Note: I am in love with Italy…Sighsz went there in April this year and She has captured my heart forever…Bella Italia

Chapter Five. Wanderlust

November 1492

I was not looking forward to return to Eastern Europe. I had grown to love our life in England and our English estate. In fact I had become quite the Anglophile, loving all things English. The language, culture, its people and even the wet, capricious English weather. But Klaus was determined to strike fear in the hearts of those who crossed him, that being Katerina. I found myself on a ship sailing down to Gibraltar and towards the Mediterranean. We stopped at Messina, Sicily, one of Klaus' favorite haunts, where he decided to have a little vacation traipsing in the sun drenched beaches and lemon groves. Even in November there was plenty of sun compared to England. Klaus had compelled an important nobleman and we stayed in his castle that has its own private fortress that was just beside the beach.

"Can I just stay here while you and Elijah go to Bulgaria?" I asked my husband one morning after breakfast. Klaus gave a look of displeasure, his eyes narrowed at me. He was shirtless, the sun had turned his pale skin into a golden tan and he had decided to cut his curly locks. It was short like that of a Roman.

"I can't leave you here by yourself Elly…besides we are to return to my family castle for a few months in the winter…"

"But I want to go Italy." I whined. I had wanted to go to Florence for a long while. "You promised me Niklaus. You said we'll go to Venice and Florence one day."

"We can go there in the spring." He sighed. Klaus stood up and smiled at me. He held out his hand. "Let's go for walk on the beach, maybe even a swim."

I frowned and shook my head but Klaus glared angrily back at me. "That is not a request my Sweet."

I rolled my eyes and gave Klaus my hand while he pulled me up from my chair. We walked down the slopes and soon we were walking along the sandy beaches, the color of volcanic soil. The wind was blowing and I shivered pulling my shawl closer around me. I looked at my husband still shirtless, his breeches stopped at his knees.

"How is it that you're not cold?" I asked him. Klaus shrugged. "My wolf half keeps me warm and I am an Original Elly…" He reminded me, a playful glint in his eyes

"Of course…" I breathed. We sat on a huge rock, an outcrop perched above the waters, Klaus just held me close as I stared at the sea.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Klaus murmured. I only nodded. He sighed and smiled at me. "I want to show you the world Elly…After all this is over and when I can transform again. We'll travel everywhere…"

He sounded so dreamy that I had to smile, hearing it. Klaus suddenly stood up and gave a bright grin. "I'm going for a swim." He held out his hand again and I stared at him.

"No Niklaus. The water's freezing." He gave a lazy shrug and I watched as he plunged straight into the waters. I only looked down. Moments passed and Klaus still hadn't come back up.

"Niklaus!" I shouted suddenly worried for him. "Klaus!"

There was no response and I looked around the beach frantically. There was no one. It was deserted, not a soul in sight. I knew I had to do something. I groaned knowing that I had no choice and took off my dress and kirtle. I was only wearing my chemise and drew in a loud breath, hoping to suck whatever air I could before falling into the water, a twenty feet drop below. It was cold, freezing and I went up to the surface.

"Klaus!" I called for him.

Nothing. Not a word or sound. I went back into the water and I still couldn't find him. Where is he? Where could he go to? Did the strong current pull him away? But he was an Original, even though Elijah did once mention that Klaus wasn't a strong swimmer. My eyes searched around and I couldn't see him but I saw that ominous dark fin about a hundred feet away and I just gasped in horror. A shark. No…not a shark. Did it take Klaus away?

I had heard tales from sailors how ferocious these man eaters of the sea were. Worse than tigers or bears. I was terrified seeing the fin coming straight towards me and I knew I had to swim to shore. I went back down the water and saw what looked like an opening to an underwater cave. I swam right inside it. The crevice was small and I hope the shark could not swim right in. When I finally came out of the water. I saw my husband standing there in the cave just staring the rock formations, fascinated by them.

Klaus heard the splash of water and turned to look at me. He gave a grin. "You came."

"I was worried. I couldn't see you or find you…" I grumbled and shot him an angry look. Klaus gave a laugh and shook his head. "Good to know that you still care Elly…"

I went to him and punched his shoulder hard, angry he would say that. "What is that supposed to mean? Of course I still do!" I yelled. He laughed again and pulled me in his arms, kissing me.

"I saw a shark outside! I thought it took you away…" I said when I pulled my lips away from him.

Klaus smiled at me. "Guess we'll be here for a while then. It's too dangerous to swim back out."

I stood next to him and watched as Klaus took a piece of dark rock that looked like coal and started sketching on the cave walls. I sat down still shivering from the cold and looked on as Klaus drew figures. He was really talented. It looked like ancient Greek drawings, Minoan maybe, telling an age old tale of werewolves, vampires and the feud between them. A great curse involving the sun and moon, and of course the mysterious moonstone with its mystical and magical properties.

"What do you think?" Klaus turned and asked me, smiling so brightly, his dimples appeared.

I yawned. "It's a boring story…" I said and rolled my eyes. "And a load of rubbish…"

"Yes…but people are gullible Elly. They'll fall for anything." Klaus smirked. "Just ask Elijah. The Roman scrolls had many werewolves sniffing around for moonstones."

Klaus looked at his creation and sighed. "I think I'll tell a different story in my next drawings."

"And what is that?" I asked him. I was curious.

"I'll tell our story…" Klaus replied. "Of an Original vampire who was also half werewolf falling in love with a beautiful farmer's daughter…"

"Don't be silly Niklaus." I groaned. "No one wants to read about us."

"We'll be legends Sweetheart," Klaus smiled and walked to me pulling me into his arms. "Niklaus and Eleanna…" He said softly, nuzzling my nose before his lips captured mine in a sweet kiss. "Klaus and Elly…" He murmured

"Or Elly and Klaus…" I frowned and pulled my lips away. "The craziest couple ever." I sighed and touched his face gently. "I love you Niklaus," I whispered and kissed him gently. I truly did. Despite everything. I would always love him.

I sat in the carriage, guards surrounding our entourage. At least six carriages filled with our belongings and I don't know how many armed guards on horses as we rode west from Varna towards the city of Ruse which lied along the Danube, bordering Moldavia. Katerina's family lived in a town west of Ruse. It was a long ride. I slept, nestled in my husband's arms most of the time. Elijah would be busy writing in his journals or reading books.

Klaus had gotten me a puppy during a quick stopover in one of the sleepy towns. It was a small dear thing that would grow into a powerful guard dog. I named it Nikki, after Klaus of course, as I would name all my pets. All variations of Niklaus. Nik Nikki, Niko, Klausie. They were like him. Needy and demanding attention, never leaving me alone. Dogs, cats, fish, a parrot, even a monkey once.

I was left in my carriage about a mile away from the Petrova estate. Klaus, Elijah and about of dozen of his vampire men and some humans had gone to Katerina's house, ready to attack. I felt sorry for her family, they were mine too I supposed. Petrovs and Petrovas like me. Eli had married young at eighteen and his wife Mariska gave birth to twins. A boy and a girl and in five centuries they had multiplied and prospered.

And they really did prosper. The Petrovas became land owning nobility, a far cry from their humble peasant beginnings. They did try to fight the Turkish invaders before finally settling on a truce. The vizier of the Ottoman Empire, one stationed in Varna had allowed the nobility to keep their lands and practice their Orthodox Christian faith. Taxes would be levied and paid straight to Constantinople, which the nobles did unwillingly of course. Who would want to pay tax to their oppressors for land that belongs to them? That was what most of the conquered states felt in those days.

The night was quiet, eerily so and I held Nikki in my arms. The puppy snuggled close and I wondered what took Klaus so long. I heard a thud outside and I looked out the carriage horrified to see the guards falling one by one. No… We were under attack. Somebody had taken over the carriage I was in and the horses started riding away. I looked out seeing the driver dead on the ground, his heart ripped out.

"Help!" I screamed at the top of my voice. "Niklaus!"

I wondered if I should just make my escape but the carriage was moving at high speeds. The driver whipping the six horses into full speed. I was shocked when a cloaked figure in black leapt inside the carriage through the window. I was truly terrified and leaned back against the seats. The man lifted his hood away and I found myself staring into a pair of familiar forest green eyes.

"Anthony…" I called his name. I was shocked that he was there, sitting right in front of me. I hadn't seen him in almost three hundred years.

Anthony gave me a smirk. "Hello Eleanna…"

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, shocked that he was in the carriage and he had taken me away.

"I'm taking you hostage," Anthony said with an easy smile. "In return for my siblings' safety."

"This is crazy! You can't kidnap me!" I cried. Anthony shook his head. "I have no choice Eleanna. Klaus has to stop hunting down my siblings. He has no choice but to accede to my demands."

"You know he will never do that." I fumed and folded my arms. "Klaus does not negotiate. He will hunt you down himself."

"I have his most precious possession Elly. He will comply." Anthony shrugged and leaned on the carriage seats. I stared out the window. "Where are you bringing me?" I asked him minutes later.

"We're going to Greece." He said and gave a smile.

January 1493

It was long trip through Eastern Europe and then down south to Greece. I finally had a chance to see Athens. A beautiful, wondrous city, I was with Anthony and he introduced me to others as his wife. Strangely, I was not perturbed by it. Anthony brought me to see the ruins of the Acropolis and other sights in the ancient Greek city. We stayed in a grand palace outside of Athens. I was playing with Nikki that January afternoon. Throwing a small leather ball about in the room and watching as he chased eagerly after it. It made me laughed in delight as the puppy's small legs would leap after the ball.

Nikki brought the ball to me and I threw it again. Anthony laughed softly seeing us as he walked inside the drawing room, a letter in hand. I turned and smiled at him seeing the tenderness and warmth in his green eyes. Anthony gave a sigh and sat down.

"What is that?" I asked him, seeing the letter in his hand. The waxed seal had been broken.

"My spies said that Klaus has been burning villages throughout Transylvania and Hungary looking for you. He's currently in Bavaria now."

I looked at Anthony. "People will die because me. Many innocents."

I wondered about Klaus. I hadn't seen him in two months. It was terrible the first few weeks without him. I had missed him horribly. But I had Anthony for company and, it wasn't all that bad. He was sweet and gentlemanly to me. And he was also very handsome and charming, I couldn't help the feelings that were aflutter in my heart whenever I was around him. Feelings that I had thought were long buried.

"I want Klaus to leave The Originals alone." Anthony spoke. "A truce. That is all."

"Klaus did not start it. Your sisters tried to have me killed." I said as I sat down. It was a lie but I sounded convincing enough. Nikki came towards me and I bent to carry the puppy up in my arms. He started to lick me and I giggled at how ticklish it was.

Anthony smiled. "I miss hearing that. Your laughter."

I looked at him and gave a small smile back. "I miss having you around too. Why did you leave?"

"Klaus had gone mad, staking Roxana and Adrienne that night. We were worried for our safety." Anthony said.

"You know I won't let him harm you…" I told Anthony. I really wouldn't. Anthony was too dear a person to me. I just wanted Darius and the three sisters gone. He only kept quiet. Anthony stood up, ready to make his leave. "We'll sail to Venice tomorrow and then ride to Florence from there."

"Oh…" I uttered. I then looked at him. "Can we come back to Venice for the carnival?" I asked him. I had always wanted to go there but Klaus would not bring me. He had believed that such carnivals were for courtesans.

"If you want to," Anthony smiled.

We only stayed in Venice for three days. Anthony bought me gowns, jewels and Venetian lace and glassware and we rode on to Florence in a carriage with armed guards. Anthony had a beautiful villa that sat on the hill, overlooking the Arno River. I could see the Ponte Vecchio in the distance and the dome of the grand Duomo as I stood on the balcony. It was a beautiful evening, and it was still quite cold. I heard footsteps and I turned around, seeing Anthony walking towards me.

"I hope you like your room," He said with a smile.

"It's very lovely." I sighed. It really was, fit for a queen or a duchess. The furnishings were grand. A large poster bed draped in light blue silk and damask. A huge armoire and vanity table and even a small fireplace. A rug made of mink spread in front. "Does Niklaus know that you have taken me?" I asked him.

"He thinks it's the Alpha." Anthony spoke.

"No…" I uttered. I stared at Anthony anxiously. "Anthony. There will be war. Klaus will attack the Lycanthropes."

"He is not stupid Elly." Anthony said in a firm tone. "Mikael is untouchable now. Klaus knows this. The Lycanthropes have infiltrated almost all the royal houses in Europe even the Vatican…One of the cardinals close to the Pope is a Lycanthrope."

I was surprised by the news. A Lycanthrope cardinal. Would he still practice his pagan religion in secret? It was just too strange for me.

"We will dine with Piero tomorrow," Anthony informed me. Piero di Lorenzo de Medici, son of the Il Magnifico. He would later be known in history as Piero the Unfortunate. The unfortunate son who could not live up to the greatness of his father. "There'll be a banquet in his house."

Anthony showed me around the city. We even went to the beautiful Tuscan countryside and to Siena. We headed to Rome, down south to Naples, and the Amalfi coast. It was delightful and I was bowled over by Anthony's charming and friendly personality. He was so different from Klaus. He never changed. He treated everyone kindly, servants and noblemen alike. Everyone in Florence who knew him, loved him. He had won the respect and admiration from others, one that was sprouted out of love and not fear.

Anthony would leave flowers on my table every morning and I would listen while he read me stories or excerpt of literature from Dante and Petrarch and the Greeks. He read to me Le Morte d'Arthur and I listened as Anthony told tales of Guinevere and Arthur and Lancelot. The tragic romance of Tristan and Isolde. I had fallen asleep listening to him and Anthony carried me to my bed, tucking me in.

I smiled at him one evening after dinner. We were taking a walk in the gardens of his Florentine villa.

"Why didn't you write to me?" I asked him as I sat on the marble bench and Anthony sat beside me. "You wrote to Elijah."

"I didn't think it would be proper." He sighed and just looked up at the stars. Anthony then smiled at me. "Were you happy with him? With Niklaus?"

"I suppose…" I shrugged. "He is my husband."

"Was he ever ungallant towards you?" Anthony sounded concerned and I was touched by it. He really did care about me.

"He's Klaus Anthony…" I said softly. "He'll put himself first. Klaus always does. But he does love me."

"I do not doubt that." Anthony told me. "You're easy to love Elly…"

"You wouldn't think so…if you really knew me Anthony." I told him and looked at him intently.

Anthony would hate me if he knew the truth. That I had Klaus hunt his siblings down. That I had betrayed The Originals and liaised with the Lycanthropes, their sworn enemies. And I did not want that. He meant a lot to me. No one could really love me for what I truly am. Only Klaus.

My days spent with Anthony were something I cherished. He was a dear friend and looking at him, seeing the tenderness in his eyes and his gentle smile, it was easy to fall in love again. With someone else. Someone so different from Klaus. Almost the polar opposite, where Klaus was fair-haired, Anthony had dark raven locks. His handsome chiseled features and deep green eyes were more masculine compared to Klaus' angelic Adonis face. Where Klaus was cruel and sadistic, Anthony was kind and thoughtful.

Maybe it was just me, feeding myself silly fantasies in my deranged mind. I had allowed myself to be free for the few months. Weaving my very own fairy tale. I even took off my wedding band. I was not Klaus' wife. No longer the Monster Bride. I was Elly, the damsel in distress. I was still the innocent wide eyed farmer's daughter and Anthony was the kind, noble hearted hero, my Prince Charming. He had me kidnapped from the Monster in my fairy tale. The monster who was my beloved husband, Klaus.

Florence was beautiful in spring. Flowers were in bloom and it would be Lent soon. I had decided to fast. Hoping to atone for whatever sins I had committed and be a good Christian. I wasn't baptized Catholic but I attended mass in the grand Duomo every morning seeking some form of penance. Secretly hoping to wash whatever darkness inside me away. I did not understand Italian but Anthony had a tutor to teach me. It was easy to fall in love with such a beautiful, lyrical language. Sometimes Anthony would come along with me to mass. He wasn't a very religious person but he came just to keep me company. Too absorbed in the humanist development that was happening in Renaissance age. I loved to listen as Anthony spoke of art and literature and everything. Anthony treated me as his equal, always wanting to know my opinion on things, never forcing his beliefs and ideals on me.

"The world will change soon Elly. It is already changing before our very eyes," Anthony told me one afternoon. We were having small picnic by the banks of the Arno. Something I liked to do almost weekly. It reminded me of the lazy afternoons spend by the river with my sister back home so many centuries ago.

I bit an apple and smiled at Anthony. "Why do you think so?"

"Religion doesn't have much hold as before." He said and smiled back. "People are opening their eyes."

I laughed and shook my head. "Isabella of Spain disagrees..."

Anthony scoffed. "She is one of the old ones, still reluctant to relinquish the dark ages."

"You never change..." I sighed and looked at him. "You're still so idealistic."

"Is that a bad thing?" Anthony asked me. He looked at me again with the heart fluttering tenderness. "It's nice to know that you stay your true self. A beautiful vampire poet at heart."

Anthony laughed softly. "And are you still the tragic mortal Elly?" He asked as he gently touched my hair. I breathed and laid my head down as I stare up at the bright azure sky and Anthony did the same, his head right next to mine.

"I can't die..." I said, almost sadly.

"That's a good development..." Anthony spoke. I turned to look at him and he smiled.

"Sometimes I see my sister." I told Anthony. "Do you think I'm mad?" I asked him. I did not want Anthony to think me mad.

"I think you just miss her a lot Elly." Anthony said. I felt his hand touching mine and I squeezed it. I smiled feeling it. It was comforting, peaceful and pleasant. Anthony was there right next to me. It would be all right I had naively thought.

Anthony kept his promise and brought me to Venice for the Carnival. We lived in one of the grand apartments in the Doge's Palace or Palazzo Ducale as it was known to the Venetians. Anthony compelled him of course. The masque ball was held right across Piazza San Marco. I had worn a grand blue gown of velvet and silk and my mask was gold and silver adorned with blue feathers that covered my eyes. Anthony wore a matching attire with full face mask that was white and gold.

We rode a gondola to the ball and danced. Everyone was dressed in such finery. The grand ballroom decorated with crystal beads, silk lanterns, velvet curtains, fresh flowers. Women and men in masques drinking wine and having conversations. There was this air of mystery, romance and scandalous intrigue.

"You look beautiful," Anthony smiled at me as we danced. I looked up at him and almost blushed. "You bought the dress." I said and looked down. "And the jewels."

"Yes…but the wearer's beauty outshines everything else," He said to me. I sighed and rest my head on his chest. Anthony only held me closer.

"I'm happy that you're here…" He whispered in my ear.

"I'm happy to be here…" I said softly.

I looked up the balcony on the second floor and saw a man standing there wearing a black and red mask looking down at me. He was dressed in red, deep burgundy, like the color of blood. I wondered why he seemed to look at me so intently. And then he was gone, that mysterious man. I wondered where he went.

Anthony pulled away and stared into my eyes. "I've asked a priest. A Catholic priest. Your marriage to Klaus can be annulled Elly. It has legitimate grounds." He said. I stared at Anthony, shocked that he would suggest it.

"Anthony…" I cried softly.

"Elly listen to me. Klaus forced you into marriage. It should be voided. You were not willing and there were no witnesses. If we were baptized in the Catholic faith. We could still be man and wife…"

"But Klaus?" I asked. Anthony shook his head. "You'll be happier with me Elly. I know you will. I will never treat you the way Niklaus did. You were supposed to be mine. My father wanted me to marry you. Klaus had kidnapped you instead."

I was surprised by the revelation. I had no idea. "What do you mean by that?"

"Elly I did love you. I still do." Anthony breathed and gently caressed my face. "I didn't take you away from Klaus. He took you away from me."

"I have to meet someone," Anthony told me before kissing my lips. "Stay right here."

I nodded and he went off, disappearing into the crowd. I had decided to walk around myself. The masque covering my face became a shield. No one knew who I am or how I look like. I could hide away and be someone else. I walked down the dim lit hallways. Couples were kissing and embracing in the dark corners and I blushed seeing the passions so brazenly on display.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned around. There stood the tall man, dressed in red velvet clothes and black leather breeches. He had worn a mask covering his face. It was half black and the other half red. I just stared at him. I knew who he was and I didn't know why but I wanted to run away from him. I had months of freedom. Anthony was wonderful to me. Maybe I could truly be happy. With Anthony. I turned to run but he had caught me and pulled me in his arms. I gasped and his hand covered my mouth before I could scream.

"Where do you think you're going Darling?" I heard my husband's voice as he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and leaned back, against Klaus' chest. He held me possessively, his arm wrapped around my waist like iron bands, as if he wanted to mould my form to his.

"You know I'll always find you Elly…" Klaus said a smile in his voice. "You can never escape me Sweetheart."

I stared up and saw his pale blue eyes. Klaus took off his mask and pulled me in. He kissed me deeply, possessively, staking his claim on me. Klaus took my hand and dragged me out of the palace halls. He brought me into large sailboat, that was anchored just outside the Palazzo and Elijah was there, sitting in the main cabin. Elijah gave a smile when he saw me. "Good to see you again Elly."

"Where is Anthony?" I asked Elijah.

"He's still in the ballroom." Elijah said in a cordial tone and continued to read his book. I looked at Klaus who suddenly looked annoyed.

"I want to say goodbye." I told my husband.

"That's not necessary Elly…" Klaus spoke in a curt tone. "Darius is there with him. A truce is drawn. I will not seek the others out so long as Anthony gives you up and that your life is not in danger."

I saw that Klaus was staring at my hand. "Where is your wedding ring?" He demanded.

"I took it off…" I told him coldly. My eyes staring defiantly into his.

"And why would you do such a thing?" He asked an edge to his tone. Klaus looked infuriated like he could erupt in anger at any moment

"Anthony tells me that our marriage is void." I stared at Klaus. "You force me Niklaus!" I screamed at him. "Is it true? Was I supposed to marry Anthony instead?"

I looked at Klaus before looking at Elijah. My husband kept quiet and looked away. Elijah gave a solemn look before nodding. "It was supposed to be Anthony. Father thinks that he was more suited for you. But Klaus being Klaus decided to take matters into his own hands…"

I sank on the chair hearing that. Things could have been different. They really could. I stared at Klaus almost numbed. "It was the other way round. You were the one who took me away from him…"

"What is done is done! You are my wife Eleanna!" Klaus spoke in a raspy tone.

"Why didn't you tell me Niklaus?" I cried and hit him with my fists. "Why didn't you!" I screamed. "You never gave me a choice!"

"Because there is no other choice!" Klaus screamed back at me. "You belong to me Elly! You always have!"

"No…" I shook my head as my tears flowed. "I did love him in my own way. I did! And I could have been happy Niklaus but you took that away from me. You took everything away from me! I hate you!"

Klaus was so angry that he pushed me away roughly before storming out of the cabin into the boat's deck. I almost landed on the floor if not for Elijah who had broken my fall. He held me as I sobbed and carried me to Klaus' cabin. There was Elijah, cleaning up after his brother's mess. Elijah had gotten so used to Klaus and I fighting through the centuries that he had learned to cast a deaf ear and be indifferent to it all. He'd be too rapt doing his own tasks to care.

I cried myself in bed that night. I wept quietly as the boat sailed down the Adriatic Sea, bringing me further away from Anthony. I had grown too attached to Anthony the past months. I had tricked myself into thinking that Klaus would never find me, that I would be safe in this lovely Renaissance bubble around me with my Prince. I was so wrong. So wrong...

I heard the creaking door and I knew Klaus had come into the cabin. I felt him getting in the bed and I moved away but Klaus pulled me right back into his arms. He kissed my head and embraced me from behind. I struggled and tried to get away but of course I couldn't. Klaus held me at my place. I sobbed harder and I turned around so I could hug him, burying my face in Klaus' chest as I cried, tears wetting his shirt. Klaus did not move. He just held me through it all. He let me cry in his arms.

Why was I even crying? Had I really gotten so attached to Anthony that I felt like I had lost him forever? Or was I crying for what could have been? Some hypothetical happy ending with Anthony in an alternate future. No... I never knew.

Maybe I was crying for that seventeen year old girl, in that small little village so long ago. A time of simple pleasures and innocence. The wide eyed, naive farm girl who did silly things like climbing trees and falling asleep beside the haystack with the goats nearby. The girl who listened as her father smoked his pipe in the evenings, telling her stories and legends. The girl whose mother who nagged at her to be more like a lady and her sweet elder sister who tied her hair in neat braids. I was crying for the girl that Anthony had fallen in love with. The girl I no longer was.

I moved and stared at my husband's eyes. Klaus looked at me and I saw it in his pale blue irises. The love he had for me. Obsessive and dark. Broken and all consuming but it was the same love I had for him. It was then I realized as perfect as my time with Anthony was, it was all a lie. I could never belong to Anthony. I could never truly be happy with Anthony or anyone else. I was Klaus' and he was mine. We were joined to the hip. The true 'twins'. Klaus smiled down at me and brushed my tears away before kissing my forehead firmly.

"Don't leave me again Darling…" He whispered and moved to kiss my neck, nibbling and licking it.

"You know I can't be without you…" Klaus told me before his fangs sank into my throat and my blood flowed into his mouth. I closed my eyes as he drank my blood.