Another two weeks went by and I still hadn't heard or seen anything from Klaus and I was beginning to think that maybe...just maybe he had forgotten about me. Until there was a knock at my door and a delivery guy holding flowers for me.

"Violet Peyton?" he asked.

"Yes..." I was confused. Who would be sending me flowers?

"These are for you! Enjoy!" he smiled and handed me the flowers, then quickly walked away.

I was perplexed and walked through the hallway holding the boquet and I searched for a card on the way to the kitchen. Who would send me flowers? Certainly none of the guys I knew. None of them were really the flower-giving type.

I found the card and my blood ran cold.

"Violet,

Don't think I forgot about you, love.
I'm just waiting for the right moment.

Yours truly,
Klaus"

The flowers fell from my hands and I stood still, panicked and not sure what to do. A little part of me did hope that he somehow forgot. It had been weeks since I saw him and he hadn't made one move. Deep down I knew he wouldn't forget but I still had hoped. But it was to no avail.

I phoned Jeremy right away to tell him what happened. He couldn't get to my house right away, he was at the college, but he said he'd send someone to come over and pick me up and then take me to the boarding house.

While I waited I made sure I locked every door and window and I closed all of the curtains. I had hoped that between that and Bonnie's spell that it would keep me safe. I paced and paced, thinking of what to do. Why this kept happening. I was so tired of all of this crap. I really wished I never moved here, or that when my parents died I had moved back home. But then again this very well may have followed me there and I wouldn't have the people I have in my life now, who have saved my life more times than I probably even know about.

I was jarred from my thoughts by my doorbell ringing. I jumped and hesitated walking towards the door for a moment. Would Klaus ring my doorbell?

It rang again and then a knock came afterwards, followed by a familiar voice.

"Violet? Are you in there?" it was Damon. Jeremy sent Damon. Of all the people to send...he was going to get a piece of my mind later!

I opened the door and I knew the look on my face could tell exactly how I was feeling.

"Not who you were expecting?" he joked.

"Jeremy sent you?" I asked.

"Well no, he actually asked Stefan. But he was of course busy with Elena so he asked me." he responded, stepping into the doorway and sneaking past me.

"So what did the note say?" he asked.

"He's waiting for the 'right moment'." I told him.

"That's it?" he cocked and eyebrow.

"That's it. So you can leave now. I'll just wait for Jeremy to get back." I was being short with him on purpose. I was still pissed off at him for what happened a few weeks ago.

"Yeah that's gonna happen." he mumbled as he began walking towards the kitchen. He picked up the flowers that had fallen on the floor and threw them in the trash as he immediately went for the vodka sitting on the counter.

"Seriously Damon. I don't want you here. At least not with me, alone." my arms crossed and I stood still.

"Afraid you won't be able to keep your hands off of me again?" he smirked.

"No. I'm afraid you'll attack me again." I figured it was best to be honest.

"Attack you? What are you—wait...you think I was really going to hurt you?" he set his drink down and moved forward.

"I don't know what the hell you were thinking at that time, Damon!" I took a few steps back.

"I wouldn't...why would you think that?" the look on his face was the most serious I think I had ever seen him.

"Damon! You were there! You know exactly what you did!" my voice began to raise.

"I only did that to get you to think! No offense, but you don't exactly have strength on your side when it comes to dealing with someone like Klaus! You're a smart girl, I knew you'd figure out another way of dealing with that situation...i just didn't think it would involve you kicking me in the nuts."

"Yeah right!" I exclaimed.

"If I really wanted to hurt you, that spell that Bonnie put on your house would have put me on my ass!" it was his turn to raise his voice.

He had me there. I hadn't thought about that at the time.

"Besides..." his face relaxed and he sauntered over towards me, backing me into the wall "There are much better things I'd rather do to you while you're lying on your back." he practically growled as he placed his hands on either side of me.

"Get off me." I shoved him backwards and got away from him.

He chuckled and threw his hands up in the air.

"Okay okay...mercy, okay? I won't try anything."

"This is serious, Damon. He sent me those flowers, he's going to find me. God, I'm so sick of this! I'm so sick of always worrying about someone coming after me! About my friends getting hurt because of me! Some days I honestly wish I would have just died the night my parents died. None of this would be happening!" I couldn't help the words from coming out of my mouth. I had needed to say them outloud to someone for a while now. I really was just tired of everything that had been going on.

Damon's face changed and this time he looked concerned.

"Hey...look. It's going to be okay. Things will get better. We'll off Klaus and then you can get back to your normal life. Err...well, as normal as your life can get."

"My life will never be 'normal', Damon! Someone else will just come for me after this. It's never going to stop." I could feel the beginnings of a migraine coming on again. The stress of everything was weighing me down.

"Well then we will just fight the next person, and the next person after that. It's not like we're going to give up on yo—Violet..." he cut himself off.

"What?"

"Your nose..." he stood still and just stared at me.

"Shit." I sighed and ran to grab a tissue and lie down on the couch.

For a moment Damon still stood in his spot. It was obvious he was battling himself, he could smell the blood and I knew that he wanted another taste but it was taking everything in him not to try anything.

"Has that been happening more frequently?" he finally asked, moving only about an inch closer.

"I guess?"

"Maybe you should get that checked out."

"I have already talked to my doctors about it. They say it's all just probably stress. Can you please go in the kitchen and get me one of my migraine pills? I need to catch this before it gets bad." I felt bad asking him but I didn't want to move just yet.

He walked to the kitchen and came back with the medicine without protest and handed it to me along with a glass of water. The nosebleed still hadn't stopped, which was unusual but I disregarded it and swallowed the pill and went back to lying down with my head tilted back.

"Maybe you should get a second opinion," he sat down on the floor next to where my head was on the couch.

"You suddenly care now?" I asked.

"I just think headaches and nosebleeds aren't something to mess around with."

I was about to reply with some sort of smart remark when the doorbell rang. Damon stood up and walked over and looked out the peep hole.

"Son of a bitch..." he muttered.

"What's wrong? Is it Jeremy? Is he finally here?" I sat up, the nosebleed finally subsiding and the headache not getting worse but still lingering a bit.

"No it's not. Stay there."

"Oh come on!" a voice from the other side of the door yelled "I know you're in there. Besides the fact that your car is in the driveway...i could smell you on my way up the door, love."

"Damon...is that..." I began to shake.

"Yeah it's Klaus. Guess he thinks this is the perfect time."