AN: I feel a little sorry for Klaus in the series, because everyone hates/fears him. We'll see a different side in this story. Next chapter we arrive in England!

"Still causing trouble, I see"

Katherine watched the tall woman with a smirk. She could always count on Jessebel for anything witchy that she needed done, and right now, she needed to have Stefan's body saved. It was unfortunate that Damon would have to die, but he always put himself into these kinds of positions; between her and what she wanted. If he had to be out of the picture, she'd take him out.

"Of course. Is there any other way to live that I should know about?"

"Well, you could live like a respectable, honest person." She said, smiling.

"You have to know that there's no way I'll consign myself to a life that boring." Katherine said. It was true. If there was one thing she'd learned over the last few weeks, it was that she definitely didn't want to be bored.

"What do you need me for?" Jess asked. As much as she'd helped Katherine over the years, she hated it. She knew she had no other choice, so she always did her best; grudgingly.

"I need you to save a body for me." She said.

"What kind of body?"

"Vampire...ish"

Damon, Elena, and Bonnie had talked for hours, and they finally had some semblance of a plan. The one thing they'd all agreed on was that they had to contact Klaus before anyone else; giving them the upper hand of no more surprises. Bonnie ran off, needing to speak with Jonas about something, and Elena had taken off to another exam; hoping that she'd actually get to finish this one. Damon stood on the patio of the boarding house, looking at his phone. He didn't know how to contact Klaus, but he did know someone who possibly could tell him what he needed to know (He'd always been resourceful as far as connections went, afterall). Damon dialled the number, rolling his eyes as it went to voicemail.

"Jake, it's Damon, give me a call." He hid the end button and cursed. He thought about Rose, remembering her friend Slater. He felt like there was something he said that was useful, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

Craigslist.

Life had lost its amusement after the first couple hundred years, and Klaus found that he'd been getting bored. His fixation with the Sun and Moon curse was purely a cure to what seemed to be his eternal boredom, and it had kept him busy for a few hundred years. After the amount of time that he'd been alive, it seemed pointless to learn languages and study culture; both of the damn things changed all the time, and he couldn't be bothered to keep up with humanities. Something lately had been slowly changing his mind about the curse of the sun and moon; and nearly daily he found his interest in the curse as waning as his interest in human life. He kept his search going, however, because it meant she'd be with him.

He looked over the young witch sitting below, hunched over another Grimoire. He enjoyed his lodge because of the varying degrees with which he could keep an eye on people, and the isolation of it. The witch was muttering furiously to herself, flipping a page back and forth and jotting down notes about its content. Her dark hair slid off her shoulder in cascading waves, deep amber eyes darting across the pages. She was beautiful. Fine details of her build worked into the sensual curves of her body, and he found himself content to watch her forever. Already he could see how age would affect her, as it had her ancestors.

She was the daughter of some prominent warlock, whom was in league with Elijah. He hadn't been particularly interested in her family or magical ability until he'd laid eyes on her, and he knew that he had to be near her. Hearing her breaths and the soft hum of her flowing blood was both intriguing and endearing. Her mortality appealed to him and made her so much more attractive to him; something he hadn't expected. He watched her sigh and place her head in her hands, exasperated.

"Take a break" he said, looking down from his position in the loft.

"I'm fine, Master." She said, looking up at him. "I can't remember a word, and it's driving me nearly insane."

"I'm not your master" he said. He'd reminded her several times, but she still referred to him as such. "I've waited for years to find an answer; I'm sure I can wait one more day." He said. Those who were under him found his fascination with the witch out of character, and there were those who said that he was going soft (of course they were dealt with swiftly). Even he had initially been shocked by his response, but he'd come to the conclusion that her fascination was inescapable. She smiled at him, closing the book she'd been furiously scribbling from. He tilted his head, curious.

"Why do you stay, when I've said you're free to go?" he said, watching her. She just smiled.

"I don't know."

"Your family is looking for you, you know." He said, knowing Elijah's plans full well. It was futile for him to think that Klaus wouldn't find out.

"I know." She said. "It's unfortunate." She'd already sent them several messages, telling them that she was fine and not to be chased after, but they hadn't given in. She looked at the vampire sitting above her. He was handsome (of course, they all were), but he was also kind; something that no one else would dare describe him as. Over the last few months she'd lost all reason to fear him, and she'd learned that although he was feared by those under him (which was everyone, generally) she had no reason to worry. "If they understood, they'd stop trying to find me." She said. Of course, her family wouldn't give up...her father was far too stubborn to believe that she would fall for her kidnapper.

"If they understood what?" he asked, standing and leaning on the railing of the loft. He watched the pinkish glow of a blush reach her mocha coloured cheeks.

"My feelings for you." She said. She was never quite sure if she was allowed to admit them out loud; if someone overheard, it could be disastrous for Klaus. Elijah would surely be the first to use her to his advantage. He could hear that there was no one around, and he flashed down, standing before her.

"Perhaps if they understood mine, they'd realize that you'll never come to harm." She looked up at him, taking in the statuesque angles of his face. If there was perfection, it was him. They'd never touched, and yet her entire body felt like it was on fire when they were near each other. She'd used her abilities several times to test his emotions, and she'd found them to be an exact mirror of hers; pure adoration and love.

"Whether or not they understand mine, I know you'll never let harm find me" She knew it was true, and it made her sad to know that her family wouldn't believe them. Luca had already responded to her messages, enraged that someone would say 'such a lie' about her feelings. It was piercingly painful. There was something she wanted from him, that she'd been reading about that evening; something she wasn't sure he'd agree to. She looked up at him, catching the cold silver of his eyes with the warmth of hers.

"Feed on me"

Jonas awoke with a shock. Something was wrong with Daphne; he could feel it. When his children were young he'd cast a spell on them, letting him know when they were physically harmed, and he could sense that Daphne's body was damaged. He closed his eyes, trying to find the source. Whenever he channelled the source of his children's pain, the information came in bits and pieces; hazy, loosely connected, without emotion. He'd gotten quite good at piecing them together (or so he'd thought), and the images flashing to him now were rising a deep-seated anger in him. He could feel it; coiling and ready to snap.

He saw Klaus (or what he assumed to be Klaus based on the pictures Elijah had shown him), fangs, blood, and a Grimoire. He closed his eyes again; a lodge in the mountains. As he focused on the images, he could feel a searing pain in his neck; Daphne was being bitten. He furiously opened his eyes, picking up his phone and dialling.

"Jonas?"

"Elijah, we need to start as soon as possible." He said.

"Wonderful. I'll collect the brothers and Elena. What brought on the change, Jonas?" he asked, surprised at the warlock's sudden lack of patience.

"It's my daughter"

"Ah. Very well; I'll have my agent book tickets for the morning." They finished the call and hung up; each one satisfied with what would be coming in the next few days. Jonas could feel his anger peaking, and he wanted nothing more than to watch that vampire die; he only hoped he'd be the one to do it.