I hope you like this chapter, it's not as good as the last chapter but it's a necessary chapter for me to be able to move on in the story plot. Thanks to , Mellie Hoelcher, BloomBee and SupernaturalLove! You guys are the best!

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Chapter 6:

Kristina felt soft fingers twist and lightly pull her raven curls but decided to ignore it, snuggling more into the warm surface cradling her slumbering head. She let out a growl of irritation when her pillow, placed under her head, started to shake up and down lightly. The soft chuckle started to fill the silent morning air; strangely it harmonized with the movement of her headrest. Her grey eyes flared open to revile her, so called, pillow. It was the familiar sculpted chest of, no other then, Niklaus. She shot up, trying to back away from her master, giving herself a headache from the speed of her movement.

"You should have told me you were a cuddlier, love." He said finishing with another chuckle as he stretched his muscular arms. She couldn't help but blush as she noticed how perfect he looked in the morning.

The though made Kristina wanted to slap herself as she heard her own though echo in her head. His unusual short wavy hair was ruffled, going in about every direction, and his eyes seemed full of life.

"What time is it?" Kristina said harshly rubbing her grey eyes, a yawn escaping her rose lips.

"It must be past your wake up call." He said raising his eyebrows slightly in a mischievous way.

"What would make you say that?" Kristina whispered gently rubbing her temples.

"A maid came in about an hour ago, acting crazed. Yelling hysterically, that you where no where to be found." His face was conjured up in a confused state, mimicking the maid facial expression. It changed suddenly to a big smirk, before he finished his story. "Till she saw you in my bed." His words hit her like a train; "I though she was going to pass out but she politely excused herself, leaving with her tail between her legs."

Niklaus sipping his drink with a slight grin when he observed her face, it held anger, hatred, fear and embarrassment.

Kristina couldn't believe she had been so oblivious to the fact that someone could see her. She was on panic mode; she leaped out of bed and head for the door. Before she was safely out the door strong hands pulled her back to the bed by the waist.

"What's the rush, love? No "good morning, love" or good morning kiss?" He said edging towards her lips. She shoved herself out of his grip, anger filling her eyes yet again.

"What has gotten into you? I don't like you. So, no good morning greetings or snugging." She said point in finger into his chest, her grey eye hard as stones.

"I don't know what you imagined in your head last night but nothing happen. I am your servant. Not your play toy, yes I am here to satisfy your living and housing needs, not your sexual needs. Find some whore to do that dirty work." She spitted out, dashing madly out of the room before he could digest what she said.

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She plopped herself down into an armchair in the big library, in the opposite wing of Nik's room. Kristina hadn't seen him since this morning and she was overly joyful because of it. She knew the consequences would be grave but she didn't feel like manning up just yet and decided not to check in with him tonight. Even if there was a possibility that he might even kill her for disobeying so drastically but she didn't care, she wanted to die right now.

Maybe she was being a little dramatic but she missed her family, correction her siblings. She could care less of her horrid parents. Emily and Luke, they must have been heart broken when she left, Kristina was Emily's best friend and Emily was hers. She particularly raised Luke, no doubt. With her mother always paying attention to Emily's growing illness, she barely had time to give a growing boy the attention he needed.

On top of missing her siblings, she was still grieving over Athan's death. He was her friend, her shelter, her lover; Kristina thought she couldn't live with out him at first, which was half true. She felt truly empty in certain parts of her heart. Her siblings and Nina were the only things pushing her to go forward, pushing her to move on and try to make the best out of her tragic situation.

Athan was in the past, the faster she recognized it, the fast she learned to live without passionate love for him in her heart.

Kristina twisted in the big armchair as she remembered her past with Athan; it brought tears to her eyes. All the times she snuck out into the corn fields to meet him and the moments that they had to satisfy with just the long lingering looks, when they where in front of their parents. All the times they hadn't settle for the lingering looks and all the heavenly nights they had spent together. Emily was the only one in the whole world, aside from Athan, that knew she wasn't a virgin anymore. They had tried to speed up the marriage process and went ahead, enjoying the honeymoon early. It was actually Kristina's idea to eloping, she had always wanted a child and Athan seemed like the only man she would ever be with. It only made sense to seal the deal of their marriage with her being with child. Her parents wouldn't settle for a child to be born out of wedlock. They would have to get married; it was the perfect plan till complications occurred. They tried, boy they tried, but Kristina never got pregnant and once her 17th birthday rolled around, the news of her being sold for the safety of the family became known to her. Everything seemed to have crashed down since then.

Where was she now in her spiraling down life? She felt like she was at rock bottom, though she knew this wasn't the end of her pain but only the beginning. The beginning, suffering heart brake, after heart brake, after heart brake.

Kristina was now in a confused state, she was his servant nothing more, she was nothing special but something below special, she was worthless, just another play toy to him.

Kristina wanted to slap herself, to snap herself out of the ocean of pettiness she was swimming in. She couldn't think like that. She had to live on, to finally finish the seven years her family owed the monsters. But would she survive to see the light of tomorrow? Everything seemed to fall down to Niklaus.

It upset her beyond belief. Why him? Why couldn't it be Elijah? Why did she have to be loyal to him? It perturbed her, the feeling in the bottoms of her stomach whenever she saw, heard, spoke or though of him. It was different from the excited feelings she had felt for Athan. He seemed so right and safe, while Niklaus screamed of danger and darkness. The danger and darkness she yearned for, it wasn't like her. But then again, she didn't know who she was anymore; she wasn't the strong confident girl Nina spoke of. She was broken beyond repair. The old her wouldn't have let her life get so out of hand. She was broken, but who truly broke her?

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