she thought was there for her, someone she thought she could call family in reality had been playing her. Antonia fell silently against the cabinets, holding back tears that threatened to down pour.

It felt like Antonia had been there forever, when in reality it had only been five minutes. Deciding if she was to stuck in this place and now that Katherine had sort of given her up to Klaus who didn't look at all what she had imagined him to nor sound like it she would make the best of it.

For the first time since she came into the loft she really looked around, it lacked cleanliness and a woman's touch. What is a home if you don't have freshly baked muffins or scones out to offer those unexpected guests? Realizing that would most likely be the job Alaric/Klaus would give her she set off making up the space and perhaps some blueberry muffins as well!

And few hours later and Antonia had swept, dusted and shined nearly every surface in the main loft area, she didn't dare try to clean the room that Katherine was in she valued her life too much. She hadn't heard so much as sound from the room. Upon realizing she had nothing else to clean Antonia decided to make herself some tea and indulge in one of her blueberry muffins. While she waited for the tea pot to boil she hopped right up on the counter, and started to contemplate her current predicament.

Katherine's harsh words hit home and she could still hear them ringing in her head. Pulling her phone out she deleted all the selfies that 'Rin and her had taken over the years. When she had deleted nearly all of them her thumb froze over one of Katherine and her at her birthday last year. The girls were hugging in front of a cake lit up with candles, Antonia felt a tear roll down her cheek, she couldn't wrap her head around how someone who helped her celebrate her birthdays, taught her how to ride a motorcycle and how to even read could have really not been her friend at all.

When Antonia had sung on the streets when she was homeless she didn't write down her songs, she kept them all in her mind. Clapping and drumming on trashcans were the only things that accompanied her lyrics. It wasn't until one day a man from a club/bar had heard her sing that he offered her a one-night gig, apparently his singer had canceled on him last minute and was prepared to feed her in exchange for her service. Antonia had jumped at the opportunity, she hadn't eaten in days.

Katherine had been in the audience that night and had followed her into the dressing room after her songs intending on draining her of blood. Katherine had drained Antonia and had started on a musician also in the dressing room when Antonia awoke with a gasp, it was then that Katherine knew something was up with this girl. The rest was a whirl wind as Katherine took Antonia in and made her presentable as she took her from witch to witch to see if she could find or use her in any useful way in order to eventually trade her to Klaus or even Elijah in exchange for her own life and freedom. Katherine was Antonia as her ticket to not having to run anymore.

Witch after witch, research after research Katherine had never found out what Antonia was and settled to use her as a slave and personal blood bank until she did. Antonia hadn't cared what Katherine did to her, the girl found solace in her. Chores and tattered hand me downs had been more than Antonia ever had and she welcomed the beatings in exchange for the sexual assaults she endured on the streets.

The scream of the kettle broke Antonia from her trip down memory lane just as Alaric/Klaus came back waltzing through the door.