I find myself turning to Rik. He has always been understanding and is like another brother to me, without actually being blood related, so his advice will be impartial and not tainted by my actual brothers delusional ideations.

It takes me a while to work up the courage to actually knock on his door, knowing that this could go very bad. As in, he could be disgusted with me and hate me, or even tell my brothers what I tell him.

Just as I steel myself to face my fear and raise my hand to knock on his door, the door opens and Rik comes walking out.

"Oh, hi, Soph." He gives me a puzzled expression. "Is, uh, is everything ok?"

"Yeah, I just thought I would drop by. See how you are doing, as I haven't seen you since I went away." I say, chickening out.

He pauses, looking me in the eye as if to judge if I am telling the truth, before accepting it.

"Well, I'm about to run an errand if you would like to join me?" He offers, locking the front door. I consider declining, but it is a good way to determine his mood and see if he is open to talk.

"Yeah, that'll be nice."

We both get in to his car. I buckle up before he has to tell me to.

"Wait..." I say, stopping his movement. "We're not going to like, a library or something, are we?" I ask, "as that would be lame!" He laughs out loud.

"No, hun. I just need to go to the hardware store." He tells me, still chuckling.

"You going to spit it out?" He asks me, breaking the silence.

"Huh? I don't know what you mean?" I reply, feigning innocence.

"Come on, Soph. I know you. What do you want?" Rik questions me. He is right, though. He does know me.

I quickly have a mental debate on whether or not this is the right thing to do. Can I really handle him thinking I am screwed in the head? Well, I'm about to find out.

"I-I was just looking to talk to someone, and seems as though you know everything, you seemed like a good choice." I kiss his ego before I start.

"Okay... now I'm a bit worried," he jokes.

"I need you to do one thing first." I look to him, waiting for his response.

"What would that be?" He asks, taking his eyes of the road for a second to look towards me.

"I need you to promise that what I tell you, will never leave this car. As in, it stays between you and I?"

I can see him battling something internally, probably due to his loyalty to Damon, my brother but his best friend.

"I don't know, Soph... if it is something bad that you're about to tell me, or dangerous, I don't know whether or not I can keep that from your brothers." He admits. At least he is honest and doesn't just lie to get me to say it.

"Well, it's nothing my brothers need to know, exactly, as nothing is going to come of it. I just need to spill my guts on a matter to someone I trust and there is not many people that I do." I am open and honest with him.

"To be honest, the only people I really trust are you, Damon, Stefan and Elijah. And I can't talk to either of the others about it, so that leaves just you."

Pulling the car over to the side of the road, Rik turns to face me. I don't know what he sees, maybe my desperation to offload my thoughts, but he agrees.

"Sure thing, kid. Fire away." He says, giving me a calming smile.

"Okay. Well, here goes nothing."

"Do you remember when I turned off my humanity?" He nods his head in response, but says nothing. I continue. "Well, when I was trapped in the Michaelson's house, something kinda happened."

Rik has schooled his face, showing no judgement to what I am saying. My point of vision moves until it is locked on the dashboard, because no longer am I able to look him in the eye.

"After spending some time with Klaus, I began to see him in a different way. There was a few moments that didn't make sense at the time, but now they do. Anyway, I ended up, kinda, kissing him. Like, kissing him, kissing him."

I brace myself before looking back at his face, expecting embarrassment or disgust to be projecting from him. It takes me off guard when I see pity.

"Sophia, sweetheart. It's not your fault. That sicko probably compelled you to do it." He seems sure in his words. I heave a heavy sigh.

"That's just it, Rik. He didn't. It was my choice. I wanted to." I carry on talking before he has a change to reply. "There was a couple of moments whilst I was there, that was weird and freaked me out. Like when he said that he remembered that I was always so caring. Or the time he told me to play the piano, even though I couldn't recollect a time when I had ever played before, but I played in perfect sync next to him."

As I pour out my thoughts, thankfully, Rik just sits there and listens. Not even attempting to butt in.

"It was after that that I kissed him. I don't know what came over me, but it felt right at the time. But then I actually thought about what I was doing and stopped before it went any further."

"The problem is, I couldn't get him out of my head. Ever! No matter what I was doing, or who I was with, I would end up thinking about him." I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I tell him all my secrets.

"Even when he did what he did to Stefan, I still couldn't bring myself to hate him. My heart hurt when I thought about him. But that's what doesn't make sense? How could I not hate him for what he was doing and what he is still doing?"

I remain silent now, wanting some reassurance that I'm not crazy from Rik. Wanting him to tell me what I can do. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly through his nose before he answers me.

"Sophia, it sounds like you have feelings for Klaus?" I see him shudder slightly as I hesitantly nod an affirmative. I know that is the case, but I was hoping he would have a different explanation.

"That's not all..." I confess. "I guess I sort of knew that, but I wrecked my mind trying to understand why, or how I could. I knew it wasn't right, but I felt something familiar whenever I was alone with him. Comfortable even. I never once felt scared like I should have."

I pause for a second and remember the spankings he gave me. They scared me. But I was not in fear for my life.

"And then before happened." I turn back to face him, noticing how he sits up straighter and grips the steering wheel a bit tighter.

"I went to see him. He removed a compulsion he had done to me, but it wasn't recent... it was almost a hundred years ago. That's when I started getting all of these memories back. Memories he had taken away. Memories of Stefan and I in the 1920's, but he and Rebecca was in them."

"We was so happy and I obviously had feelings for him. Was in love with him then. Stefan was in one of his ripper phases, so I spent a lot of time with them. Klaus looked after me, was there for me. I ended up falling in love with him, but never acted on it as I knew my brothers would not approve. Yet Klaus wasn't bothered. He was just happy to be with me, never pushing for anything more. I remembered it all and when I came back to the present, with all the feelings I had flowing through me, I kissed him again!"

Rik doesn't say a word. I sit there expectantly, waiting for him to tell me I am a bad person. A disgrace. Yet he doesn't. Instead, he leans over and pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in for a cuddle. I cry with raw emotion.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Let it out." He whispers whilst stoking my hair. I know he means it as a comforting gesture, but it doesn't help. I think I want him to push me away. Tell me a should be ashamed and to get out of his sight.

"Soph, I'm not going to lie and say I like it, or even understand, but don't blame yourself. You can't help who you love." He placates me. "Even if it is Klaus

freaking Michaelson." I can practically feel the disdain rolling off his tongue and he says his name. "I'm not going to pretend and say I approve, but that's because I love you and don't want you to get hurt."

I wait to reply until I have regained my composure.

"It doesn't matter anyway, as it's not like I will pursue my feelings. Stefan and Damon would hate me and they're not worth losing for the sake of love." I admit, wiping the last of my tears from my eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Rik says, kissing the top of my head.

"What?" I reply, his words taking me completely by surprise.

"Nothing is ever easy for you, is it sweetheart? I'm sorry it is always like that. You don't deserve it!" Fresh tears spring to my eyes as I repeat what he has just said in my head.

He's right. Nothing is ever easy for me.

"But the thing is, it's not about just me. It's about my brothers too. I have to do what they want." I tell him.

"But that's not right, Soph. And that's not me saying that you should be with Klaus, because that's the last thing I want if I'm being completely honest. But you can't live your life around your brothers!" He replies.

"Do they live their life for you? Do they deny love for you?" He questions.

"No. Obviously not. Haven't you seen them both with Elena? They fight each other for her love."

His words hit home. They have never put me before whom they deem to love, even pushing me aside to fulfil their desires, but that doesn't mean I can do that to them.

"Rik? What does a headache feel like? Because I think I have one." This is a subtle way of me telling him that I have finished talking for now. I am worn out with it all. He answers with a soft chuckle, before turning his attention back to the road and driving again.

Rik finishes his errand, then we begin to head home.

"Rik, would you mind dropping me off near the Michaelsons? I need to speak with Elijah."

"Of course I can, sweetheart." He takes the detour from his original route, taking me all the way up their drive and stopping outside their front door.

"Thanks, Rik! For everything!" I say as I exit the vehicle.

"Anytime, Sophia." He nods then drives away.

I steel myself for the confrontation I am about to have with Elijah. Something in my gut tells me he knew about Klaus and my past. I just hope it is not true. That would be a major betrayal, as I have spoken to him about my feelings and that would've been the time to confess.

I knock on the overly large door, probably harder than I needed to. It swings open seconds later.

"Hello, Darlin'" I am greeted my Kol's creepy grin.

"Ew!" I say, waking passed him, not waiting to be invited in. "ELIJAH!" I shout, wanting to get his attention.

Elijah is next to me before I even finished calling his name.

"Sophia?" He asks in a questioning tone.

"We need to talk. Now!" I tell him, walking back out the front door, knowing he will follow.

"Sassy! I like her!" I hear Kol say but pay it no mind.

I keep walking, actually it's more like stomping, until we are a good distance away from the house.

"Did you know?" I demand, turning to face him.

"Did I know what?" He asks. The way he makes the 'h' sound when he says what irritates me this time, even though it hasn't before.

"About Klaus suppressing my memories?" The fleeting look that crosses his face tells me he did.

"Let me explain," he attempts to say, stretching his arm out in front of me as if to rest it on my shoulder.

"No! No way! I trusted you. Told you things. You must think me foolish! Both of you!" I back away from him, not wanting him to touch me.

I am so irate, I want to hurt him. I want to hurt both of them. I want to punch them in their stupid faces. I am hurt by his omission of the truth when I confided in him. How could he do this to me?

I vamp back to their house, glad to see that the door is still open. Again, I go in without waiting for an invite. I see red the moment Klaus comes in to my view. He is lounging on one of the sofas occupying the room, looking like he hasn't a care in the world.

Without thinking about what I am doing, I reach for a large, ornamental vase that is sitting on the side table and throw it at him. He blocks it from his path with his arm, knocking it to the side and I hear a satisfying smash as it hits the floor.

"SOPHIA!" He roars, " That was one of a kind!" I can see his chest heaving with rage.

"Oh yeah? What about this one?" I ask as I head for another one.

Strong arms wrap around my chest, squeezing me tightly, preventing me from moving any closer to my weapon of choice. I am about to shout at Elijah when I notice he's standing at the entrance to the room, next to Kol. Klaus is still in front of me, so who the hell has got a hold of me?

I look up at the tall man whose arms I am in and see it is Finn, the eldest of the brothers. Only, he looks different than when I seen him yesterday. He has cut his hair and his attire is modern. He looks good.

"Let go of me, you big freak!" I screetch out, trying to pull away.

"Calm down, young one." His voice carries an almost British accent, and is very soft. Hearing him call me 'young one' intensifies my ire.

"NO. GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" I yell.

Remembering the training a have recently been having with Rik and Elena, I reach up behind me and wrap my arms around his neck, yanking forward whilst I push up with my butt. He flips over my body, landing on his back on the floor with little effort.

I turn my attention back to Klaus and see him laughing. I am taken aback at how adorable he looks with his gleaming eyes and his cute dimples. I shake away my thoughts and move towards him. This time feeling a hand get a grip of my left upper arm. With my right hand balled in to a fist, I swing at Finns face.

My punch is stopped by Elijah's large hand, inches from his face. Shit... it was not Finn who had grabbed me.

"Wow! What a lass. Brothers, I think I'm in love!" Kol snickers.

"Be quiet, Kol!" Elijah snaps, forcing my fist back down. "Come with me, now!" He says, pulling me along beside him.

Elijah keeps dragging me, going up the stairs and down a long corridor, only stopping once we have entered what I assume is his bedroom.

"Sit!" He instructs, pointing to a chaise lounge that is resting up against the wall between two windows.

Even though he has hurt me regarding Klaus, I still respect what he has done for me, so I comply with his order and take a seat. But I am still mad at him. I watch as he pulls over a desk chair and sits in front of me.

"Sophia..." he inhaled deeply. "Please understand, I could not tell you what I knew, as I swore an oath to my brother."

Thinking about what he said, I shouldn't really blame him. When Stefan first started dating Elena, he swore me to secrecy that I wouldn't say anything to her about Katherine. And I never. I guess this is the same situation, right? Part of me still wants to argue with him though, as I still feel mad, even if it's not with him.

"Is that it? Can I go now?" I ask, petulantly, taking my annoyance out on him.

"No, you may not." He replies. "The way you have conducted yourself is not acceptable. I can not let this slide."

"What? No! Please, Elijah?" I don't want his to smack me. Especially not here with these new people around.

I watch as Elijah stands up, sliding off his dress jacket and folds it neatly before placing it on his bed.

"Come here, Sophia." He says, sitting back down on the desk chair. I begin to panic. I don't want to be spanked where his brothers, who I barely even know, are within earshot.

"Elijah. Please. I don't want you to." I plead.

He looks at me for a moment before saying:

"Do you think I am being unfair? Or that a punishment for your actions is unjust?" Ugh! Why did he ask me that?

"I suppose not." I can't lie to him. Not just so I can get out of a spanking. It just wouldn't feel right.

"Let us get this over with, shall we?" He asks, patting his leg, silently telling me to get over his lap. I suck it up and place myself over his hard thighs. My hands reach the floor, but my legs aren't long enough, so they dangle down his other side.

"Why are you about to receive this spanking, Sophia?" Elijah asks, adding to my torment.

"Because I was disrespectful, smashed a vase, put Finn on his ass," I went to carry on but was stopped by a hard smack to my rear. "OW! What was that for?"

"Your vulgarness." He says simply. "Continue."

"And almost punching you in the face."

Wow! Listing all of my misdeeds sounds bad. I'm really in for it now, aren't I?

"I'm sorry, Elijah." I try to soften the blow - literally.

"It is apparent to me that you always are when you are in this position." Did Elijah just make a joke? Because I didn't find it funny!

"Let us begin, shall we?" He makes it sound like a question, but we all know it's not.

I brace myself as I feel him get a grip of my hip, putting pressure on it. I feel the first blow, landing right in the centre. I know for a fact that he can hit much, much harder, so I take it that he is giving me a warm up. Thank the lord! A spanking is much easier to take when the skin is prepared for it.

After twenty swats, Elijah begins the real spanking. The difference between the warmup swats and the first actual swat is night and day. I suck air through my teeth as the burn ascends across my ass.

Then next smack lands, then another, then another. Elijah makes sure to cover my whole butt, multiple times, with his punishing hand. I keep my teeth clamped together, not wanting to kick up a fuss knowing the others will hear me.

As I feel his hand hitting flesh that has already been overly spanked, it gets that bit harder to remain stoic.

"The behaviour you have displayed today, will not be tolerated." Elijah begins to lecture. "Do. You. Under. Stand." He says, punctuating each word with a very hard smack on my upper thighs.

The intense sting I feel on my hamstrings has me hissing out loud. Elijah sure knows how to get what he wants - submission and tears.

"Ahhhh, Elijah..." I can't stop myself from saying, before quickly covering my mouth with my hand.

Elijah must realise my intent as he suddenly tips me further forward before attacking my most sensitive area. Smack after smack reins down, not leaving me a minute to get over the previous one.

I keep my hand pressed against my mouth, stifling my cries. I can't control the tears that are flooding from my eyes, and due to gravity, traveling up my face instead of down, soaking my hairline.

It's not until I feel Elijah slip his hand underneath me and snap open my jeans, then swiftly pull them down to the backs of my knees that I break.

"NOOOO Elijah. Please?" I beg, throwing my hand back to try to preserve my modesty.

Elijah just grabs my shielding hand and pins it to the small of my back. His hard hand doesn't skip a beat as he repeatedly hits its mark.

"AAHHH! S-Stoooop! N-no more... ELIJAH!!" The fire of hell, spreading over my butt and thighs takes over my inhibitions and releases me from my temporary muteness.

Elijah slows his hand so he can give me an order.

"Once we are through here, Sophia, you are to go down and apologise to Finn and Niklaus for your actions. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-y-yes s-sir!" I manage to force out before I deflate over his lap.

Elijah assaults my behind with the hardest swats yet, only stopping once he had hit every. Single. Inch. Of my butt, thighs and sit spots. I am a blubbering, incomprehensible mess by the time he has finished.

I remain over this lap so I can pull myself together. As soon as I feel able, I stand up and bend down to pull up my jeans. I am embarrassed as I see they are tangled around my legs and boots, having been almost kicked off during my spanking.

It was like a puzzle, twisting and turning them so I can free them from the mess I had created. It was made harder as I remained upright, refusing to sit on my burning ass to free them quicker.

I eventually complete my mission, pulling them up carefully so the rough fabric doesn't scrape against my tender backside. Even still, I can't help the small whine that escapes my lips at the contact.

I eagerly accept the comfort Elijah offers me as soon as my clothes are righted. He pulls me on to his parted lap, making sure my butt dangles in the middle, sans pressure. I would stay here, wrapped in his embrace forever as I know the minute it is over, I have to go down and face the others. The mortification it too much to bare.

"Are you ready?" Elijah asks, when he can tell my breathing is back to normal. I want to say no. Refuse to get off his lap, but I will have to do it eventually.

"I guess so." I say, standing up and gently rubbing my ass. "Would it be ok if I rinse my face?" I'm sure it's all red and tear stained. A telltale sign of a humbled human.

"Of course, sweetheart. Meet me downstairs as soon as you are ready." He replies, leaving the room.

I have a fleeting thought of jumping out the window, running from my misery, but decide against it because I don't want to upset Elijah again. Besides, I don't think my bum could take another swat.

I give myself a pep talk as I walk towards the stairs.

It's fine. You can do this. Just go down. Say it. Then it's done and dusted. It's not like Klaus hasn't seen you in this state before. And the others? Screw them. You don't know them. Just go. Now.

I listen to my inner voice and make my feet move. Walking down the stairs, I feel like a 'lady of the manor' type person as I have no speed in my step.

Walking in to the main room Elijah pulled me from earlier, I see that everyone is still in here. Back to doing what they was before, like I haven't just had my ass handed to me while they heard every slap.

"There she is." Kol speaks first, getting everyone's attention. "Looking a little stiff there, Darlin'. Everything ok?" He asks, his tone full of innuendo. I scowl at him as I walk over to Finn.

Clearing my throat, I wait for him to look at me.

"Finn, I would like to apologise for my behaviour before. I should not have threw you on to the ground the way I did." It kills me inside doing this, but I know when to obey. And now it definitely a time to obey.

"Oh 'Lijah. You have broke her!" Kol says. Elijah gives his a questioning look, not having a clue what he means. "I like the other, feisty version better!" He says, grinning. His smile is infectious as I too smile.

"Behave yourself Kol. Do not act like you are above a licking, as we all know you are not." Elijah warns him. Now he looks how I feel - embarrassed to high heaven.

It's Klaus' turn now. The one I don't want to face.

"Klaus, again, I apologise for my outburst." I don't even look at him, choosing to look at the area above his head. "I will get my brothers to pay for the vase."

I walk away, not waiting for a response.

"Don't worry about it, Sophia. All is forgiven." Klaus says to my retreating back. All is forgiven? Is he joking? He is definitely not forgiven! The vile, stupid, sexy, adorable... where am I going with this?

I retreat, before I say anything I will regret. Walking outside to get some fresh air, I feel a presence with me. I expect Elijah, but get Kol.

"You alright, Darlin'?" He asks, slinging his arm over my shoulder.

"Yep," I reply, shrugging it off.

"You know, I think you and I should go out sometime." He offers. Boy is he forward.

"Confident much?" I reply. He laughs out loud.

Kol and I have been walking around the property for a little while. He is actually a funny guy. I think we will get on well together. He seems a lot like me. He likes to push buttons and boundaries.

We end up stopping next to a pond. There is an old bench with dandelions growing around it's base. It's really pretty. We walk over to it and sit down, but I jump back up, squealing as the burn reignites on my battered skin. Embarrassment isn't even the word to cover how I feel right now.

"Don't worry, Darlin'. I am very acquainted with ol' Elijah's hand." Kol tries lessen my misery. He then bites in to his hand and offers me his blood.

"Have at it. It will heal you in no time." I take up his offer, glad to be rid of the remnants of Elijah's punishment.

"Just do me a favour, sweet cheeks. Don't be letting my brother know I healed you. I doubt he will be pleased and I wouldn't put it passed him to light you up again. Okay?" I nod my agreement. That's the last thing I want.

I sit back down and feel no discomfort, then Kol sits next to me. We stay there for a good amount of time, as I listen to Kol tell me snippets of there past. It is fascinating to me to learn everything they have done and been through in their lives.

"I think it's time we head back," I say, standing up.

"But the day is still young." He replies, giving me a pouty face. I give him a light slap on his arm and tell him to come on.

"I know my company is the best," I laugh, "but it's time to go."

We're almost back to the Michaelson Manor, when Kol grabs my hand and stops me in my place.

"How about we go out now? Why stop when we're having so much fun?" He asks.

"Well, Kol. I too have big brothers and I can't have them coming to look for me and finding me in the company of the youngest, mischievous Michaelson brother, can I?" I banter with him.

I run away from him in human speed, laughing and enjoying his company.

"Oh, you did not just say that to me!" He says whilst chasing after me.

I look to the downstairs window of the manor and see Klaus glaring at us.

I instantly feel bad at how this must have looked to him. I watch as he rushes away from the window, not knowing where he went. I turn back to Kol, feeling guilty when I see the look he is giving me. I didn't mean to lead him on, I was just enjoying myself.

"Kol, listen. You know that we can't be a thing, right?" I ask him, feeling worse when I see his face drop a little.

"Why is that, Darlin'?" He asks, curiously. I'm not sure what to tell him. That I have something going with your brother? Because I don't. I never could. Or that my brothers won't allow it? Definitely not.

I settle on telling him a half truth.

"Because my heart belongs to another."

"Well, Darlin', I do love a challenge!" He winks at me, not being dissuaded at all. I can tell he is going to be a handful.

As we walk in to the manor, I only make it in a few steps when I am unwillingly vamped to another room and set down on a sofa. I get my bearings just in time to see Klaus looming over me.

"What the bloody hell was that?" He demands to know.

"What was what?" I ask, indignantly.

"All of that frolicking with my brother just now." He says as he paces the floor in front of me. He looks jealous? No, he can't be.

"What the hell has it got to do with you?" I ask, not understanding his reaction as we are not a thing.

"It has got everything to do with me. Do not let me see it again, or..." he almost threatens, but I cut him off, jumping to my feet.

"Or what?" I demand to know.

The sexual tension between the two of us is tangible. with his lack of response, I make to walk away when I am pulled back into his arms. Before I can deny him, he is kissing me with urgency. I return the kiss, pulling him closer to me before breaking it off.

"Gah! You need to stop kissing me!" Are my parting words as I once again run away from him.

I say goodbye to everyone and run all the way home, trying to shake off the feeling that is taking over my body. The want, no wait need I have for Klaus is driving me insane!

The intent is not there, but when I am in his presence, I only need to look at him and I go crazy inside. Butterflies. Sweaty palms. Wet core. It's just too much!