Aimee woke up to find that Damon was gone and replaced himself with a note that said,

"Aimee, I'm sorry I had to leave so early. Stefan needed my help with something Klaus related…it seemed
pretty important. So, I'll see you soon. Damon."

She walked downstairs to find Elena, Jeremy, and Jenna at the table, whispering something, but as soon
as they saw her, they stopped.

"Hey, Bonnie's coming over in a little bit. She wants to help you learn some spells." Elena said. Aimee
ignored her comment, and asked what she needed to ask.

"What were you guys talking about?" Their eyes shifted.

"Uhm, it wasn't really important." Elena lied.

"Well, it must be pretty important if you're keeping it from me and lying about it." Aimee snapped. She
was definitely having mood swings…she blamed her uncontrolled magical abilities…that or it may or may
not have been that time of the month. Jenna and Jeremy really wanted to tell her, but neither of them
said a word, so Aimee left and started walking to The Grill. She got there pretty quickly because of how
aggravated she was at Elena. It just wasn't her day today. And to top that off, some idiot in a black
Ferrari convertible zoomed past her, almost turning her into roadkill. The car came to a screeching halt in
front of the grill. She couldn't see the man very clearly except for the back of his head, which she glared
daggers at; she was marching over there to give him a piece of her mind. She was really a force to be
reckoned with today. He stepped out of the car, and that's when she got a really good look at him. She
forgot everything in that moment, forgot what she was going to say to him, forgot what he did, and
forgot what she was doing. He was a whole foot taller than her, with young features, even though she
could tell he was a couple years older. His body looked like it had been sculpted by angels, and she
wondered if his skin was as soft as it looked. He took his sunshades off and threw them in the passenger
seat, revealing a pair of mysterious dark-chocolate brown eyes. Then Aimee remembered what she was
doing and snapped out of her little daze.

"Hey you!" She shouted harshly. He whipped around at the sound of her voice.

"Are you talking to me, Darling?" Of course, all of the jerks in this town had to be sexy and British.

"Yeah you. You almost ran over me back there. What the hell is your problem asshole?" He looked
oddly amused that she was enraged and directing her anger towards him. He smirked, and then
suddenly looked very dangerous, like a cute cuddly animal that had just turned into a predator. Maybe
confronting him was a bad idea. He stalked towards her in a menacing fashion. He was five inches from
her face, looking much taller than she had originally thought, when he stated darkly,

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Her heartbeat quickened but she swallowed her fear and stood up to
him, because that's just the kind of girl she was.

"I really don't care who you are. Heed my warning and watch where you're going next time." She
turned to go into the grill, but he grabbed her wrist, pretty roughly, and definitely strong enough to leave
a bruise. He got so close to her face she could feel his breath touch her lips. Any flame of courage she
had was quickly extinguished.

"You know, I like pretty little things with sharp tongues." He growled, stroking her cheek as she glared at
him.

"Let go of me." She tried desperately to free herself, but to no avail.

"Kol Mikaelson. Remember the name Darling, because you will be seeing me again." He shoved her arm
away and arrogantly stomped past Damon, who was coming out of the Grill. Their eyes locked for a
second as they exchanged glares. Aimee looked down at her wrist, seeing the light blue bruise forming
on her skin. Then she got to thinking about his name. Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson. Klaus's brother?

"Aimee?"

"Oh, good. Just the vampire I needed to talk to." He put his hand up signaling her to be quiet.

"Shh; you wanna tell me why were you talking to Baby Klaus? I thought I told you to stay away from
them?" She told him what happened and why she had gotten mixed up in this conversation in the first
place. She was using hand gestures for emphasis and that's how Damon saw the hand-shaped bruise.
He too grabbed her wrist, but unlike Kol, he was gentle about it. "Did he do this to you?" Aimee nodded
and a pissed-off look formed on his face.

"Wait Damon, before you go and do anything stupid, I'm fine. There's no need to start any more
trouble."

"Oh, believe me, Kol started this, and I'm about to finish it." He went back inside the grill with Aimee
trailing behind, attempting and failing miserably to stop him.

"Please Damon. Let's just go. Don't cause a scene." Because that's exactly what he was about to do.
That's what he always did. He liked to make a spectacle of things. Kol was sitting at the bar next to
another man who had his back turned. They both had a glass with some kind of liquor in it.

"Don't you two have anything better to do then drink the entire alcohol supply?" Damon addressed
both of them and they turned around. The man sitting beside Kol was Nik. Kol ignored Damon and
smirked proudly at Aimee, like he had won some sort of bet.

"I told you you'd be seeing me again. You just couldn't stay away could you, Love?" Aimee rolled her
eyes. The one thing in this world she could not stand was egotistical jerks…and she had just recently met
the biggest one. Nik was looking at her in a way that she couldn't explain. It was like he was admiring
her, taking her appearance in and binding it to his mind…a little creepy, yes, but she was mesmerized. It
only lasted for a moment, before she felt the need to confront him.

"So, Nik how's your car? Or should I call you Klaus now?" She asked sarcastically. He smiled.

"I can assure you Sweetheart, I had good reason for lying."

"And what reason would that be? What could possibly be a good explanation as to why you would lie to
someone, break into their house, and then stalk them when it's clear they want nothing to do with you?"
Klaus suddenly looked infuriated. What was it about these Mikaelson boys and their extremely short
tempers? Kol and Damon were watching the scene unfold both with apprehension and curiosity.

"Well, it seems to me that you don't have a choice in the matter. Even with the Salvatores at your every
beck and call. I'm a Mikaelson. We always get what we want." He looked at Kol and nodded. It all
happened too fast for Aimee to realize exactly what was happening. Kol grabbed the sides of Damon's
face and snapped his neck, causing him to collapse to the ground. Klaus snatched her up and all she
remembered was moving very fast and everything going black.