Chapter Two

'Well hello, love, aren't you a sight for soar eyes?' Klaus smiled, his eyes shining with both hunger and curiosity as he took in my clothing.

Shit.

I could understand his interest given that he was in fifteenth century clothes that were clearly stained with blood, while my skinny jeans, vest top and ankle boots were clearly not normal attire to wear in 1492. I was pretty sure I saw his eyes darken with lust when he saw how much cleavage this top showed—clearly it wasn't a common way of dress.

'Well maybe your soar eyes should look somewhere that would appreciate the attention.' I retorted before I thought it through, 'which is not here, encase that wasn't clear.'

He stared at me for a moment before he laughed loud enough that the sound echoed off the trees. I rolled my eyes and ran my hand through my hair, starting when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, all traces of amusement gone from his face—he looked angry and shocked.

'Where did you get this?' he demanded.

I glanced down at what he was looking at and saw my daylight ring. I snatched my hand out of his grasp and took a step back, trying to think of an explanation—obviously daylight rings weren't as "heard of" six hundred years ago.

'I won't ask again, love, so I suggest you tell me.' He threatened, taking another step towards me.

'Well, you see, the explanation is very simple…' I trailed off, trying to think of a suitable reason.

Klaus cocked his head to the side, a clear sign that he was waiting, impatiently. I was never good at thinking on my feet and after stuttering a few times I gave up… and ran for it. I could hear Klaus' sigh of annoyance as I disappeared from in front of him and a second had barely passed before I heard him coming after me. I was screwed. I'd been here for less than a minute and I was probably about to get sent back—I was pretty sure Klaus was going to kill me when he caught me. I didn't know how long I was running for but just as I was about to consider the possibility that Klaus had lost me I was forcibly pulled to a stop. I was pushed into a tree trunk and I groaned when I felt and heard the bones in my skull crack.

'I do not appreciate it when people waste my time, love.' He growled, his face a mere inch from mine and I felt my irritation spring up. I used it to push him away from me, ignoring the surprise on his face.

'Excuse me if I didn't want my heart ripped out before I could offer you an explanation.' I huffed, biting my lip in concern—telling him I was from the future would be the easiest explanation, it would explain the clothing anyway. But I couldn't exactly tell him I'd come back to kill him, could I?'

'You know, I've killed people for looking at me the wrong way,' he said casually, but his tone was anything but.

'Yeah I know.' I rolled my eyes.

'How would you know? I assume my reputation precedes me?' he smirked, smug.

'I know because, I'm from the future.' I said, my voice portraying confidence I didn't feel.

'The future.' He repeated, his expression blank.

Before I could blink he was right in front of me, his hand gently tilting up my chin so that he could meet my gaze.

'Where are you from?' he compelled.

'The future,' I said again, cursing myself for not consuming any vervain before I came—when Klaus had left Mystic Falls I had become a little lax with taking it. I made a mental note to find vervain ASAP before shoving him away.

'I had to make sure you were telling the truth.' He said, shrugging apologetically, though it was clear he was anything but.

'So, what are you here for, love?' He said, that curious glint back in his eyes.

'I'm here to help you, with the ritual.' I admitted, that was the only explanation I could think of, but I barely got out my words before his hand was clasped around my throat.

'Seriously?' I managed to get out, my voice seeping with irritation.

'What do you know about the ritual?' he compelled.

'I know it's used to break a curse placed on you by your mother. You need a werewolf, vampire and doppelgänger to sacrifice so you can release your werewolf side.' I told him robotically; terrified he was going to ask the wrong kind of question.

'Why did you come here?' he asked and I groaned at the unfairness of everything.

'To dagger you and hide your body where it couldn't be found.' I had no control over the words spilling out of my mouth.

'How were you planning to do that? The daggers don't work on me.' He snarled, black veins appearing underneath his eyes due to his anger.

I was surprised that he didn't compel me when he asked the last question. I was even more surprised that he dropped his hold on my throat, allowing air to flow into my lungs with out restriction. Seeing as the cat was officially out of the bag I sighed and lifted up my shirt, revealing the gold dagger I had stashed there.

'With this—it's specially made for you.' I told him, 'but seeing as you know what I was hoping to do with it, how about we make a trade?'

'And what could you possibly offer me that I couldn't just take myself, love?' he smirked, amused by me trying to negotiate.

'I'm from the future. I know the ritual you're about to attempt is going to fail.' I continued when I noticed his eyes darken, 'and without my help, it will be another six hundred years before you do break it. I'll give you the dagger if you let me help you complete the ritual.'

'And how does helping me complete the ritual help you?' he clearly didn't believe my intentions.

'Because the whole point of me daggering you and putting you somewhere you wouldn't be found was to stop you from coming to my town in half a millennia and screwing up my life by killing people I care about. If I help you now, there will be no need for you to enter my life and you won't have to live with your curse for another six hundred years.' I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

'How do I know that you're not lying to me, love?' He said.

'You'll have to trust me.' I said, throwing him the dagger and cocking my brow in challenge.

He grinned and if I wasn't mistaken I saw a flicker of admiration in his eyes, 'very well. You'll help me complete the ritual and then you can leave.'

'Great.' I nodded, but I was still tense. I had told him to trust me, but how was I supposed to trust that he wouldn't kill me now that he had my only weapon against him?

'Follow me, you'll be staying with me and my brother.' He informed me, he gestured to my left and I gave I'm my best do-you-think-I-was-born-yesterday look, which he apparently didn't appreciate as he grabbed my arm rather harshly and started to drag me behind him.

'How long until you do the ritual?' I asked him after forcibly yanking my arm out of his grip.

'Two weeks. The doppelgänger will arrive three days before the full moon.' He informed me, 'is there anything I need to be aware of?'

'Not yet.' I shook my head, knowing the real trouble would start when Katherine got here.

'What is your name?' Klaus asked.

'Evangeline Gilbert.' I told him, figuring him knowing wouldn't hurt.

'And who is it that I hurt so badly that you were willing to come back in time to save them?' he was curious, but I didn't understand why.

'My family.' I answered, purposely being vague.

'I was expecting a boyfriend.' He retorted.

I rolled my eyes, fighting the amused smile that tried to form on my mouth—the truth was since my life had become mainly supernatural drama, I hadn't exactly been dating like most people my age. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd had sex and that was just sad.

I cleared my throat, shaking my head free of my thoughts, 'well you expected wrong.'

'Clearly.' He said dryly.

We stepped out of the woods, without the trees to block it, a beautiful house was revealed. I was in awe of the structure I saw before me; I had seen buildings like it in history books of course, but seeing it in person was incredible. It was hard to describe, but it was definitely a perfect example of medieval architecture. I noticed Klaus observing my reaction but I ignored him and moved to follow him inside, only to hit an invisible barrier.

'Ugh… Klaus?' I said, trying not to let annoyance seep into my tone—I didn't know if he had done this on purpose after all.

'Yes, love?' he said. I noticed the amusement in his eyes when he turned around, 'it appears you're stuck.'

'Give the man an award.' I muttered sarcastically, 'would you please to tell the compelled human who owns this house to invite me in?'

'Well since you said please,' he smirked, 'Lily!'

An elderly woman joined Klaus in the hall, her eyes were unfocused, the clear indication that she wasn't in control of her own body.

'Yes, Lord Klaus?' she asked robotically.

'Please invite my friend in,' he ordered.

'Come in.' she said and I offered her a kind smile she couldn't have registered as I stepped over the threshold.

'That will be all.' Klaus said, not sparing the elderly woman a glance; his eyes were on me and the clothes I was wearing.

'What?' I asked, my hands on my hips.

'You can't wear that.' His chin gestured to my outfit.

'Really? I think twenty first century fashion blends in pretty well.' I said sarcastically.

'Do all women from your time speak to men so brashly?' he asked, his brows rising in amusement, 'I quite like it. Compliance isn't fun. I like fire in a woman.'

'Are you trying to seduce me?' I said bluntly, annoyed when his confident mask didn't falter.

'You're an attractive woman.' He shrugged as if that was answer enough.

'I'm not talking about this. Where exactly will I be staying?' I tried not to snap at him, seeing as he was actually being co-operative.

'You'll be staying in my quarters.' He said, offering me a devilish smirk before turning to lead the way, cutting off my retort.

I followed him, making sure to pay attention to my surroundings so I could find my way there and back without a problem. I noticed all of the artwork on the walls, they seemed to be hand painted and I wondered if Klaus had painted them, or maybe even Elijah. But even as I thought it I dismissed it—Elijah seemed more like a guy who enjoyed reading in silence, Klaus I could easily picture as an artist.

'Here you are Eva,' Klaus' voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw him gesturing to a closed door, when I joined him there he pushed it open.

Before I could enter he stopped me with a hand on my arm, gesturing to the room across the hall when I looked into his eyes, 'I'm across the hall.'

The way he said it was not friendly; he was warning me not to try anything, not to run, because he would be able to hear me if he did. The tone of his voice indicated that the punishment wouldn't be kind if he caught me doing anything he didn't like.

I nodded and walked into the room, closing the door behind me—I could have groaned when I saw that there wasn't a lock. Deciding I wasn't going to have any privacy while I was here, I turned to look at where I would be living for at least two weeks. Honestly, it was beautiful, in a gothic kind of way but I assumed it was the most luxurious way of living for people in this time. While I appreciated the architecture in books, I wouldn't want to have my own home styled this way—every piece of wood present was dark, the canopy hanging over the bed matched the walls, sheets and drapes—it was a bloody red. I felt like I was in Christian Grey's red room of pain, except without the "toys." I walked over to the closet near to the bed and tentatively opened it, only to find it empty but I just shrugged—I didn't like the idea of wearing something Klaus got for me anyway.

But I couldn't go out looking like this without drawing attention and I needed to feed. I could go into town—however far away it was—and get some culturally appropriate clothes and potentially find someone to feed on, if I could find the nerve. I had never fed from the vein before and I didn't know if I wanted to test my control where there was no one near who I trusted to stop me if I went too far. But I would have to; I couldn't afford to become weak around Klaus, or Elijah for that matter. He may be noble, but during this time, his loyalty lay with his brother.

Having made my decision I turned and headed out of the room, silently making my way downstairs. It was time to see more of the fifteenth century.

So her plans have already changed thanks to a simple mistake. What are you thinking? What are you excited to see? Do you think Klaus is going to be okay with her going out and gallivanting on her own? You'll have to wait and see ;)

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