A/N: Again, sorry for the late update and I hope you enjoy this beautiful chapter! One of my most favorite chapters because KLAUS IS HERE!

Chapter 12: Things Happened at Night

It was around midnight and there I was, sitting down next to Elijah's body, drinking my sorrow away. Looking at Elijah's grey and dead face, I wondered if what we had was anything special. He admitted that he cared, and I supposed love was too strong and early for us.

"I'm such a fool," I muttered under my breath, feeling my blood boiling. I felt the need to kill someone and tried to push that feeling away. Drunk and angry Vanessa was never a good combination. "I actually cared for you. I was terrified when I saw you daggered," I said softly.

"But were you going to kill me?" I asked him, staring blankly at his face. "Is killing Klaus more important than me?" I asked with a sigh before running my hands over my face and grasping my hair. I let out another sigh.

"Hey, you okay?" I heard Elena asked me softly. Glancing up at her, I assumed she was just done showering based on her wet hair.

"I don't know. Tonight…" I trailed off, thinking of tonight's event thoroughly. How Elijah had grasped my hair, how he had compelled me, how he had told Elena about my true identity…

"Please don't tell me you actually have feelings for him," she said and I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Katherine?" I asked and she gave me her beautiful smirk.

"You have always been able to tell it's me," she commented, entering the cellar. She looked over Elijah's body and then at me. "You must either be too drunk or too distracted to notice."

"I don't have feelings for Elijah," I said slowly and clearly. I wasn't that drunk to have this kind of conversation especially with Katherine Pierce. My sister's doppelganger arched her eyebrow at me and I rolled my eyes at how good she was at reading me. "Yes, I do care about him. But not that much," I confessed and she smiled gleefully.

"I see why you like him. He's so noble, so kind, a man of his words," Katherine said, reminiscing how her sister's eyes would gleam in happiness when she talked about Elijah.

"That's not why I fell for him," I said, laughing slightly. Katherine frowned as I continued laughing my head off.

Katherine looked at me with concerns as if I would be losing my mind. Maybe I would. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"How history seems to repeat itself," I said shrugging, taking another swig.

"History keeps repeating itself because you won't learn from it," Katherine said and I narrowed my eyes at her before laughing again.

"You…are one smart…cookie," I told her, grinning widely before my grin dropped. "Elijah…"

"I think that's enough for the night," Katherine said, pulling me on my feet again. I wobbled slightly and leaned against her. "I didn't get out of the tomb to take care a drunk teenager," I heard her muttered grudgingly under her breath and I chuckled. I wasn't that drunk, really. It was just really nice to have Katherine taking care of you.

Katherine took off my heels and tucked me under the blanket. This actually felt nice. It seemed like an eternity since my mother accompanied me to bed. God, I really missed her.

"Kiss me goodnight," I whined and Katherine rolled her eyes. "I'm all alone," I told her sadly and I felt her gaze softened. It was true. I had never had a boyfriend. A crush? I had a crush on my senior but that was it. Now that I had these…feelings for Elijah, and then he was suddenly gone, I actually felt empty.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow morning once you sober up," she said, patting my cheek and attempted to leave when I took her hand.

"What did...what should I learn from it? From the history?" I asked her and she looked at me in surprise before staring into an empty space, probably thinking of her dead sister.

"Loving Elijah got her killed, Vanessa. I hope you won't repeat her mistake again," Katherine said and cleared her throat before giving me a sad smile. Was it really a mistake? I pondered on that thought as I drifted into a sleep.

The chill of the winter wind caressed my cheek. But of course, being a vampire, it didn't give me any chill. But it…it did. I tightened my black trench coat around my body to keep me warm and looked around. Where was this place anyway? Realizing how cold I was, I rubbed my hands together and blew some air to keep them warm. I wasn't looking to where I was going when I bumped into him.

Elijah.

"Elijah…" I said, his name came out as a soft whisper as I gazed upon him. He was alive and well. He wasn't grey nor was he desiccated. His dark brown eyes gazed deeply into me, into my soul. I was unable to move and breathe as he continued staring at me. He gave me a soft smile and brought his hand to caress my cheek.

"Hello Vanessa," he said and I closed my eyes to remember how his voice sounded. How his deep and masculine voice made my heart melt.

"You're real," I said, touching his cheek softly. His scent comforted me and made me feel so peaceful.

"As real as you want me to be," he said, leaning down to my face and captured my lips. It brought me the memories of when I first kissed him. I pushed that memory away with anger. At that time he was kissing Cassandra, not me. This kiss however, it was filled with love and gentleness. He kissed me just to assure me that this was real and I felt myself filled with happiness.

"Is this real?" I asked, breathless when he pulled away. He smiled and I smiled too, it felt like I was in heaven.

Then it changed.

The air seemed to shift and the scenery became darker. Then Elijah gasped, trying desperately to breathe. He clung into me, and I tried to support his weight as I shouted his name desperately. His face became grey as he desiccated and veins started to protrude around his face and neck. His weight became heavier and heavier and despite my strength, I couldn't keep him in my arms and then he slipped.

"ELIJAH!" I tried to scream but I remained in the dark, lost and alone.

"I'm sorry," Elena apologized and I glared at her. I felt my blood boiled and my fangs lowered. "Vanessa, don't!" she said, awfully terrified by my sudden change of appearance. I lunged to her and without another heartbeat, I sank my fangs into her neck before ripping it out.

"What's with the noise?" I grumbled as I poked my head into Stefan's doorway. My headache from the hangover was reducing but it was still a pain in the ass. At least it wasn't as bad as it was when I woke up. Stefan, Damon, Elena and Katherine were in the room and I assumed they were arguing about Katherine's presence in the house.

"Morning, Vanessa. Feeling any better?" Katherine asked me with a wink and I shot her a glare.

"Shut up," I groaned and turned to Elena and Stefan.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked and she looked at me in disbelief.

"I don't want her here," Elena said to Stefan as we headed to her car.

"I know," Stefan comforted her.

"Don't be so whiny, Elena," I said sharply and she looked at me in disbelief. I shrugged, thinking of how she daggered Elijah and entered the car.

"Katherine's right, Elena. We need her," I heard Stefan said and rolled my eyes. What we need was Elijah. Elijah could kill Klaus. He had a plan. And now he was dead and rotting in the Salvatore's cellar.

I had to find something to do or else my thought would be wandering to Elijah again. I could never have thought that he had this much effects on me. Sighing, I took another swig of that beer and hummed. I looked around the cemetery and realized something.

"Hmm, why haven't I thought of that?" I asked to myself, slightly smirking. Since Mystic Falls already had too many deaths, I figured I should grab dinner outside of this small town. It had been a long time since I drink right from the vein. The blood bags had bored me and I needed something fresh. Right, that seemed like a good plan. And maybe I should spend the night with another man. Hmm, seemed like a better plan.

Then, Elena called me.

"Go for Vanessa," I said, too cheerful that made my twin sister a little suspicious.

"Where are you? What time are you coming home?" She asked, slightly worried.

"Oh, I'm at the cemetery. I…uh…I need sometime alone. Why?" I asked.

"Caroline and Bonnie are here. We're going to have a girl's night. Please come?" Elena said and I hummed.

"Just go on without me. I have something to do," I said. "With Damon. Klaus-related," I added quickly, needing something solid to lie with.

"Oh, okay…I don't have to worry about you two right?" she asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Just go and have some fun," I said and she laughed slightly.

"I just thought…we haven't really spent some time together…" Elena said, trying to persuade me and I laughed.

"Don't pull that on me. You know it doesn't work," I said and she laughed.

"Fine, I'll see you later," she said.

"Have fun," I said and hung up. "Oh well, I better get going," I said as I looked at the sun setting. I hopped down from the tombstone-my tombstone that I had been sitting on and stared at it. It stung to see your tombstone, the inscriptions on it, your name…I could imagine Elena tearing up but tried to remain strong while Jeremy would just cry, heartbroken. I would cry too. Life was so short, even if you were a vampire.

It wasn't long until I found my dinner. He was in his mid-twenties, wearing a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, just the way I liked it and his dark hair and dark eyes reminded me of Elijah. I shook my head, pushing him out of my mind and focused on my prey. I made a noise, just like how it was in the horror movie and he turned around, his heart skipping a beat.

His heartbeat quickened, as he realized there was nobody there but he couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching him. I smirked, and watched as he glanced at his watch before he quickly entered the car. I watched him drift away, almost in hasty, and let him drove a little further before appearing out of nowhere. He wasn't able to press the brake in time and hit me.

He rushed outside, terrified and in panic only to find nobody was there. He turned around and I smiled at him. His heart stopped beating in panic before he tried to laugh it off, wiping the cold sweat forming on his forehead.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," I said silkily, the cliché line of a serial killer.

"I…no, you…you didn't…I…" I watched with an innocent smile as he tried to get his brain work.

"It's okay. I saw you earlier and I think you are really, really handsome," I said playfully and watched as his eyes widened slightly in surprise. I brought my hand to his chest and grinned.

"I'm just…" I looked at him, wondering if I should compel him or not. What the hell, just go for it. My eyes turned red, dark veins appeared underneath my eyes, and his dark eyes that painfully reminded me of Elijah widened in fear. "I just need a bite," I said, showing him my fangs. He screamed, not in a girly kind of a way. That scream that said 'I am going to die so God please help me'. I pushed him to his car and grasped a fistful of his hair, and tugged them to angle his neck. Listening to his rapid heartbeat, I sank my fangs into his neck.

He pleaded me to stop although I could barely hear him. Usually, I didn't hurt humans when I drank for them. Why must they suffer when they provided me food? However, tonight I was feeling a little dark. But he didn't have to die just because I was feeling a little moody. My mum raised me better than that. I pulled away and breathed heavily as my face changed back to normal. He looked at me, the terror was still in his eyes and he stumbled a few steps before he ran. I rolled my eyes, annoyed.

"Stop," I said, appearing in front of him and cupped his face, looking into his dark eyes about to compel him. The more I looked at his eyes, the more he reminded me of Elijah. I felt my heartbeat quickened at this thought and my breaths became shallower. I clenched my teeth, trying to ignore the feeling but failed. My face changed into the demonic face again and I let out an angry growl before sinking my fangs into his neck again. He grew limp and finally his blood was drained out of his body and I released my grip on him, letting him fall onto the ground.

I wiped my lips before I felt the feeling of someone watching my every movement. Glancing around, I felt my heartbeat quickened as I found no one was there. Alright, Karma is a bitch. Then I felt a whoosh of wind at my side and turned around quickly. Another vampire. I saw a man's silhouette from the corner of my eyes and felt annoyed, thinking it was Damon spying on me.

Turned out, it wasn't Damon Salvatore.

"Now tell me, love. Have you been plotting my death with Katerina lately?" a heavily British accented voice asked and my heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be…Klaus, right? I felt my blood went cold and I tried to remain composed as I turned around, slowly. What should I do? My head was spinning, all the ideas and possibilities were like hurricane in there. I looked at the man and found him irritably gorgeous. I gave him a sweet smile as I took him in. His face was handsome, with deep blue eyes and pink, very kissable lips. His blond curly hair stood out in the night, just like mine. He stared deeply into my eyes and smiled, flashing his dimples. Oh God, why were the Originals so attractive?

"Cassandra, it's been a while, love," he greeted me with a charming smirk and I tried not to frown. He thought I was Cassandra. Why…? I fooled Elijah and he knew it wasn't Cassandra after a few minutes and I didn't feel like repeating my mistake again.

"And here I thought Cassandra is dead," I said, crossing my arms as my lips formed a smirk. I watched as his eyes flashed confusion before they were gone. He walked towards me slowly and a smile on his face, with his hands behind his back. He had this air of elegance and power around him, much like Elijah. But unlike Elijah who wore suits and looked uptight, Klaus was rather casual. He wore jeans with black combat boots and black cotton shirt. He also wore black necklaces around his neck. He seemed like a normal young man. A gorgeous young human man.

Without any warning, he pushed me to a building a couple of feet away, pinning me against the wall. His grip was strong although it didn't seem like he was using most of his strength. Compared to him, I had strength like a child.

"What games are you playing, Cassandra?" he growled menacingly, and I was beyond terrified at this point. His glares were really scary. He wasn't just messing around.

"I'm not her!" I managed to say and he narrowed his eyes at me. His eyes trailed down to my neck, to my daylight necklace and tilted his head to the side before he brought his eyes back to me again. This time, he had an amused smile on his face.

"So tell me, sweetheart. What's your name?" he asked charmingly, yet his voice had a dangerous edge on them. "Who are you?" he asked, and I watched as his pupils dilated. He rolled his eyes in annoyance before he dug his fingers into my neck. I gasped in pain as blood oozed out of my neck and he just stared at me, bored. After a long minute, he retracted his fingers and I breathed sharply, wincing in pain as my neck healed.

"What do you want from me?" I rasped, rubbing my sore neck. He gave me a smirk and grabbed a fistful of my hair and angled my neck. His hot breath was on my neck, and I felt a shiver ran down my spine. I felt his warm mouth on my neck and quickly tried to push him off me. He sank his fangs into my neck and drank from me. My face flushed and I tried to push him harder.

"Can we drink from vampires?" I asked Katherine. She looked at me and raised her eyebrow in amusement. "What?" I asked, didn't get the meaning behind her look.

"Drinking from vampire is…it usually only done by lovers," she said and I raised an eyebrow at her. "Blood sharing is like having sex," she said before laughing at my stunned face.

"Oh okay," I said, a little bit flustered. She just smirked.

It was indeed…um, like having sex. My mind was hazy from the high and I had the urge to drink from him. Vanessa, wake up! I scolded myself. He was going to sacrifice my twin sister and here I was wanting to taste his blood. I struggled again, and Klaus, probably annoyed, pulled away. His face changed back to normal and I stared at him, breathless and frightened.

"I was just having a little fun," he said smoothly with a smirk, defending his action. His eyes glinted in amusement and mischief, just like I was a couple of minutes ago. Was this really Karma? Just like my prey, I took a step aside and tried to run. The blood draining however, had refrained me from doing so. He caught me, just before I fell to the ground, much like what I did with Elijah after he was daggered by Elena.

"You look a little shaken up, sweetheart," he stated in amusement and if I had the strength, I would have slapped him to wipe that smirk off his face. "Why don't you take a bite?" he asked and I looked up at him. He was challenging me, trying to see what I would do. What the hell would I do in this situation? Although the idea of drinking from him made me sick, I need the strength. What would Katherine do? I looked up at Klaus again, and he was staring at me, reading me.

I needed it. I needed the strength to run away.

'Don't do it, Vanessa,' I heard Elijah's voice said to me at the back of my mind.

'I needed this,' I told him.

'Don't,' Elijah said and I thought back how he would kill me if Elena didn't come with him.

'Son of a bitch,' I thought back bitterly.

I didn't even bother to look at Klaus. I took his hand and sank my fangs into his wrist, and took him by surprise. Using the element of surprise, I pushed him against the wall, pinning him with the little weight my body had. Klaus's blood was different. I had taken so many bloods but his blood stood out from the rest. It was like a red wine which was very fine and bitter but made you wanted more and more.

However, I couldn't take more. Just a few gulps and Klaus took his hand away and I breathed heavily. I wanted more. The sensation was just…

He flipped me and trapped me with his body and let out a sigh. "Oh, the fun we could have together. Unfortunately, we've got unfinished business, love," he said and placed his hands on my head. Then he was in.

Elena was alive, my relationship with Elijah, Katherine's in Mystic Falls, the stolen Moonstone, he knew everything. So the blood draining was to get the vervain out of my system. Clever bastard.

"Interesting," he said, his pink lips pulled into a grin. His hands dropped to my shoulders before he cupped my face. "I believe we'll see each other again," he said with a smirk and I glared at him.

"Looking forward to," I said through my gritted teeth and he let out a laugh. He actually laughed at me. Not just a small chuckle but like real laughter where you found it to be really funny. I huffed in annoyance and he gave me a smile. It was almost sincere that it totally caught me off guard.

"You have fire, sweetheart. I like it. Now," he said, looking at me in the eyes. Now that the vervain was out of my system, he could compel me. This was why I didn't like hanging out with the Originals. "I want you to run, run as fast as you can. If I catch you, I will not hesitate to kill you," he said darkly, and I stared at him, too frightened to move. He gave me one last smile before he released me.

Then I ran.

I ran as fast as I could back to Mystic Falls. My whole body was shaking in fear and I knew, Klaus was not someone to be taken lightly. I let out a scream when I bumped into someone. I screamed again when my hand was grabbed until I realized who that was.

"Vanessa, calm down," Isobel said soothingly and I looked at her in shock. I let out a heavy sigh and pulled her into a tight hug. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I realized how scared I was. Klaus could have killed me. I could have died. Gone forever. "What happened?" she asked, truly concerned as she stroked my back comfortingly.

"K-Klaus. He found me," I managed the words out of my mouth shakily. Isobel's eyes widened instantly and without a word she took me away.

"Get inside," Isobel said when we reached a luxurious, big house.

"Where am I?" I asked, still shaking from the accident but had calm down a little.

"My house," she replied, before calling for Jared. "Drink this, you'll feel better," she said, and I sighed. I think I was still traumatized with drinking from someone. Jared was an attractive man and I had to push the thought that he might be my mother's sex toy away from my mind. He didn't need to be compelled, and he took a seat next to me and tilted his head to the side, showing me his pale neck.

"He's still new," Isobel added and I noticed how his neck was still clean. The familiar feeling of when my face changed and the fangs lowered came to me and I swallowed. He seemed eager to have me bite him, probably compelled to find pleasure in it. Instead of going for the neck, I took his hand and bit into his wrist carefully.

His blood tasted different than Klaus, and although I wasn't surprised, I was slightly disappointed. Pushing the memory away, I turned back to Isobel when I pulled my lips away from his wrist.

"When did you arrive?" I asked, wondering what her plan was. Why was she here?

"Just now," she replied quietly and motioned for the human to go away. She sat next to me and brought her legs up. "What happened?" Isobel asked again.

"I was feeding outside of Mystic Falls," I told. "I felt like someone was watching me. Then, there he was," I said with a shudder.

"What did he do to you?" she asked me, a little bit restless.

"He…he compelled me a few questions," I said, not really lying. "Then he told me to run."

"He didn't hurt you?" Isobel asked, slightly relieved when I shook my head.

"What do you know about Cassandra?" I asked her suddenly. She looked at me, surprised. Even Katherine didn't really share much about Cassandra.

"She was murdered by Klaus, had a relationship with Elijah…Why?" Isobel asked and I shook my head.

"Klaus…he called me Cassandra. I just thought that…" I trailed off and Isobel got up from the couch.

"If it makes you feel better, I'll try to find out what really happened to her," Isobel said and I gave her a smile.

"Thanks, it was just so confusing," I mumbled under my breath.

"You can stay here if you want," Isobel said and I turned to look at her.

"Why?" I asked.

"Is it wrong?" she asked simply and I shook my head.

"But I probably should go. Elena needs me," I said, getting up from the couch.

"It's not safe for you to be with Elena right now," she said, fixing me with a sharp look.

"I have nothing to do with the curse. I'm a vampire and my blood is useless," I said, frowning. "Oh, you don't think Klaus is going to use me as the vampire, do you?" I asked and gulped as fear ate me up.

"No, I doubt that," she said and I narrowed my eyes and studied my mother for a moment.

"Why are you here?" I asked her sternly and she looked at me, unfazed.

"John called me for help. I'm here to help kill Klaus," she said and I rose from the couch.

"Did you bring him here?" I asked her and she shook her head.

"Vanessa…"

"DID YOU BRING HIM HERE?!" I screamed at her, feeling betrayed. I blinked my eyes a few times as my vision started to become blurry with hot tears. "You found him, didn't you?" I asked her and she looked at me in confusion.

"I've no idea what you're talking about," she said and I realized she had been compelled. Without another words, I was out of that house.

I didn't feel like going home, so I went to the Salvatore Boarding House to find Damon. I guess he'd be the best person to talk to about tonight's event.

"Oh god," I said when I saw Katherine in a black lingerie. "Please tell me you're not sleeping with any of them," I muttered dryly and she smirked before she noticed the dried blood on my clothes and neck.

"What happened to you?" she asked, frowning. Well, Damon can wait.

"Get dress and we'll talk somewhere else," I said softly, glancing at the second floor to see if Damon could be listening. Katherine, knowing it was something important, dressed up quickly. I changed into her clothes, and cleaned up as well.

I told Katherine everything and she just sat there beside me, in silence. We were sitting on a bench in the Town Square, and everything else was quiet. Just the two of us. When I was done, I thought about asking her questions but I realized how broken she was. She stared into an empty space as my story played in her head over and over again. I looked at her and realized how she looked a lot like Elena right now. She was no longer the selfish, manipulative Katherine Pierce but the humane and selfless Katerina Petrova who treasured her family more than anything else.

"I told Isobel and she said she'll try to find out what really happened. Maybe Klaus didn't kill your sister," I said, breaking the silence but she said nothing. I sighed and took her hand in mine, squeezing it gently.

"I'll talk to you soon," I said, knowing Katherine wanted to be alone.

Katherine sat there, still as a statue throughout the night, thinking of her sister that she thought was long dead. If Cassandra was still alive, why didn't she try to find her? Why?

Bulgaria, 1490

"Katerina! Katerina! Where are you?" The brunette looked up at the sound of familiar voice, the sooth and honey voice of her twin sister. She rose from the dusty floor and walked out of the barn with a lantern in her hand.

"Cassandra," she cried in delight, dropping the lantern and ran to hug the golden haired woman. "What are you doing here?" Katerina asked, pulling away from her embrace.

"I sought out for you, of course," Cassandra replied with a smile. Katherine looked at her twin sister, speechless.

"What? Are you mad, sister?" Katerina hissed and her twin laughed softly. "Father would be mad if he finds out."

"I would never leave you alone," she said softly, brushing a strand of brown curls from Katerina's beautiful face. "We remain together, sister."

Katerina broke into a smile as her eyes welling in tears of happiness. "Forever," Katerina agreed.

Before I edit this, Vanessa's and Klaus's make out session was way too hot that I thought it would affect her future relationship with him. So I keep it less emotions so they don't turn into something else.

Although, I felt more heartbroken than ever with the relationship Hayley and Elijah are developing. What are your thoughts on that? And I'm still waiting for Kol to appear on the Originals.