I didn't know what to say. He was right to be mad at me. I'd just tried to kill him.

Marcel emerges from the group of half-dozen vampires, all crouched and ready to attack.

Marcel looks between the two of us and smiles, holding his hands up to show innocence, "I was just curious as to why one of my favorite bars closed down for the evening. So decided to come in and investigate but, my apologies. I didn't mean to interrupt a lover's spat. Continue on."

Klaus strikes me with a glare that leaves me frozen in place before smiling chillingly at Marcel, "Please, we'd hate to be rude to company. Join us why don't you?"

"I'm afraid I can't. I've got a city to run. I came here to take witch," Marcel explains, "I brought my men, expecting a fight from you, Klaus but I see that's not the case so if you'll kindly step aside we'll be on our way."

"She's my problem so I'll deal with her," Klaus warns.

"No," Marcel interrupts, "I gave you a chance to work this out with her. But while she may dirty your sheets, she's threatened me and mine. You're the one that taught me to protect what's mine."

Marcel steps toward me, gesturing at his men who surround Klaus.

"It took me a while but Devina sensed something off with my mind. Lex, you've erased my memory; So well that Devina couldn't get them back so I'm just going to assume the worst. You smelling like a werewolf is bad enough in my quarter but doing magic without my say so? Not even Nikklaus."

"Is that a challenge?" Klaus snarls, sending two of the vampires securing his arms flying to the other side of the bar.

I had to act fast, "If I get us out of this mess will you promise not to kill me?" I ask Klaus

"No!" Klaus snarls, snapping the heads of two more, "You've had your chance. Now, I'm going to tear you limb from limb until you tell me everything I need to know and then I'll -"

"I've already died before Klaus. Just take the deal," I shout, pulling out a steel knife and sending it flying to Marcel's heart.

The fight was over in ten minutes, all the vampires subdued and their memories wiped. This time, I made sure to hide the threads of my magic so Devina wouldn't notice anything wrong.

I haven't had such an adrenalin high in forever. I'd taken them all down. Marcel didn't stand a chance.

"I only you hadn't tried to kill me. Thrice. We'd have made a great team." Klaus comments dryly

"She's only had this power for a couple of months, I've had it for a hundred times longer," I say to Klaus.

"I'm not sure if I should kill you or offer you a contract to join me," Klaus admits as we exited the bar, heading towards the edge of the forest.

"Just give me the morning to explain. Until eight a.m. Then we can part ways and go back to trying to kill each other," I beg.

"And why should I?" he asks.

"Because for the life of me, against what I know I should do -which is stab you and get this over with- I want you. Kiss me."

And he did, that wicked gleam entering his eyes and be bent down and tangled his hand in my hair, the other curling to caress the small of my back.

In that moment I understood Ester's warnings.

We fire and ice, crashing towards each others, trying to consume each other with our kisses and touch. Destroying each other with meer proximity. It was too electric. I couldn't stop touching his smooth, warm skin and feel his heartbeat that burned faster than mine. The ocasional whispers when he slammed be against a tree that made me smile.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed down my neck.

"You're glorious," Klaus murmurs on my skin, his hands running up and down the sides of me.

The smell of pine and him; dark bourbon, vanilla, blood and something fresh fills my nose. I close my eyes, savoring his scent, the way he feels under my lips, remembering how good his blood tasted on my tongue, wanting to taste more of him.

His body, pressing against my suddenly disappears, leaving me cold.

"Now, tell me why the hell you tried to kill me," he whispers, his lips a butterfly's wing on my ear.

My hair is mussed, clothes wrinkled and lips swollen , pressed against a tree with a smirking hybrid thousands of years old standing a feet away.

He doesn't wait for an answer but clamps his hands around mine. I fell a sharp pain on the side of my neck and everything turns blurry.

We ended up in the basement in a familiar set-up. With me strapped to a chair, chains cris-crossing my body, cutting circulation off my extremities.

"Your power comes from your blood. You cut yourself to heal Hayley. Let's see how much of it you can loose." Klaus' ominous voice says from the darkness.