"Hello love" Antonia was so flustered at his sudden return all she managed to come out of her mouth was, "Muffin?" she said holding out a muffin to him. Making his way to her he noticed how she stilled and simply to get a reaction he leaned down locking eyes with her as he took a bit of the muffin still in her hand.

"delicious" he murmured as wiped crumbs from his lips. "I uh um glad you like them sir" Antonia stuttered out. "Klaus not sir" he said smirking pleased from her flustered state.

"Katherine, do come here love" He said raising his voice. The door creaked open behind him as he stood still facing Antonia who still had her arm extended with a now partially eaten muffin in her hand. Not knowing what to do Antonia opted to just stay there, maybe Klaus liked to eat from people's hands rather than a plate she wondered, British people are crazy man.

"What?" Katherine snapped as she leaned in the bedroom door frame. "You will need to play nice, I am having my shipment come up in the next hour and I do not want any difficulties, do you understand?"

"Yeah sure whatever Klaus"

"I mean it no difficulties" he growled out, turning back to Antonia he said "Don't worry love, I won't make you feed me with your hands, I'd love a plate" Antonia let out a sigh of relief as she brought her arm in still holding the muffin. She turned and went to go get a plate, setting the muffin on it she set it down in front of Alaric/Klaus who had plopped himself down at the bar/island on a stool.

"Do you want it warmed up?" Alaric/Klaus shook his head as he bit into the muffin. He did have to admit that she was an amazing baker. Alaric/Klaus figured that they were from scratch because after living in Alaric's body for a decent amount of time he knew the man sure as hell didn't have Bisquick or anything like that sort.

Katherine was still perched in the doorway, "Why haven't you taken her yet? It's all she's good for at this point." Alaric/Klaus nearly choked on his muffin at her words. Klaus may be many things, most of them evil, but he was no rapist. Klaus couldn't figure out if he was angered by her assumption he would force the girl or that a girl such as Antonia who seemed so meek would be considered nothing more than a sexual release.

Katherine hummed at his reaction, she had thought long and hard while in the bedroom of just how to make her situation better. She had settled on trying to make Klaus kill the girl since she was no longer any use to Katherine, falling back onto the old "if I can't have her nobody can" mentality.

Antonia felt her cheeks burning, Katherine knew her history and now to throw it in her face made her feel as big a speck of dust. Just as Alaric/Klaus was about to retort to there was a knock at the door. "Ah my witch".

The little color left in Antonia's face completely drained as the words left his lips. She hated witches, all they ever did was poke and prod her, trying to shake the memories as Antonia knew the witches weren't here for her. At least not this time. Katherine laughed as she noticed, strolling behind Antonia she drew a hand over the girl's lower back as she passed to grab a muffin. "Don't worry I bet he'll be real gentle the first time" Katherine whispered as she passed back on her way to the bedroom again. Antonia shuddered as she watched Alaric/Klaus open the door to reveal a man and woman with a very large crate with multiple stamps of fragile on it.

Antonia watched as they brought the crate in, surrounded it with candles and started chanting. It all happened so fast Antonia was lost, neither the woman or man paid any attention to her and for that she was thankful.

It grew dark and cold quickly as the witches chanted and it was as if the candles burned with more intensity. Antonia was so cold she went and put her jacket back on as she looked on in curiosity.

While the witches' chants became louder Alaric/Klaus closed his eyes only to open them with a confused expression. "Elena?" he asked looking at Katherine and with that he tumbled onto the floor unconscious. The softer thud was followed by the front of the crate to come slamming down with the help of the male witch revealing Klaus in his true form as he sauntered out.

He spared a glance down to Alaric's crumpled form on the floor with a smirk before meeting Antonia's gaze "Now that's more like it".

Antonia had heard legends of Klaus from Katherine and from her occasional vampire who was on the up and up but she had never talked to someone who had actually seen Klaus. She knew Katherine had but the girl had never bothered to share how dangerously attractive he was. Antonia mentally slapped herself for thinking of his berry red lips and all their glory, she was not supposed to be thinking such thoughts about her captor. She really must have been day dreaming because she hadn't noticed the witches had left.

Antonia took a few steps back retreating as much as she could behind the island as she played with the zipper on her leather jacket. Thankfully Klaus was making a phone call and didn't notice Antonia's retreating.

"No, I want it taken care of now, yes… it's right outside. Do hurry would you, you know how I don't like to be kept waiting and it appears to be starting to drizzle" Klaus said as he paced eventually coming to a stop as he leaned against one of the large loft's window watching the world outside.

And drizzle it was, Antonia's head snapped up realizing she had left her bike out uncovered with her backpack only hanging on the handle bars. Not knowing if she could or even dared to ask Klaus if she could go out and perhaps find a garage for her beloved bike. Still torn up from Katherine's words Antonia pushed them aside for her bike's sake, and shot her a pleading glance, as if asking what she should do.

"Are you deaf? I told you, you're on your own now little girl" Katherine spewed at Antonia flipping her signature curls over her shoulder before crossing her arms. Klaus was still on the phone so Antonia went to the neighboring window to Klaus and peered down onto the street where her bike parked. It was gone! A gasp left Antonia as her hand came up to cover her mouth. Had someone stolen her motorcycle?

"Don't fret love I've had your baby stowed away, you won't be needing it anytime soon." The British voice said, Antonia could feel his presence behind her. The one thing Antonia had always hated about vampires was that they could sneak up on her without her knowing with.