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Chapter 8
Be careful who you trust, the devil was once an angel-unknown
The woods have to be my least favorite place in the world, but it seems that's where I'm always ending up. Even now with the moon hanging low in the sky I can't seem to find my way out of its tangled web of trees. Every which way I turn I find myself face to face with a thousand-year old oak that has stood the tests of time. To most people the trees, fresh air, and silence is calming, but to me they represent something completely different.
"ALBA!" I froze mid step, my body instantly tensed up. That sounded like Danny. I wait and listen, but I'm only met with silence.
"Danny!?" I screamed letting my senses take over as I tried to feel for her. I could sense her in here with me, but something's was blocking me from locating her.
"ALBA!" Danny wailed in pain as I took off like a bolt deeper into the forest. I didn't think as I dodged fallen logs and gnarled tree limbs; my only concern was finding her.
"Allba," A new voice taunted as I came to a slow jog when I realized I'm not making any progress. Everything looked the same; I couldn't tell where I'd been or was going. "Alllba," it whispered again causing a shiver to crawl down my spine. I tugged my jacket tighter around me when the temperature suddenly dropped leaving me freezing.
"What do you want!?" I yelled into the night watching my breath release a tiny cloud in the air. I could feel my body start to shake as the weather becomes more frigid. "Where's Danny!?"
"How do you plan to save Danny when you can't even save yourself?" The voice cackled making me clench my jaw as I hunched over for warmth. The trees are now covered in a thin sheet of ice as are my clothes. "We are coming for you Alba. We'll get you just like we got your mother."
"W-W-Who a-are you?" I sputtered buckling at the knees as I collided with the frozen dirt. The moon is long gone leaving me in complete darkness. I could feel something in the shadows watching me and for the first time in my life, I know I'm completely helpless. I cringed when another cackle sounded through my ears making me squeeze my eyes shut.
"It's not about who we are; it's about who you will become." I almost didn't catch the last part as my teeth chatter against each other. The wind had picked up leaving my face burning in its wake as ice filled my veins.
"I-I-I d-d-don't u-unders-s-stand," I choked out caving in on myself further as I started to go numb. My hands had long since turned blue rendering them useless.
"You will. But tell me something child, how does it feel to be completely alone?"
I woke with a start flinging myself to the floor with a loud thud that resounded through the room. The hardwood is cold as I laid in a tangled mess of silky sheets trying to catch my breath. I gulped as my dream reared its ugly head to remind me Danny isn't the only one with a time limit.
"Well I would be lying if I said that wasn't entertaining to watch," Klaus's light chuckles pulled me from my morbid thoughts as I sat upright. He's leaning against the door looking spotless in simple dark wash jeans that hung low on his hips and a grey v-neck that hugged his muscles in all the right places. "Bad dream love?" He asked causing a sigh to escape my lips.
"Something like that," I mumbled successfully freeing myself from the sheets and coming to a stand. I watched Klaus's amused eyes darken as he rakes his gaze over my body eliciting a surprising fire to spread in my belly. "What are you sta-"I don't finish my sentence as I finally see exactly what he is gawking at; which is his shirt covering my very naked body. It's a long sleeve white button down dress shirt that falls to just below my ass leaving little to the imagination. Well things just got a little awkward. I leafed through the memories of last night, but I'm drawing a blank after the bar.
"If you're wondering if we slept together, that would be a no." Klaus smirked enjoying my obvious discomfort at the situation. "Trust me sweetheart, you wouldn't forget something like that." His smiled only widens as I smirk despite myself.
"Where are my clothes and how exactly did they get off of me?" I crossed my arms challenging him with a simple raise of my eyebrow. He chuckled shaking his head as he tapped his chin in mock thought.
"I believe you told me that your body was too scrumptious to hide and I would be only so lucky to get a taste of you, then you proceeded to run through the apartment tearing off your clothes before passing out in bed. I took the liberty of putting one of my shirts on you." He finished pursing his lips as he tried his hardest not to laugh. I curse daddy dearest for giving me the useful no hang over trait, but not passing down his tolerance level. "And your clothes are in the dryer love, I could show you if you would like?" Klaus teased as I sighed with a shake of my head.
"No thanks, love," I smirked sauntering over to him with a swing of my hips. "I can find it myself and just so you know," I whispered leaning into him leaving little to no room between us as I gazed innocently into his hungry eyes. "I can handle myself; I'm not a damsel in distress, so let's not make me into one." I reasoned becoming serious for the moment. "But thank you again Klaus. Really." I nodded in gratitude unable to look away from his baby blues that haven't once left my face. I'm suddenly very aware of the heat radiating off his body as I unconsciously leaned in further to close the gap between us.
"You're quite welcome, love," Klaus said no smile turning up his lips as he means business. My fingers twitch at my sides with the need to run my fingers through his hair. "But there's something you should know," he paused cupping my face in one of his hands as his thumb ghosts over my lips, "I never considered you a damsel to begin with." He moved his eyes from my lips where they had been entranced for the last several seconds up to my eyes that are now staring at his plump lips. I realized with a start that I want to taste his lips; I want to know what it feels like to have his lips and body on mine. I want it so bad that I'm already moving to stand on my tip toes just so I can meet him half way. However, it's this sudden realization that has me taking a large step back widening the gap between us. I could sense Klaus's surprise and disappointment as his hand dropped uselessly to his side when moments earlier it was caressing my face. But this isn't me. I'm not this girl anymore, I never was.
"I'm going to go find my clothes," I said watching him nod as I left him to his own devices. I could feel my own disappointment as I searched the large penthouse apartment for the washer and dryer, but I reasoned that it's for the best. Klaus is a thousand-year old hybrid that has seen his fair share of exotic beauties and I'm an ordinary girl with extraordinary gifts that won't make it past her nineteenth birthday. I would destroy him.
Damon's POV
There are many things I like to pride myself on and being completely emotionless to a situation is one of them. Especially when the situation involves the disappearance of a girl who claims to be my daughter. I should be ecstatic that the little brat is out of my life, but listening to her voice mail for the fifth time is really starting to get on my nerves.
"Answer me damn it!" I hissed flinging the small electronic device at the wall where it shatters into a hundred tiny pieces. I started to pace the room as I raked a hand through my wet hair. When Elena left last night she took my piece of mind with her as I sat up waiting for an angry phone call that never came. I was so sure that Alba was just messing with me so I went to her house only to find it empty; no sign of her or Danny inside. Hell, I even drove to the bar in a last-ditch effort, but that provided the same results. Alba was nowhere to be found and I couldn't be more miserable. Of course, I didn't realize this until I was standing in the middle of the deserted street waiting for her lanky figure to come into view, but even I knew that was a long shot. Alba was gone and it was partly my fault.
"Aw, what's got your knickers in a twist?" I closed my eyes at the airy chuckle of the British bombshell currently standing in the doorway. I should have known that she would stick her nose where it didn't belong.
"What do you want Rebekah?" I smiled humorless taking in her tousled state. She's wearing the same clothes she left the house in last night and her hair is pulled into a messy pony tail. She looks nothing like the pristine classy bitch I'm used to seeing. "Well, well," I smirked strutting over to her smiling face, "did someone do the walk of shame this morning?" I teased lifting my eyebrows when she just smirks.
"I didn't walk, I drove…but not after my breakfast of course." She sighed licking her fingers making me roll my eyes. Always the drama queen.
"Who was the unlucky guy?" I asked ignoring the glare she sends my way.
"Just some bartender, Tony or something," she waved off his name turning curious eyes on me. "Why do you want to know? Did you want my sloppy seconds? I know how much you prefer them used." She snickered causing my blood to boil at her insinuation. I gave her a tight-lipped smile as I have to mentally restrain myself from lunging at her.
"Actually I'm looking for Alba, have you talked to her?" I gritted out not expecting her to know. So imagine my surprise when a slow smile turns up the corners of her lips. "You do know, don't you?" I leaned forward hopeful for once.
"I do, but I don't know why her location is of any concern to you. From what I have deduced you could care less about her so really you don't need to know." She taunted flicking her blond locks over her shoulders as she spun on her heel and started down the hallway. I felt the low growl bubble in my throat as I flashed in front of her, blocking her way.
"Rebekah, I'm only going to ask this one more time. Where is Alba?" I threatened narrowing my eyes as she did the same. The tension in the air thickens as a smirk slides over her face. What I wouldn't give to remove her head completely from her body.
"Okay, Damon I'll tell you, but first I want to know what you were doing last night?" She raised an eyebrow in question when I clenched my jaw. She thinks she has me and from a physical stand point she does, but I'm Damon freaking Salvatore. No one makes me feel inferior.
"I was with Elena last night," I grinned widely crossing my arms. "She needed me."
"More than your daughter needed you?" Rebekah asked searching my face for a reaction. On the outside what she said didn't faze me, but on the inside it feels like someone just punched me in the stomach.
"Elena will always come first," I answered automatically ignoring the unusual churning in my stomach. I watched as Rebekah nodded her head already expecting my answer even before I voiced it.
"Well that's good Damon because Alba doesn't need you." I glared as her words twist the knife in my heart further. "She needs someone who will be there for her, someone who will protect her even from herself; she needs someone who won't make her second choice." I openly winced as she said the last part all too aware of what second choice felt like. She shrugged side stepping me to get to her room. But before she disappeared through her door she turned back to me a genuine smile sliding over her face. "So I guess it's a good thing she's with my brother." She winked at me slamming her door shut with finality along with any second thoughts I had about Alba not being my daughter.
There are many things I have done in my life that some would say are impossible. Like outrunning a pack of very pissed off werewolves on the full moon or killing two vampires with one butter knife. But I think this might just be my biggest challenge yet. After changing back into my jeans and black v neck from last night I managed to find my chucks with little problem. I clearly overestimated this apartment, it's massive with at least ten rooms all used for various things. Which is why sneaking out right now is proving to be rather difficult. Luckily for me, I just stumbled into the spacious living room that is all black marble and cherry wood that will aid me in getting out of here quietly.
"Leaving so soon love?" The British accent caressed my ear as Klaus whispered teasingly behind me. I sent a look of defeat towards the large oak door that would have been my escape hatch before twisting around and coming face to face with the hybrid. He's wearing a cocky smirk that sent an unwanted shiver down my spine. "And here I thought we were passed you sneaking off on me." Klaus fake pouts making me shrug innocently.
"What can I say? Old habits die-hard." I smirked as does Klaus before he firmly, but gently takes my hand in his. Meaning I'm not forcing you to follow me, but if you don't come with me there will be consequences.
"Come on sweetheart, I have something to show you that might change your mind." Klaus said peaking my curiosity as he led me through the number of useless rooms until we reached a balcony I hadn't noticed before. I waited until he opened the sliding glass door before he gestured for me to go ahead. "Ladies first," he smiled knowingly as I gave him a look before taking a hesitant step outside. Instantly, I'm hit with the salty scent of the sea as I walk further outside to the edge of the balcony.
"Oh my god," I breathe at what I find. Houses, thousands of them carved into the side of the cliff we are currently standing on. All connected with stairs or paths that lead to the main part of the island where I can see large white washed buildings with half spheres on top the color of the blue skies. Everything gleams in the morning sunlight including the dark waters that sparkle like diamonds in the sunshine. I can already see people getting started on their chores for the day as they move from one place to the next. It's the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed in my life. "Klaus, where are we?" I asked already well aware of where we are. I've wanted to come here since I saw a picture of it on a brochure ten years ago.
"We are in Greece, Santorini to be exact." He informed me still keeping his distance though I could feel his eyes drinking in my reaction.
"How did you know?" I questioned never taking my eyes from the gorgeous land in front of me.
"I know a lot of things Ms. Martinez," he answers cockily making me roll my eyes.
"When did you talk to Danny?" I asked him spinning around so I can see his bemused smile. He chuckles rubbing his chin bashfully.
"Last night, I wanted to make sure she had somewhere to stay while you were gone." He answered rather quietly before turning his attention to the island around us. I don't know what to do as I watch this man in front of me. I'm not oblivious to his past, but right here in this moment I can push pass that. So, for the first time since my mom died I open up to someone other than Danny. I think I surprised Klaus when I suddenly flash in front of him only to throw my arms around his neck as I crash into him.
"Thank you so much Klaus," I whispered into his shoulder as he hesitantly hugs me back. I don't think anyone has willingly hugged this man in his life and that thought kind of makes me sad.
"You're welcome," he whispered back finally reacting as he locked his arms securely around my back crushing me to his chest. I know when we get back to Mystic Falls this moment won't mean anything, but right now it means everything to the both of us.
Damon's POV
"These images tell a story…" I vaguely heard Alaric mutter in the background as I block yet another punch Elena throws my way. I volunteered to help with her training, now I'm starting to second guess myself, as the work becomes tedious. "To learn the story, you have to decipher the images!"
"Sloppy," I tell Elena bored as she makes a half assed attempt to stake me. She gives me an exasperated look as she rips the stake away from me.
"Shut up! I'm new at this." She states already getting back in her fighting stance. The girl is determined I'll give her that, but she couldn't kick Hellen Keller's ass let alone a vampires.
"Ghost of Christmas Past" Mason Lockwood set up the cave…" I begin glancing to Alaric who is hanging on my every word. I don't have to look back at Elena to know she is lifting her foot for the kick nor does it take long for me to catch her leg before releasing it with a gentle shove. "And led us to a weapon that can Klaus." I say leaning back as Elena takes a swipe at my neck.
"Yeah, but doesn't Mikael have a weapon?" Elena grunts out as she tries to plunge the stake straight into my heart. However, I catch her wrist with no effort preventing the wood from moving further towards me.
"Yes." I said looking her in the eyes as she tries futilely to budge my hold over her. "Which probably means the wall will lead us to Mikael, who we have already found... and lost." I sighed, spinning Elena around and positioning the stake that had been earlier pointed at me over her heart. "Bang, you're dead." I whispered nibbling her neck for added effect before she shoves me back rather annoyed.
"These images at the very least might tell us what that weapon is." Alaric muses still examining the photos as Elena joins him. I hang back watching the two discuss as I try not to gag at their optimism. Even if we do find a weapon to kill Klaus and that's a big if, we might never get a chance to use it, making this whole situation worth nothing.
"Then all we have to do is find out what they mean." Elena replies breezy making it sound like a walk in the park.
"Fine! Fine! If I am being irritatingly optimistic like you two...how do you suppose we do that?" I ask my lack of hopefulness present in my voice.
"Well, if the story is about the Original Family living here, then we go straight to the source!" Elena replies chipper pushing away from the table to grab her bag. I share a look with Alaric as we watch her walk to the door.
"Just where do you think you're going?" I inquire as she opens the door only to look back to me with a satisfied smile.
"The school, I have a blond original to find." She grins slamming the door in her wake.
"Well that will go over well," I huff sarcastically turning back to Alaric who is immersed in the hieroglyphics. I take this time to slip my new phone out of my pocket as I check the screen eagerly. I white knuckle the small device when I find no missed calls or texts waiting for me.
"Alright that is the fifth time since you've been here that you've checked that thing," Alaric looked up leaning against the table holding out his hands. "What's up with you?" I gave him a tight-lipped smile while fiddling with the photos on the table.
"I may or may not have ignored a call to pick a drunken Alba up at a bar outside of town so I could spend more time with Elena." I revealed picking up one of the photos to inspect it further. In reality, I was just avoiding the disappointed head shake I am receiving from Alaric right now.
"Where is she now?" Alaric asked crossing his arms disapprovingly as I tossed the photo down in aggravation.
"I don't know! I've been calling her since last night and she won't pick up!" I answered agitated with her and myself.
"Yeah, probably because you're a dick," Alaric pointed out oh so helpfully as I deadpan at him.
"Not helping Ric," I bite starting to pace around the room. "I know she's alive too because Rebekah told me she's with Klaus." This seems to catch Alaric's attention as he straightens up at the news.
"Alba is with Klaus? How? Why?" He fired off the questions one after the other. I throw my hands up in defeat.
"Do I look like I know why Klaus does what he does?" I yelled sarcastically running a hand through my luscious locks. "The point is, she's with Klaus and we have to get her back." I told him noting the way his eyes are watching me in understanding.
"Call her again." It's Alarics only useful statement out of this whole conversation. I quickly take the phone out of my pocket and press 1 as I listen to it ring.
"The thirty sixth time should be the charm," I grunted listening as it keeps ringing. I'm just about to slam the phone down in frustration when the sarcastic tone I've come to anticipate answers.
"What do you want Damon?" Alba's voice is flat and to the point.
"Alba," I breathed looking to Alaric who has his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Where are you?" I cut to the chase as I search for my leather jacket. "I'll come get you."
"Sure thing Damon, I'm at O'Malley's. Oh wait! No that was last night." I heard her chuckle at something on the other end of the line as I grit my teeth.
"Alba. Where. Are. You? I'm not going to ask again." I growled bewildered as to what has come over me. In situations like these, it's always best to keep your cool yet knowing that Alba is god knows where with Klaus! Now that has me furious.
"Damon, I'm only going to tell you this once," she answered lowly matching my tone, "you don't have any right to call me and demand to know where I am. I am not one of your little humans that you can bully when you please." She spat in disgust making me clench my jaw in anger. However, what I heard in the background has me splitting the table right down the middle.
"Come on Love, I gave you that back in promise for your coöperation. Now I need you to hold still." I see red as his voice assaults my ears. I want to tear him a part with every fiber of my being.
"I know you're with him Alba. He's dangerous and an Original. He can't be trusted." I breathed through my nose as I try to reason with her. I catch both of their chuckles at that.
"You should know by now Damon that I don't trust anyone." She laughed before the dial tone fills my ears. I don't waste time in chucking the phone at the wall once again in pure anger. Two phones in one day must be a record. Alaric doesn't look the least bit deterred as I start to tear apart his apartment. Chairs, tables, bookshelves, whatever I can get my hands on is upturned and smashed against the wall. It's only when I'm huffing in the middle of the floor that Alaric chooses to speak up.
"When did you finally accept that she was your daughter?" It's a simple question one that needs little thought to answer.
"The moment I almost chose her over Elena."
"Would you hold still Love? I'm almost done." Klaus's exasperated voice rings out making me roll my eyes.
"When you asked me to pose for a picture, I thought you actually meant a picture. Not a freaking sketch." I replied moving my lips as little as possible. Klaus has me sitting on a lone bench outside of a beautiful white washed building with a dark blue half sphere at the top. Its breath-taking, but I would like to actually go inside at some point. "Sneaky bastard."
"I heard that," he sent me a look as I shrug innocently. But he's not distracted long as he goes back to his sketch pad. I'll admit I don't mind watching him work. He has such an intense look of focus that creases his face while his hand moves swiftly and precise over the page. It's like a wave of calmness crashes over him when he sketches and he becomes an open book. I like what it does to him. "You're staring," he murmured distractedly not once looking up from his sketchbook.
"Where did you learn to draw?" I asked curiously returning back to my position looking out over the water. It looks inviting with its gentle waves and the boats dotting the horizon.
"All over really," he said still sketching away, "I first began drawing when I was just a boy. But back then all I had was a knife and a stone wall." He chuckles to himself remembering some distant memory that he's not willing to share. "Eventually as times changed and I went from one place to the next, there was always someone who could teach me a little here or there."
"You're not going to tell me Van Gogh taught you how to paint, are you?" I snorted sarcastically laughing to myself. "Wait!" I gasped turning wide eyes on Klaus, "Did you help him cut his ear off?"
"Very funny Ms. Martinez," Klaus answered dryly as I go back to smirking out at the water. "Actually Van Gogh didn't know his warm colors from his cold when I met him. I can't tell you how many hours I spent teaching him how to properly hold his paintbrush, the man was a disaster." He huffed clearly still harboring some unresolved feelings for the artist gone mad. I bite my lip to hide my smile at this.
"Was there anyone else you taught?" I wonder aloud watching a little boy, no older than six, playing on the edge of the dock. He's adorable with shaggy black hair, sun-kissed skin, and the cutest puffy cheeks that any grandmother would grab in a heartbeat.
"Picasso, Da Vinci, Michelangelo…"
"Whoa wait," I twisted my head to peer at Klaus who is watching my reaction in amusement. "You taught Michelangelo, the Sistine Chapel Michelangelo, how to paint?" I asked in disbelief. Now I'm not a fan of art, but I remember pictures of the Sistine Chapel and it was beyond words.
"Who do you think helped him paint that ceiling?" Klaus raises an amused brow at his question. I just sit back stunned breathing out a laugh.
"That is…amazing." I shook my head a genuine smile curling up my lips as well as Klaus's. The compliment seems to have caught him by surprise as he doesn't immediately stick his head back in his work.
"I could take you there." Now it's Klaus's turn to leave me surprised as I refuse to look at him. I know what he'll see, he'll see the hope I have hidden deep within me at the prospect of seeing the world. I don't mean just the supernatural world, but the grand design that so many vampires are talking about.
"Take me where?" I play dumb adjusting in my seat so I'm sitting cross-legged on the bench.
"The Sistine Chapel…Rome….Paris….Great Wall of China," I chuckled at the last one still holding strong as I find the little boy from earlier with my eyes. He's still happily playing with his toys unaware to the evils that this world holds. I envy his innocence.
"Sounds perfect," I sighed finally looking to him painfully aware of the offer I'm about to turn down, "for another girl." I watched Klaus's grin falter at my revelation. "Maybe you should try Caroline; she seems more like your type. Blond, overly optimistic, easy," Klaus clenches his jaw at that scrutinizing me through narrowed eyes. This is the first time since I've met him that he hasn't been completely cordial towards me.
"Go back to your position, I'm almost finished." He stated emotionless as I nod obeying immediately. I ignored the churning in my gut as I find the little boy once again. It makes me wonder if Klaus was like that when he was little. Did he play with an imaginary friend near the water like this little boy? Or was he just as closed off and obscure like he is now? I shake my head at that last thought, refusing to believe it. "Done. Let's go." Klaus stood abruptly already packing up his things in swift movements.
"Don't I get to see it?" I question standing up as well stretching my legs. I wonder again for the third time where everyone seems to be, but then again Klaus did mention something about a fish market on the other side of town.
"No." He answered hard. I obviously wounded his ego as he roughly throws the sketch pad into his backpack. I know I thought an Original vampire carrying a backpack was hilarious when I first saw it too. "Come on." He commanded already walking away briskly refusing to look back to see if I'm following. I cross my arms and shake my head. I am not a dog, he cannot tell me when and where to follow him.
"Ass hat," I muttered twisting on my heel in the opposite direction. However, I twist just in time to catch flailing arms and the high-pitched scream of terror as the little boy from earlier falls over the dock. "No!" I yelled running as fast as I can without the help of my abilities to the edge of the dock. Without a second thought I plunge head first into the cold abyss where bubbles remained from the little boy's fall. It's darker than I expected due to the dock obscuring any sunlight that might filter through to guide me. But that doesn't stop me from spotting the little boy below me still struggling to fight to the surface. I don't waste time swimming down and scooping him up as I swim to the top. I break through the surface just in time to have someone yank me and the little boy up with little effort. I don't have to look to know it was Klaus that had pulled us out, I'm too busy on the little boy who is coughing up water and shaking violently in my arms. "Shh," I cooed hugging him closer to me, "Its okay, you're going to be okay." I whispered breathing in the warm summer air.
"Adrian!" I tilted my head up at the large shadow that falls over us just in time to see the panicked face of what I assume to be Adrian's mother. I'm proven right when the little boy starts to cry harder and wiggles out of my arms to run over to her. I watch as she picks him up and crushes him to her chest muttering in Greek. "Είσαι καλά; Αγοράκι μου!" I looked down at my soaked clothing suddenly too pained to watch the scene in front of me.
"Need a hand love?" Klaus asks softly extending a large hand to me that I take gratefully. Once I'm on my feet, I'm blindsided as I'm crushed to the woman's chest as she weeps into my hair.
"Ω, σας ευχαριστώ! Σας ευχαριστώ, σας όμορφη γυναίκα! Είστε ένας άγιος! Ένας άγγελος στάλθηκε από τον ουρανό για να προστατεύσει το γιο μου."The woman yelled pulling away to kiss me on each cheek before she scurries away down the dock. I just stand still watching her departing figure as I try to piece together what the hell just happened.
"What did she say?" I asked Klaus who is watching me in amusement and another emotion I don't understand.
"She said you were a saint, an angel sent down from heaven to protect her son." Klaus smiled the earlier tension gone as he looks me over. "Do you just make an impression everywhere you go?" He asked amusement dancing in his eyes as I smirk.
"Why blend in, when I was born to stand out?" I asked him as we start the long trek back to our hotel.
"Wise words for someone so young," he mused placing his hands behind his back. We walk in a thoughtful silence as I try to think about what I'm going to do about clothing. I guess I can just dry them again, but I somehow managed to rip a gaping hole in my right pant leg. "You're going to need some new clothing," Klaus pointed out coming out of his thought process.
"Thank you for the observation captain obvious," I rolled my eyes and shove him playfully so he knows I'm kidding. "But I don't think your shirt will do for the rest of our stay." I bite my lip when his eyes darken at the picture. I blame Greece for my lack of control.
"Well," he begins smirking at me out of the corner of his eye, "I believe I can help you with that."
"Let's go sweetheart! I don't want to be late for our reservations!" Klaus's annoyed tone filters up to me as I stand in front of the mirror examining myself. I should have known better than to trust Klaus when he said he could help. I smooth the simple white dress that hangs perfectly off my body. It's a spaghetti strap with a v cut that is a little tighter around the top before it runs down and flows around my knees. Airy and gorgeous as it brings out my dark skin and black hair. Klaus did a damn fine job….if I actually wore dresses. "Alba!" I roll my eyes at his impatience as I flip a few curls behind my ear. Luckily my hair was willing to coöperate with me as it falls in fat ringlets passed my shoulders. I descend the stairs slowly as I watch Klaus in amusement as he stands with his back to me, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He looks down right sexy in the same dark jeans from earlier, but he switched his V-neck for a black button down that makes his back look yummy.
"You yelled?" I said watching him spin around in surprise.
"I didn't hear you come down love." He smiled before his eyes slowly trail the length of me only making his grin widen. "You look ravishing." His gazed stopped when it lands on my feet. "I wish you would have let me buy you some new shoes." I look down at my ratty old chucks with fondness.
"Ah but Klaus hasn't anyone ever told you that the flaws are what make an individual unique?" I hummed as I come to a stop in front of him. I don't miss the twinkle in his eyes as he taps his chin thoughtfully.
"Some would beg to differ," he answered looking down thinking about something completely different.
"Well I'm not just anyone, now am I?" I smiled looking away when he actually laughs, the dimples in his cheeks momentarily distracting me.
"No you most certainty are not," he whispered holding my gaze for a few seconds longer before he takes a step back. "Shall we?" He asked holding out his arm which I take with a shake of my head.
"We shall."
"So besides you're in the closet artist status, what other talents do you have?" I questioned cracking the crab leg in my hand to get to the tender meat inside. Klaus managed to get us reservations in the nicest seaside restaurant in Santorini which no doubt means he either A. compelled his way in or B. he paid a very generous amount of money.
"I possess many talents Alba," he said a twinkle in his eye as I catch the innuendo. "But I'm more interested in you." He said putting down his glass of scotch. Yes, Klaus booked us in the fanciest restaurant in town just so he could watch me eat. Am I complaining? No, a woman never complains over free food.
"I thought you might say that," I sighed wiping my hands on a napkin and sitting back in my chair. We are seated outside on the patio away from the hustle and bustle of the staff inside. Luck would have it that we are the only people out here giving us the privacy that I'm sure Klaus bought for us. "So you and I are going to play twenty questions." I smirked when he leaned forward intrigued with my statement. The light from the candle casts a soft glow over his face making him appear younger.
"Alright, I'll go first. Why did you come to Mystic Falls?" Klaus is quick to jump right in as I contemplate just how much to reveal." Ah now come on love, don't hold anything back." He grins liking the fact that he has the upper hand. I glared, but obey knowing I'll get him back for this.
"I came to Mystic Falls in search of Bonnie Bennett." I shrugged taking a big gulp of the liquid fire in my glass.
"Why?" Klaus fired making me grin in amusement.
"Ah, Ah, Ah," I tsk wagging my finger at him. "It's my turn to ask the question. Why are you in such a frenzy to make hybrids?" I asked watching him scoff as he opens his mouth to tell me his cookie cutter answer. "I mean the real reason Klaus…don't hold anything back." I smirked when his jaw visibly clenches as I use his words against him.
"I don't want to be alone." He surprised me by stating bluntly. His face becomes impassive as he asks his next question. "Why were you looking for the Bennett witch?" I gritted my teeth as I look out at the moon as it hangs over the water.
"I needed her help." I don't elaborate and I can see it's really starting to ruffle Klaus's feathers as he huffs sitting back. "Is your fear of being alone the reason you staked your siblings and toted them around in coffins for the last eight hundred years?"
"I staked them for different reasons and I believe it's my turn." He smiled humorless not liking the attention being on him.
"What did you need the Bennett's help for?" He asked curiously changing moods on the drop of dime. I inhaled a long breath as I begin to tell him.
"I needed her help in searching for a cure…for Danny. She's sick and if I don't find one soon she is going to die. I have tried everything else and nothing works even vampire blood." I finish staring down at my empty glass willing it to fill up with more alcohol. There's a moment of silence as I climb out of my hole of pity I've reserved for showers only. "Have you ever wanted to be human again?"
"Never. Why would I want to be a weak pitiful human when I am a god?" He answered haughtily reminding me just how much he needs to be put in his place.
"Because the weak and pitiful humans have more heart and soul than you'll ever possess in all your lifetimes," I told him straight fully aware of the bear I'm poking. I watch hurt quickly flicker across his face before it's replaced with rage. "But there is something that you have that never fails to amaze me."
"What's that?" He growled softly still angry yet intrigued about what I could possibly say. I leant forward so I'm close enough to smell the minty scent of his aftershave over the table.
"You're drive. You know what you want and you go for it. You give it your all and that right there is what will make you great. Not your army of hybrids, not your ability to go from vampire to wolf in seconds. But the way you put your heart and mind behind every decision you make. It's a rare quality Klaus, you're very lucky." I sighed running the napkin through my fingers as I avoided his eyes. As much as I try to be a bitch to the man, there's just something about him I can't stand to hurt.
"Waiter," He's the first one of us to break the silence as he signaled the young man over our table. We wait patiently as he fills our glasses before retreating into the guests inside. "You're wrong you know." I glanced up wearily as it's my turn to be unsure of what is coming. Klaus isn't even looking at me; he's staring into his scotch as it swished around in his cup. "There's never nothing to do when it comes to saving a life." He told me softly his gaze meeting mine. He doesn't look angry anymore, in fact, he looks somewhat content.
"Unless you know of a witch that could help me find a cure then I'm doing what I have to when the time comes." This caught Klaus's attention as he eyes me in suspicion.
"Just what exactly do you plan to do love?" He asked though by the way his mouth is turning into a thin line I think he already knows. I shake my head as I look out over his shoulder to the small ally behind the restaurant. I see different color lights pulsating around a cluster of people as they dance to a sultry music selection. It looks fun enough and as I glance to Klaus's hard face I think this just might be good for him. I smiled as I scoot back from the table ignoring Klaus's raised eyebrow.
"I'm going to dance," I grinned standing up and walking past him, but not before bending down to whisper in his ear.
"Are you coming?" I asked seductively forgetting for a moment who I am and who he is. He looks taken aback for moment before recovering with a secretive grin of his own.
"Wouldn't miss it love," he purred taking the hand I extend to him as he trails me to the group of dancers. I easily slip into the middle swaying my hips to the beat of the drums. It's easy to lose myself to the music especially when Klaus places his hands on my hips from behind. I had no doubt that he would be able to dance and he doesn't disappoint as he falls into sync with me. I reach up and intertwine my fingers behind his neck as I rest my head on his shoulder. It's hard to keep focused when he's this close to me and the way he's moving his hips against mine almost sends me into a frenzy. "You are quite the dancer," he whispered against my ear sending my stomach into knots.
"I'm surprised you can keep up," I tease not expecting the low growl that vibrates deep in his chest. Nor do I anticipate the way his hands tighten on my hips before he spins me gracefully around until I'm flush against his front. He smirks down at me; his blue eyes alight with hunger.
"I believe you will find that there's not much I can't do," he rumbled making me bite my lip at the fire that just blossomed in the pit of my stomach. I watch his eyes fall to my lips when realization dawns on me. I have the original hybrid exactly where I want him. The control freak that always gets his way is completely at my will. This thought alone turns my lips up into a satisfied smile.
"Well," I begin drawing his attention back to my eyes, "there is one thing you can't do." I laugh lightly when he raises an eyebrow grinding his hips a little harder against mine which I meet in challenge.
"What's that sweetheart?" He murmured becoming entranced with my lips once again as he unconsciously bends down towards my face. I gulp at his seductive gaze and the way he licks his lips when he catches me watching. But then I remember I'm Alba Martinez and no one, not even the Original hybrid, will distract me from my plan. A wide grin splits my face as I stand up on my tip toes cupping his rough cheek in my hand as I ghost my lips over his.
"Me." I breathe smirking as I push against his chest and sashay my way down the alley. I don't need to look back to know he's watching me. I can feel his heated gaze lingering on my back while I take large gulps of the crisp night air. I'm not scared of the wrath of Klaus, no, I'm more scared at the fact that Klaus had me just as much as I had him.