Hi everyone! Here goes the next installment of our Klaus/Eris-Willow-Harry (she has so many names, it's great) adventure. Here's their first actual date, him dropping in on her at the Grille could count, but this was actually scheduled. We're getting into some truths today!

So, just in case I've been confusing you guys with the multiple names I use, Imma break it down for you. Eris Black is Willow Potter's new legal name. If you talk to the Goblins, they'll have all her names that she's ever had in her file, but she's starting a new leaf and this is her new name in this new town.

As for Klaus, he thinks of himself as Klaus, so when the narrator is speaking about him, it will say 'Klaus.' But Eris calls him 'Nik' and other people may call him 'Niklaus.' It's not me being crazy and forgetting which name I called him, but different people saying different things.

And about the point of view. I'm trying to make it third-person (almost not quite omniscient), so sometimes it has what people are thinking in it, even though it's not technically their point of view. I just didn't want anyone to get confused because it's kind of a different writing style that I'm trying. I usually stick with first person and then just switch the POV if I want something from another perspective to be known. Anyways...


"Well, love. Tell me more about yourself. I'm finding that I crave to know more about the mystery that is Eris Black." And he wasn't lying. The people he had put on the case find more about Eris Black, while they did find her records (forged by Goblins though he didn't need to know that), couldn't find any really personal information on her. It was very odd, like she didn't exist outside of her records. For the first time since Katerina ran from her place in the ritual, Klaus didn't get exactly what he wanted. Which this time was information about her.

"Now, now Nik. I don't want to divulge all my secrets right away. I've been told that it's the mystery that keeps things interesting." She smiled a sly smile. They had a lovely dinner filled with small talk and watching Teddy's antics, who was already highly enamored with Klaus. They had now retired to the sitting room with drinks, speaking quietly with each other while Teddy was nestled on the couch next to them, within a barrier of pillows, fast asleep. Klaus chuckled quietly.

"I've a feeling I wouldn't be able to get through all your secrets in just one sitting, love."

"You'd be right, sir. What did you want to know?"

"Tell me about your childhood?" He suggested. She hesitated a moment, not in fear of being rejected (she lived the way she lived, and survived it, there was no need for her to be ashamed), but to find a way to word it.

"I grew up in a place just outside of London, Surrey it's called. It was very...lonely." She settled on.

"That's right, you said you had no siblings. Any friends then?"

"Honestly, the only friends I had for the longest were the snakes in the garden and the books in the library. I wasn't antisocial per say, I just didn't have any chances to make friends. It wasn't until I went away to boarding school that I made some actual human friends my age." She smiled in fond remembrance of the friends she'd made and lost. "What of you Nik?" She changed the spotlight from herself to him. "How was growing up for you?"

"It had it's moments. I grew up here. It's a small town. My siblings and I grew up exploring the forests and getting berated by our parents when we didn't get back home in time. Some of us were berated more than others." He added as an afterthought. "Talking about parents, you speak fondly of your father. How is it that you let him send you off to boarding school?"

"Well, the man I call my father now, is actually my godfather. Whom I didn't meet until after I was twelve and had already been at the school for a good two years. I was orphaned, you see. And the house I lived in was...not a home. To put it lightly."

"They...abused you?" He asked tightly, as if he was afraid of what the answer might be. She tilted her head, taking in his reactions.

"They did." She finally answered. "I didn't trust people for a long time because of them."

"And your biological parents. What happened to them?"

"They didn't give me up, if that's what you were wondering." She said. "They were actually murdered. In front of me." She could have sworn she heard him growl. "It's a long story that we won't get into tonight. Perhaps another time. But the people that housed me until I was eleven were my relatives. My mother's sister, and her husband. They were...well, whatever kind of people that they are, I'm glad I never have to see them again. I left as soon as I was able."

"Good. That's good." He said. "My father...he was also a cruel man. Crueler to me more so than to my siblings. I never understood why until I found out that I was not his son at all. Just an indiscretion of my mother's that never went away...But tell me more about this school. How did you get in if your relatives were clearly not looking out for you well being?"

"It was a ridiculous place, truly. The only reason I kept going back was because I had made a few friends and there was nothing else to do during the school year. It was a very private, hush-hush sort of school were only very select people got invited. My parents went, and so I was invited as a legacy. I had been down on the list since birth."

"Secret society legacy stuff, huh? I can believe it." That would explain her missing information. "So back to your father now. Your godfather. He treats you well?"

"The best. I'm so glad I got him out of jail."

"Jail?" He sputtered. "Now that sounds like a good story."

"Of course it is. It's about my life." She joked. "Long story short, Sirius was in jail for something he didn't do. And I was the only one who had the means and the desire to get the ball rolling on getting him a fair trial. But like I said, it took until I was twelve to even learn about my family lines, so he had been wasting away for eleven years at that point. But ever since he got out, we've been like two peas in a pod."

"That's an amazing story. I hope to hear the unabridged version once you trust me more." Klaus said.

"Hey now. I'm not the only one withholding things." Eris replied.

"Of course not, love. But as you said, mystery makes things more interesting."

"I did say that, true. But the more we speak, the more I feel like my interest in you will only increase with the truth. So let me ask you: what are you?"


Eris leaned forward from her seat on the couch, eyes alight with mischievousness and intrigue. Klaus smirked a bit, actually entertaining the idea of telling her. He leaned toward her as well.

"What is your son?" He rebutted, flashing his hybrid visage at her. Her eyes widened in shock, but so did her smile, and she leaned even closer, lifting her hands up to touch the dark veins that slithered under his golden and black eyes.

"Now that is something you don't see everyday." She said under her breath, still stroking his face in wonder. He closed his eyes in pleasure at her touch, at the fact that she hadn't grabbed her child and run out the door screaming. "So, a werewolf and...what else?" She asked.

"Vampire." He answered. She laughed in joy at his answer.

"That's just..." She searched for the word.

"Unnatural?" He suggested. She rolled her eyes.

"Honey, anyone who's been saying that to you is just jealous. I was going to say amazing."

"Truly?"

"Truly. How does that work though? Two warring species in one body? Isn't it difficult?"

"My control, while I don't necessarily demonstrate it much, is unparalleled. In addition to the fact that I've had years to come to terms with the fact I'm both. I always had the werewolf gene, I just didn't trigger the curse until after I was changed into a vampire."

"Wow." Was all she could say.

"Now, love. Not that I'm not pleased that you're taking this so well, but, why is that?"

"Come now Nik. You can't think that your the only supernatural in the room. You already sniffed out my son."

"Well yes, but you don't smell of wolf, or vampire, and if you were a witch I would have felt it, and if you were a witch with any common sense you would have went the opposite direction when first we met, not sit and flirt with me." He lifted an eyebrow. She decided on what to reveal. "Spill." He demanded, playfully.

"First," she qualified, lifting a finger, "what do you know of the supernatural going-ons of Great Britain in the last forty or so years?" She asked, trying to get a handle on what he knew and what she should tell him.

"Supernaturally?" He repeated, eyebrows furrowed. "As far as I know, nothing of note." She smiled a bit maniacally.

"Well, Mr. Mikaelson, prepare to have your mind blown." Fuck the statute.


"At the risk of sounding like the old pureblood males that I so detest...there are witches," she put her hand out as if measuring the height of something, "and then there are witches," she lifted her hand, increasing the measurement by a lot. "And if you haven't figured it out yet, I am of the latter category."

"Purebloods?" Klaus asked.

"Please save all questions until the end." He lifted a finger to his lips in a parody of silence, looking at Eris, amused. "As I said before, there's this secret society, it's all hush hush. How old are you again?"

"Over a thousand, love."

"Wow. We hid it better than I thought, if you never knew about it in all that time."

"I did have other things on my mind..."

"Anyway. We are a magical society that has lived separately from non-magical people for millenia. In the last forty or so years, there had been an uprising of sorts in my community. There was a man, who much like Hitler, thought he was better than magic users who's parents were normal, who couldn't use magic. And he gained a following of purebloods, or people who had generation after generation of magic in their families, and decided to wipe those mudbloods, as they called them, out. Of course, there were people that opposed him, my parents being a part of the resistance. They were killed a few months after my first birthday, by that man himself, when he came to kill me."

"Why was he trying to kill a baby, sweetheart?"

"He heard a prophecy that said I would be his downfall..."

"Prophecies are rubbish."

"Right?! Anyway, he tried to kill me, and failed. And I was sent to the Dursley's, my aunt's family, to suffer for years while the community I came from thrived and celebrated the defeat of Voldemort. That was his name."

"Stupid name."

"I agree. Everyone thought he was dead for years. But then, he was resurrected. And because the general populace would rather put their head in the sand than recognize the truth, when I told then, they called me crazy, a liar." She shrugged.

"Oh, love" Klaus comforted her.

"I didn't care. I still don't. I hated the magic community. For making my godfather suffer, for making me suffer. For wanting a teenage girl to solve problems of their own making because they were too weak minded to fix it themselves. I despise them. But I helped anyway. To keep my family safe. Voldemort came back, and he started a war again."

"Is that why you're here now? You needed to run away to keep little Teddy safe? Where is this Voldemort now? I'd happily kill him for you, love. Just give me the word."

"As if," Eris said, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, "he's dead already. The little bitch ran away the first time we fought one on one because he was scared he would lose. Rightfully so. He ran away for nearly six years too. But the next time I caught him," her eyes lit up in remembrance, "I permanently separated his head from the rest of his body." A sinister smile crossed her face.

"Is that so?" Klaus asked, highly interested in her story, or in her. Was that lust in his eyes?

"Yep. He won't be bothering anyone ever again. My war axes took care of that."

"War axes you say?" Klaus said, steadily getting closer. "I would love to see them."

"I'd love to show them off." She said, leaning closer to him.

"I'm sure you'd be a vision to see, on the battlefield. Wielding them to the demise of your enemies." He said, twirling a lock of her ponytailed hair around his finger.

"You seem like you get a lot of action on the enemy front." She whispered, they were so close together now that each of her words caressed his lips. "Just bring me along to your next fight."

His hand moved from her hair to the back of her neck and he smashed their lips together. The other hand went to wrap around her tiny waist as both of hers rose to settle in his hair. Although this type of intimacy was wholly unfamiliar to her, she followed her instinct and their tongues danced in a battle for dominance. She eventually let him win, if only to see what he would do next. When it seemed as if he was done with mapping the topography her mouth, he left it to taste the skin of her neck, causing a soft moan to leave her mouth. Klaus moved back a moment after the sound escaped to look at her blushing cheeks and wide emerald eyes.

She saw that his eyes were that wild golden color again, and with a growl, he went back to attacking her neck. She was lost in the feeling this man was evoking in her, her hands moved from his hair and down his neck, to rub over the muscles of his arms and then to this chest and waist. His one hand smoothed down from where it rested at her neck, to meet the other at her waist. Where both went even further down passed her hips and down to her thighs, where the played with the hem of her dress.

By this time, he'd moved his nips and kisses from her throat to her collarbones, seemingly fascinated with them, and she was so fascinated with how his lips felt on her skin that she didn't notice when he pulled her skirt up enough so that he could lift her to straddle his lap. They were both in a daze and back to devouring each other's mouths, when a small sound caused them to freeze. A sigh. From a baby. Her baby. That was on the couch next to them. Sleeping. As they made out like a couple of horny teenagers.

"To be continued." Eris said after they concluded the last kiss, standing up off him and straightening her dress.


Eris had her jacket on and a still sleeping Teddy tucked to her chest and she bid Klaus goodbye for the night.

"I hope you know you're not getting away from me so easily, little vixen. Especially after all that." He said, eyes raking up and down her body, imagining what he could've done to her had the situation been a bit different.

"I should hope not Mr. Mikaelson. You still owe me the unabridged story of your life. One thousand years is nothing to sneeze at."

"When can I see you again?" He asked, stepping closer to her at the door.

"I'll send for you." She said, giving him a quick peck on the lips and turning toward the doorway, disappearing as she did so, leaving Klaus in awe. It took him a bit to get his bearings. He finally did and then took out his phone.

"You can stop looking into Eris Black, but now there is something else I need." There was a pause. "The address of the Dursley family in the suburb of Surrey, England." A contemplating look entered Klaus' eye as he ended his call and looked out at the dark night his paramour disappeared into. "Things are finally looking up." He murmured to himself, stepping inside his home.


Things moved quickly for the couple after that night of truths. Eris sent for Klaus the very next day, with an owl of all things (he was bemused). They spent that meeting hearing Klaus' true history ("I hate your parents, they're awful") and quizzing each other on their kind of supernatural ("Broom? How..." "Odd?" "Amazing.") . After that, it seemed like they spent every day together, whether it was a picnic at either of their properties, or a trip out to another town to explore. Klaus was sure that this woman was his mate, the one he'd been waiting his whole existence for. And how'd he know? Why, she was perfect for him.

"Nik..."

"Yes, love?"

"Why are my relatives in your torture chamber?"

"Um. You weren't supposed to go down there."

"..."

"Are you angry with me?"

"Of course not. Make sure you gag them, then tell them how worthless they are before you finally dispose of them."

"Of course, love."

She was quite young and innocent though, so he'd give her some more time before he said anything about it.

"Love, I was wondering..."

"Yes?"

"Teddy. He's your son. He smells like you. But you also smell...untouched. Pure. How is that?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask about that. Teddy was my godson. Both his parents died at the very end of the war. I adopted him with blood-magic. So he's mine now."

"So...no one's ever had you then?"

"Nope. Guess I was just waiting for the right original hybrid to come along..."

Klaus promised he would take her and Teddy off to travel the world once this whole situation with the Salvatore's and his family's coffins were settled. That was another reason why they didn't go out in town together. Although he knew she could handle herself, Klaus didn't want the Scooby Gang to associate them together and then try and bother her. Though he did imagine it would be quite the sight to see his little vixen physically obliterate his enemies as thoroughly as she had verbally done it the first time.

On the other hand, Eris wasn't interested in meeting up with any of the town locals because one, she wasn't interested in having a polite conversation with her boyfriend's enemies and two, she really wasn't interested in that Caroline girl sucking up to her. Eris was sure that by now Caroline figured out who she was, the teenager was too much of a bloody busy body not to have. Unfortunately, both situations happened on the same day.

Eris had taken Teddy out on the town today. She wanted him to be happy and not stuck inside all his life. She didn't care if the townspeople thought she was a hermit, but she didn't want them talking about her baby boy. So here they were, at the local park, where she was pushing him gently in the swing. Everything had been going fine, but the peace was ruined by the bubbly blonde. One who tried to apologized for her faux paus the last time they met, and when she was met with resistance in the form of a pissed off Eris, used Damon's awful advice and tried to compel her. Unfortunately, for her, complusion, as well as two of the three Unforgivables, do not work on the Mistress of Death. Caroline didn't need to know this though.

"You know, it's funny." Eris started, picking up Teddy and their items, "Nik gave me this beautiful bracelet and asked that I never take it off in case one of the many town vampires that hold a grudge against him tried to compel me." She showed off a sparkling bracelet and saw Caroline's eyes widen. She believed there was vervain in there. "I took the jewelry, of course, it's gorgeous, but I didn't think any one of you would be as stupid to actually compel me, knowing who I know and interact with on a daily basis. And I at least thought that if one of you were to compel me, it would be one of the older ones, and to see if they could get any information from me about Klaus' plans. Not something as petty as forgetting our first unsavory interaction. But wow, congratulations. Now we're up to two. How will you outdo yourself next time, I wonder?" Eris walked away, leaving the girl gobsmacked. Eris - 2, Caroline - 0.

After her showdown with Caroline, she felt she was due for something fried and delicious as recompense, so she headed to the Grille. She ordered some mozzarella sticks for herself and persuaded that lovely server, Matt, to manually mash some peas for Teddy (she was trying to start him on things other than her milk). As she waited, she texted Nik to tell him about her day so far, when she was approached by the elder Salvatore. Seems Caroline had the same idea and texted her own savior.

"And just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse." She said at a normal volume, knowing the vampire would hear her whether she whispered or not, and wanting him to know that she wanted him to hear her. Damon sat down at her table, uninvited. She rolled her eyes as regally as she could.

"So I hear you and blondie got into it at the park."

"Do I know you?"

"Damon Salvatore, at your service. I'm sure you've heard of me."

"Unfortunately. And back to the point of your friend, Caroline, was it? I was just minding my own business, playing with my son. If your friend is so easily upset, maybe she shouldn't approach where she's not wanted. That could solve everyone's issues." She said, looking around for that thrice damned server boy.

"Yeah, maybe so. But do you know what would really solve everyone's issues? If you kept that monster of yours on a leash." He said, going straight for the kill. She whistled lowly, unimpressed.

"Ah. Not really liking your choice of words there, friend." Eris said calmly. She wasn't going to let a silly vampire rile her up just because he called her boyfriend a monster. "You really should be nicer to people you've only just met. You never know what they're capable of." She warned.

"Yeah right." He rolled his eyes. "If you had any power, you wouldn't need a vervain bracelet to avoid being compelled. You're just gonna go whining to your hybrid boyfriend about the mean vampire that cornered you today."

"So you say." She replied, nonchalantly.

"Matter of fact, why don't you deliver a message for me, sweetcheeks."

"I'm sorry," she interrupted, getting fed up, "I think you have me confused with a postal service worker, or a carrier pigeon. If you couldn't tell, I am neither. If you have something to say to Nik, you need to tell him yourself. And if you think this 'big bad vampire routine' will work for you, threatening me with your presence with my child right here, please think again. You are not even on the radar of the scariest things I've seen in my life, let alone the last year. So please, do us both a favor, and leave me be. You will not enjoy the consequences of ignoring that PSA." The server came right on time with her and her son's snack. Damon was still there, staring at her, slack-jawed. "Oh. You're still here? That was a dismissal if you weren't aware. Good bye." She shooed him away as she spooned the sauce into her son's mouth. He narrowed his eyes at her but did vacate the premises. "And that's how mummy talks to those beneath her." She cooed to Teddy, who smiled as she fed him another bite of the sweet treat.


E: Guess who I just had the displeasure of meeting?

N: I can hazard a guess...

N: Damon Salvatore.

N: Otherwise known as pain in my ass.

E: Oh my, you're good at this game. How'd you know?

N: I was visited by my brother today.

E: I'm assuming it wasn't a dream visit.

N: Unfortunately not, love. It was in the flesh. The elder Salvatore knows where the coffins are and undaggered my elder brother. I was lectured all day.

E: My poor hybrid. Do you need me to kiss it better?

N: Yes please.

E: Have you done anything in retaliation yet?

N: Not yet. Why? Hoping to join in?

E: Always.

E: He came and interrupted Teddy and I as we were trying to eat at the Grille. Then he treated me as a common thrall and tried to get me to send you a message.

E: As if. He's not afraid of me because he thinks I'm just a human. I can't wait to change his perception. It'll rock their little world.

N: I love it when you get in revenge mode. I wish I could've seen the conversation between you two.

N: But I'm not happy he thought it was okay to approach you. I'm afraid my threats just don't hold the same weight that they use to, darling. I'll have to show them what happens when my warnings go ignored.

E: I think you're plenty threatening. They're just stupid.

N: Thanks, love. Their stupidity won't save them though.

E: As it shouldn't.


Klaus laughed at his almost-lover's last text. His mood soured when he thought of his awakened brother and the caskets that were still out of his reach.

"What are you laughing at, Niklaus? I don't see how you can be so nonchalant about the situation we find ourselves in." Elijah said, strolling in the art studio Klaus was working in. Elijah noticed an abundance of paintings of a single subject, a lovely young woman with striking green eyes and a sassy smile. She was unfamiliar to him. Klaus sighed.

"If you must know, brother, there are other things on my mind other than the coffins." Klaus said, rolling his eyes. "Revenge, who to eat next, then the coffins." He listed, focusing on his painting.

"Either way, the Salvatore Brothers wanted to have a sit down with us, to negotiate terms for the release of our siblings. Which brings me to the question of who is in that fourth coffin."

"If you must know, it holds the body of our dearly departed mother. And before one of those bloody brothers beats me to the punch again, it was I who killed her, not Mikael." Klaus confessed.

"I know." Elijah said, softly, surprising Klaus. "I've always known."

"Oh?"

"I was there when it happened."

"And you didn't try and stop me?"

"I felt it was... karmic retribution for her binding you as she did." Elijah confessed.

"Hmmmm. A thousand years later and I'm still learning new things about you, brother."

"I have layers." Elijah quipped.

"And when was this meeting between us supposed to take place then?" Klaus asked.

"Tonight."

"...Well I did have plans...but I guess I could combine them..."

"Do what you need to do, Niklaus. The meeting will go as planned." Klaus rolled his eyes at his brother's demeanor and pulled out his phone, intent on texting back his emerald eyed vixen.

Later that night, the doorbell rang and Elijah was the one to answer it. He was surprised at the person at the door, as he had been expecting the Salvatore Brothers, not the young lady he recognized as the subject of his brother's most recent works of art.

"Hello." She extended her hand. Her crisp, lilting accent was heavy in his ears. "I'm Eris. You must be the Elijah I've heard so much about." He took her hand and kissed the back of it, as his manners engrained in him taught him to do, but he was still confused by her presence.

"May I ask-" he was interrupted by his brother coming behind him.

"Eris, my love, you made it." Klaus greeted, pulling her into the house, both hands in his own. That answered that question. Elijah watched them curiously. "Looking ravishing as always, my dear." He said, looking her up and down before kissing her hello. Elijah agreed silently, the black floor length halter top gown was lovely on her. He cleared his throat as they became lost in each other's kiss. How...strange and unlike his younger brother.

"Oh yes. Eris, this is my elder brother, Elijah. The noble one." Klaus said.

"Yes, Nik. We just met before you came around."

"Perfect," he said, lifting her hand so it rested in the crook of his arm, "now we're just waiting for the Salvatore's to join us." As if saying their name summoned them, the doorbell rang.


Dinner was a tense affair. Many topics were considered "untouchable" through the seven delicious courses and a one-sided glaring contest between Damon and Eris ensued.

"Eris, fancy seeing you here." Damon started, smarmy smile on his face.

"I've never given you leave to use my first name. You may address me by my title of Lady Black, or not at all." Klaus smirked, amused at his mate's pettiness. Elijah looked on in interest. Stefan was done with the dinner before it began, and Damon didn't know how to feel. His confused expression reflected that.

"How is Miss Gilbert these days, Stefan?" Elijah asked. That got put in the "do-not-discuss" pile.

Eventually Stefan snapped ("What a terrible dinner guest" Eris commented), and Damon and Elijah went off to retrieve the coffins while Eris watched Klaus torture Stefan. It was oddly arousing. And apparently Klaus could tell, what with how often he looked her way with those golden eyes.

Then in a plot twist no one saw coming, Elijah had made a deal with Damon, and instead of just returning the coffins, they undaggered all of the siblings. Klaus and Eris shared a look across the room, where she promised to keep her powers under wraps no matter what his siblings did to him. So, there she sat, at the table eating the decadent chocolate cake Klaus had ordered for her, watching as her boyfriend's siblings got their centuries of frustrations out on him. Elijah dismissed the Salvatore Brothers and was about to dismiss her as well, until he changed his mind at her deadpan look.

The siblings were wrapping up with their physical and mental retaliation when an older blonde woman made her way into the dining room, making the Mikaelsons go silent.

"Do you know why I'm here Niklaus?" She asked.

"To kill me." He stated, the surety in his voice made Eris drop her forkful of cake and rise to her feet. As if she'd let this...woman... take her man to the great beyond. But apparently her worry was for nothing, as this was his mother. Who wanted to forgive him. For killing her. Eris didn't let her guard down. Esther's attention then turned to Eris.

"Eris Black." She greeted with a smile Eris knew to be fake. "Or should I say Willow Potter?" Now everyone's attention was on her. The name change was a dramatic opener.

"You could, but you wouldn't be talking to me since my name has been legally changed for nearly a year now." Eris tried not to roll her eyes as she walked closer to Klaus.

"The spirits talk about you, child."

"Is that so? All good things I hope." She thought a talk with Death was in order if these 'spirits' on this 'other side' were so damn chatty.

"They speak of a poor orphan girl. Lonely. Abused." Eris put a hand on her hip, unimpressed.

"Listen lady, if you're trying to get under my skin by broadcasting information I already know about myself to the world, you're going to need to dig a little deeper. However, if your real intention was to get between Nik and I with information you'd think I'd withhold, well, it's still not going to work. Maybe you should play this game with one of your kids, because I'm not really interested or emotional invested in you."

"Excuse you! Who do you think you are to speak to my mother that way?" The blonde original who could only be Rebekah asked, affronted.

"I thought we went over this?" She asked, casually. Klaus looked more himself now that seeing his mother alive was old news and his girl had broken the ice with a friendly chat with her. "Eris Black, charmed, I'm sure." She didn't put a hand out to shake. The two girls eyed each other for a while, taking each others measure. Rebekah turned to Klaus.

"I'm still angry at you!" She yelled. "But I approve."

"Children, come. Help me get acclimated to this new century." Esther said, moving out of the dining room, most of her brood following her. Klaus stayed behind with Eris.

"Your mum is kind of a fake bitch, yeah?" Klaus couldn't contain his laugh.

"Don't ever change, love."


So the family is back together again (mostly). Esther and Eris had their first meeting, there's no love lost between those two. And Rebekah and Eris well, they acknowledged each other on a spiritual level. How bow dah?

Shiko-Rae: Hey! Yes. It was a typo. I'm good for those. Klaus is kinda silly, isn't he? But he just doesn't know any better. Who is their right mind would leave a baby with him? lol.

Pixiecropse: She's sexy and she knows it *cue music* I can't wait until the ball, can you? She always wears black, because she's in mourning, but maybe Klaus can buy her a nice dress? Idk what color would go best with her coloring. We shall see.

lilnightmare17: Teddy was asleep most of this chapter, lol. But I'm hoping to make more Teddy/Klaus moments as we go on. I can totally see Rebekah trying to play with Teddy, and him totally snubbing her for Klaus.

m. : Thank you so much!

MoonGoddess00: Haha. Thank you! He just saw her and was like, yup, I'm gonna paint her forever. Both creepy and romantic.

IrisTurner: Eris just put the verbal smackdown on a few more people in this chapter. They should probably learn to not interact with her. But as we all know, the characters of TVD are slow learners. Haha.

Lilithnocte: Mostly just threats...for now. I'm imagining a Damon's torture scene during the white oak stake hunt a little differently now...stay tuned.

RebeliousOne: Honestly, the scooby gang just doesn't even know who they're messing with at this point. It will become apparent soon though, now that Esther has awoken and she's an actual threat. Is it bad I already have her death planned out? Hahaha.

Yup: Yes. Yes you can. :] I'm missing Sirius a bit. I think a visit is in order. He has to approve of her beau after all.

Sakihinata: ;]

.Winchester.17: Your wish is my command.

Alex2009: It's really all about the attitude. If she was too nice, her and Klaus wouldn't work.

eveemars87: The more I write this the more Klaus and Grey!Fem!Harry become my OTP.

rebel.17: Well, he just woke up, so we'll have to see. Idk, we might end up seeing Draco around town and they can bond over their narcissism.

Sarah014: Hey thanks! There are little showdowns here and there (every time they meet), but I'm thinking the biggest one of all will be between Eris and Esther, with the scooby gang in attendance. And then they'll be like, "Maybe we should stop antagonizing her." Haha.

AyonSage: Well, Rebekah approved. They locked eyes and saw that they shared the same spirit animal: bitch. Lol.

tacomaster0928: Thank you kindly.

Pri-Chan 1410: Thanks! Here you go!

Twister60: Thanks so much.

normankwari: I'm glad you enjoyed.

Death's Inevitable Kiss: Bwahahaha! Honestly, I can't believe you're the only one that commented on what Eris said when she was watching over Klaus and Teddy. She wrote that herself, I had nothing to do with it. I was like, "oo girl, calm down" haha.

traceybuie: We're going to pretend that over the last month of dating, they hit all the major points of their lives in their conversations. But Eris is still holding the MOD card close to her chest. All will be revealed in due time.