When Aimee finally opened her eyes, she was in a luxurious, king sized bed with red, silk sheets and a
black canopy that was closed, shielding her from the rest of the room. She remembered Kol snapping
Damon's neck, and Klaus kidnapping her…or would it be witchnapping? Whatever he did, she knew it
wasn't for anything good. She searched around for her cell phone, not really believing she would find it.
If you kidnap someone, you usually take their phone so they can't call for help. Needless to say, she
didn't find her phone. A knock on the door startled her, so she did the first thing she thought of, hide.
In her hiding spot, which was a wardrobe on the other side of the room, she could see what was going
on. Klaus had entered the room with a tray of food. Then she realized, how stupid could you be to hide
from a vampire? They can hear your heartbeat…smell your fear. It's pointless to hide.

"You can come out of the wardrobe Sweetheart. I won't harm you." For some strange reason, she
believed him, and stepped out her hiding spot. "There's my girl. I brought you breakfast." He sat it
down on the coffee table at the edge of the bed. Aimee eyed the food suspiciously. "Now what reason
would I have to poison your food? I need you alive. Eat." She folded her arms across her chest.

"I'm not hungry." She said stubbornly. Actually, she was starving, but she wasn't about to cave in and
eat what he gave her, no matter how delicious that omelet looked. Her stomach then decided to deceive
her and growl at the thought of food, contradicting her statement. Klaus chuckled.

"Your stomach seems to disagree." She didn't eat before she went to the Grill, and add that to however
long she'd been there. She decided it was in her best interests to at least taste it. "How is it?" She
sighed. The food was actually amazing.

"It's fine." She lied. "Now are you gonna tell me what you want with me? Why did you kidnap me?"

"I'm afraid I'll be the one asking questions today-"

"I don't have to tell you a damn thing."

"You're very bold for such a small person. What are the Salvatores planning?"

"How the hell should I know? They never keep me in the loop. And even if I did know, what makes you
think I would tell you?"

"You wouldn't want anything bad to happen to your sister would you?" He threatened.

"What have you done with my sister?!" She started to freak out. How did he know anything about her
sister? How did he know she even existed?

"Nothing…if you cooperate. What? You thought they didn't have vampires and werewolves in New
York? You should be relieved to know she's safe; my hybrids are keeping a close eye on her."

"Your hybrids?"

"Yes, I created them. It would be wise not to cross me, Aimee. And to keep you from being tempted to
leave, I'm afraid I'll have to take some drastic measures." He was suddenly in front of her, locking her
eyes in a trance, and she was lost staring deeply into his blue orbs. She couldn't look away, even if she
wanted to because he was hypnotizing her. "You will never leave this property until I say otherwise."

"I will never leave…" She repeated numbly. When she blinked, he was gone, but she knew he had just
compelled her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She finished her breakfast and decided that
if she was gonna stay here, she would explore…and she would make it her personal goal to be the most
annoying hostage this family has ever seen. She made her way down to the kitchen, peeking into rooms
as she went along to better familiarize herself. She found a study, with rows upon rows of books, a
cherry-oak wood desk, and an elegant maroon sofa in front of a black marble fireplace, which was the
centerpiece of the entire room. They also had a parlor, lined with couches that matched the sofa in the
study, and a stylish beverage bar with barstools to go with it. Down the spiral staircase was a ballroom
with white granite floors, gold marble pillars and a high ceiling, and the kitchen was gigantic. It even had
two ovens! The dark limestone counters wrapped all the way around the kitchen. An island sat in the
middle of it. It had a built-in cuttingboard and a handsome set of kitchen knives to the left of it. She
could've spent all day in that kitchen whipping up a bunch of…blood. That's all they had in their fridge.
Blood…gross. She should've expected that from a family of vampires. She went back upstairs to the
bedrooms and did some more exploring. She came across one room that was definitely a boy's room.
The bed was unmade and to the right of the bed was a slightly open bathroom door with steam coming
out of it. Someone was in the shower. There were clothes on the floor and hanging out of the dresser.
There was a TV with an Xbox 360…that's what gave it away. She started looking at the games until-

"It's pretty rude to snoop, Darling." Of course, it had to be his room. Aimee cringed at the conceited
voice she had learned to recognize. She turned to face Kol, whose wet, towel-clad body surely did not
go unnoticed. The man seemed to have a tight hold on her fear-o-meter, and turned it on as he pleased.
She thought if she just flirted with him a little, he wouldn't feel the urge to be an asshole all the time. It
was worth a shot, even though the idea could very well explode in her face.

"Well, I am going to be living here for while it seems. So, I figured I should get to know who I'm living
with." She couldn't stop staring at his body. She couldn't even tear her eyes away for more than five
seconds. She didn't want him to think she was into him. That would just put her in a whole other mess
entirely that she did not want to be in.

"Like what you see?" He smirked arrogantly and went to his dresser to dig for clothes. She rolled her
eyes, ignoring the question and tried to play up her flirty side, even though she was out of practice with
boys.

"I was just thinking what better way to get to know someone than to search their bedroom." She rolled
her eyes at herself for being so idiotic. Couldn't she have come up with anything better to say than 'oh I
was searching your room so I could know more about you"? What a creepy thing to say. She shouldn't
be this nervous. It's Kol for crying out loud! He looked at her for a second, and then seemed to agree.

"That could be true, but, if you really are interested like you're implying, why not come to me instead of
plundering about in my room?" She couldn't think of anything to say so she shrugged to keep herself
from saying something stupid again. It was hard to focus on words when he was standing there in front
of her in a towel, which he had then decided to let fall to the floor.

"Oh my God! Kol! Really?" Aimee's eyes jumped out of her skull and, before she could see more of
what she'd already seen, she immediately covered her eyes and dashed out the door.

"Until next time, Love!"