Vince was lying across the bar, pouring beer from the tap straight into his mouth. Enid's was practically empty now. The attack on Roxie's grandmother had sent everybody running. But now he wasn't so sure he should have sent her running. He took one last pull and then sat up again, clumsily jumping off the bar and landing on his face on the floor. Then he stood up and went over to stare out the open door and into the moonless night.

Finally, he took another deep breath, grabbed his coat and went to look for Roxie. He found her in a strip club, surrounded by male dancers while she crooned "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls. When he came in, she was just finishing. When she saw him, she burst into laughter and called to the guy standing by the stereo. "How about an encore, Steve? My inspiration just walked in the door!"

The music started up again and Vince blushed, averted his eyes and went up to the stage. "You're drunk," he said. "Come home with me."

She giggled. "You're trying to take advantage of me, aren't you?"

"No!" He frowned and shook his head. "You need to go to bed!"

He picked her up off the stage and carried her out the strip club door. She was laughing insanely. "That's a good idea! We should all go to bed! And then you can make me eggs in the morning!"

He just shook his head. He wondered where he should take her. Her parents had enough to deal with now. There had to be somewhere else. "Hey," he said. "Where do you want me to drop you off?"

"I told you," she said. "I want to go back to the house and get in bed with you!"

"What's your second choice?" He asked. "Do you have any responsible relatives I can take you to?"

Roxie nodded. "Well, there's my uncle. He's pretty responsible and he doesn't live far from here. But I thought I was going home with you!"

Vince shook his head. "Now isn't a good time. So I'll take you to your uncle's, you can sober up, and then we'll talk in the morning." Eventually, they found the house and Vince debated what to do about Roxie. He didn't feel he knew her aunt and uncle well enough to ring their doorbell, and given what she said about their old-fashioned outlook on life, they probably wouldn't look kindly upon a young man bringing a drunk girl to their doorstep so late at night. Finally, he put her on the front step and rang the doorbell insistently before heading off.

Elijah and Susan were packing their bags when they heard the doorbell ring. "Who could that be at this time of night?" Susan wanted to know. "I hope it's not anything that will keep us here too much longer. I'm beginning to hate this place."

"You aren't the only one," Elijah said, preceding her down the stairs. They opened the front door and Roxie fell inside. "Hi!" She said. She looked up at them and grinned. "Fancy seeing you here!" She tried to stand up and just fell down again.

"Are we drunk, perhaps?" Elijah asked her. "Where are your parents?" He was having the most horrible flashbacks from when Klaus was younger and he'd had to bring him home.

Roxie nodded. "Maybe just a little. But its only cause Daddy killed Grandma."

"What?" Elijah's eyes widened. "You can't be serious!"

Roxie shook her head. "Not Daddy grandma, Mommy Grandma. Mom went home with Adrian and Helene, and I don't know where Daddy went. Could I lie down for a second? I don't feel so good..."

Before either Elijah or Susan could stop her, she threw up on their new Persian rug. Susan put her hand to her forehead. "For the love of god, why did this have to happen now?"

Roxie looked up. "What's the matter? I feel much better now."

Elijah was looking at his niece with distaste. "Well it's your own fault you felt bad in the first place. Now let me take you upstairs and then I'll get somebody to clean up this mess."

Susan sighed. "No, I'll do it." Once he was gone, she called one of their servants to handle the carpet. "Do what you can about that," She said. "And forget about the bags. Bring them all back inside. Looks like we won't be going anywhere for awhile."

She left him to his business and went upstairs.

"How's it going in here?" She asked. She saw that Roxie was asleep. "Did she fall asleep on her own, or did you help a little?" She asked Elijah.

He sighed. "I helped a little. I'll call Selina in the morning and see if she can't come here and collect her."

Selina woke up in a strange bedroom with Rusty resting across her feet. "Hey," she called. "Adrian! Adrian!"

Adrian came running in. "What's the matter? Are you all right?"

"Sorry," she said. "I just wanted to make sure I was where I thought I was." She surveyed him. He seemed very tidy. "You and Uncle Jake didn't bury Mom yet, did you?"

He came to sit next to her on the bed. "I don't know if that's really a good idea if she's going to wake up in a few days anyway. She's at your house in one of the upstairs rooms. She's not going to rot or anything, is she?"

Selina shook her head. "I don't think so. I mean, I didn't."

He hugged her. "So are you going to have a talk with Dad?"

She shrugged. "I don't know if there's a point, really. Your father's logic is different than everybody else's, so sometimes it's best to just leave things alone."

"You know," he said, "You can stay here for as long as you want. You don't have to go home today."

She nodded, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "Thanks, but I think it would be best if I went home and faced what happened. Besides, you have your own life here and I don't want to interrupt it any more than I already have."

Selina's phone rang. "That's funny," she said. "It's Uncle Elijah. I wonder why he's calling? Probably to tell me goodbye. He and Aunt Susan were supposed to leave today, you know." She put the phone to her ear. She listened to him talk for a few minutes and then shut her phone. "It seems your sister was brought to Elijah's house drunk last night."

"Are you going to yell at her?" Adrian asked. "She's only sixteen, you know."

Selina shook her head. "This isn't going to sound very parental, but I don't really blame her. She was the one who found Mama's body. And I think she knows that it was your father who attacked her too. That's a lot of weight to bear. I was drinking when I was her age."

"Really?" Adrian asked in surprise.

Selina nodded. "So of course she's not going to be in bad trouble. I'm just going to make her understand that drinking until she blacks out should only be a last resort. But I'll put on a show for Elijah and Susan of course, so they don't think I'm being a negligent parent." She gave Adrian one last wave and drove to Elijah and Susan's who met her at the door with a very pale Roxie. "Here she is," Elijah said, pushing Roxie in Selina's direction. "I assume you're going to have a stern talk with her?"

Selina nodded. "Of course I am. Thank you so much for taking her in last night." Roxie whispered something in Selina's ear. "Oh, and I'm very sorry about your rug." Then she took Roxie and led her to the car.

When they were on the road, Roxie looked at her in the review mirror. "All right," she said. "Let me have it. Tell me what I bad kid I am for being so stupid as to get myself drunk last night. Oh, and I crashed my bike, too."

Selina sighed. "I don't blame you for the drinking. I've gone that far many times before. In fact, the way Damon and I finally reconciled was that he came to rescue me from a bar after I went and got hammered because I accidently slept with my cousin."

Roxie raised an eyebrow. "No way!"

Selina nodded. "Yep. And he came and got me. Drove me home, brought me to bed, tucked me in, and brought me a hangover cure in the morning. So how are you feeling now?"

"I'm good," Roxie told her. "Much better."

"So where would you like me to drop you off?"

"Could you drop me off at work?"

Selina nodded. "Sure." She dropped Roxie off at Enid's and then went home, afraid of what she would find there. Klaus met her at the door. "Just where have you been?" He asked. "I missed you last night!"

Selina brushed past him. "I'm sorry. I was freaked out over your little stunt last night, so I spent the night at Adrian's."

"And you didn't even call? I could have been planning a romantic dinner or something and you never would have known!"

Selina scoffed. "Oh, yeah. I believe that. That's just what you do after you kill your mother-in-law: plan a romantic dinner with your wife!"

He began massaging her neck. "Oh, come now. You know she's not going to be dead forever. She'll wake up in a couple of days...just like you did."

"Oh, yeah?" Selina pulled away and turned back toward him angrily. "Then what do you plan to do with her?"

He shrugged. "My plan is to get her to face her fears. To make her turn, so she finally knows what it feels like. I'll have to make her kill someone though. She probably won't do it on her own. And then you'll give her your blood, she'll be a hybrid, and everyone will live happily ever after."

Selina shook her head. "No. That's not going to happen." She slugged him in the jaw so that he hit his head against the armoire and fell to the floor. He growled and got up just as Selina pulled a bedstead free of the bed, and rammed it into Klaus' middle, impaling him against the wall.

"There," she said. "I'll be leaving now." She headed out the bedroom door and downstairs, but he managed to catch her just as she had her hand on the doorknob. "Wow," she said. "That was quick."

"You didn't think you'd be able to keep me there, did you?"

Selina shook her head. "Not forever, but at least long enough for me to go away. And take my mother with me. You're not making her a hybrid."

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because it's not a good idea," she said.

"So you want her to be a werewolf and struggle through the change every full moon? That's what she's afraid of. If I make her a hybrid, it won't have to be that way."

Selina scoffed. "You just want to make her a hybrid so you can manipulate her and use her like you do everyone else in your life."

"You think I manipulate and use you?" He asked. "Now I'm hurt."

"I don't care," Selina said. "You'll just have to deal with it."

"You know," he said, "You're no fun anymore."

"Well, not everybody can be."

He grabbed her by the hair and began dragging her toward their bedroom. But she was able to fight back and by the time they reached the bedroom, they were both panting and exhausted. "You should have just carried me," she said. "I'm surprised you even made it so I had the opportunity to fight back." He threw her on the bed, tied both her wrists to the one remaining bedstead and ripped off his shirt, unbuttoned hers, and then, after cutting his chest so that a large trickle of blood flowed from it, he threw himself on top of her, forcing her to suck blood from his chest. This went on for some time and he played with her while he waited. When he finally pulled away, her face and chest were covered in blood. "How are you feeling?" He asked her.

She looked up at him. Her pupils were jet black and dilated. "More," she whispered. "Give me more..."

Laughing, he cut his wrist and she grabbed it and began sucking greedily. Eventually, she pushed it away, and with drops of his blood still clinging to her lips, she ordered him to untie her so she could kiss him. He obliged and she threw her arms around him, kissing him deeply. He put her underneath him. She stared up at him with wide, innocent blue eyes. "What are we going to do now?"

He grinned and ran his fingers through her hair. "Whatever you want."

They didn't do anything really big until nightfall. As soon as Roxie was asleep, they snuck out of the house and headed next door where they roused their sleeping neighbors and compelled them to go down to the pier and kidnap a group of kids and chop each one of them to little bits. Then they removed the compulsion once the murders were complete. They let their neighbors scream for a second, and then Selina ripped out their larynxes and sucked them dry befor throwing their bled out bodies into the water. Then, they got into the kids' boat and drove it around the lake a few times, looking up at the stars. Then, Selina yawned. "I'm tired. I think I need to go to bed." Klaus parked the boat back at the pier and took Selina home, tucking her in. "I've got a big surprise for your birthday," he whispered to her.

"What is it?" She asked drowsily.

He grinned. "You'll see it eventually. When you wake up." He watched her until she fell asleep, then took a good amount of blood from her hand and put it in a bag. Surprisingly, she didn't awaken. Then, he put it in a safe place and went to check on Amelia to see if she'd awakened yet.

"I have," she said drowsily. "Where am I?"

"Our basement," he said. "Everything is going to be all right now."

She locked eyes with him. "What am I now?"

"You're human," he said. "You're not a vampire anymore. Now, I want you to go outside and kill the first person you see."

Amelia nodded. "Okay," she said flatly. Klaus led her upstairs and sent her outside. She came back an hour later covered in blood. "He fought," she said. "It took awhile to kill him."

"You did well," Klaus said to her. "Have a good rest now. You've earned it. And make sure you pack some clothes. We're going on a little trip tomorrow."

When Selina woke up again, she was in a moving vehicle. "Oh, what now?" She huffed. "Where are we going?"

"Good morning to you too," Klaus said. "I wondered when you were going to join the land of the living."

"Answer my question," she snapped.

"First, we're going to reunite your mother with your father," Klaus said patiently. "And then you and I are going to Vegas for your birthday."

She frowned. "You're sick. "So we're just going to drop Mama's body on the porch?"

"Of course not," Amelia said. "I'm right back here, dear."

Selina turned. "What? How?"

Amelia shrugged. "Apparently, I'm a hybrid now."

"And you're all right with this?"

Amelia nodded. "I should have done it years ago!"

Selina grabbed Klaus' hand and bit down hard, causing the car to swerve and run off the side of the road and into a ditch. When they all emerged, Amelia said, "Selina, what did you do that for?"

"I didn't want him to turn you into a hybrid," Selina snapped. "And he ignored me on purpose!"

"Or it could be that you're just jealous because she likes my plan instead of yours," Klaus told her. He put his arm around her and moved it down her back towards her butt. "If your hand moves down any lower," she said through her teeth, "I'm going to sever it from your wrist."

"Let's not fight," Amelia said. "We have to find a way to get where we're going, because I refuse to walk."

"Oh, all right," Selina went off the side of the road and into traffic. She saw a car she liked and flagged it down. When it stopped and the driver opened the door for her, she got inside and bit deeply into his neck, draining him. His wife and child were in the back seat. Selina looked them over. There couldn't be any witnesses. She grabbed the wife and banged her head once hard against the window, removing the blood spatter with her finger and licking it off. She made a small nick in the woman's neck and watched the blood drip down, waiting to see how long it would take before she licked it off. Then, using the keys that were still in the ignition, she ran them along the woman's neck, drawing more blood, which she sucked eagerly. When the woman was dead, the only person in the car was the little boy.

"Are you going to kill me too?" He asked.

"Not now," she said sweetly. "I'm going to let you run. If I catch you, I will kill you. But if I can't catch you, I'll let you go."

The boy gulped and unbuckled his seatbelt. Selina came around and opened the door for him. The second he got out, he took off running.

Selina looked at Klaus. "Want to join me?"

He grinned. "I love it when they run."

They chased after the boy. He was a good hider, but eventually, he got tired and they caught him. He struggled against Selina's grip, but it was in vain.

"I think you should have him," Klaus said. "You caught him."

Selina grinned. "I'm willing to share." They stood on either side of the boy and sank their fangs into his neck, sucking greedily while he screamed and screamed. Eventually though, he quieted and they threw him, limbs askew, into the nearby grass.

They stared at each other, breathing hard. Selina pulled Klaus to her and kissed him hard. He moved his hands under her shirt and began feeling her up. She ripped off his shirt and threw him into the grass. She ran kisses down his torso and then unzipped him and slowly stroked him.

He sucked in a breath, but she refused to let him have control. They made love for quite some time before Amelia came and found them, ordering them back to the car.

Smirking behind the wheel, Klaus dropped Amelia off at home and then he and Selina continued their drive.

"Why aren't we on a plane?" Selina asked.

"I thought this would give us a chance to talk," he said.

"About what?" She asked.

His expression darkened. "Why you felt it was necessary to run me through with the bedstead, for one."

Selina shook her head. "I'm not sorry for that. You were being a jackass!"

"I was not!"

"You were too!"

"Was not!"

"Were too!"

He pulled on the brakes and she hit her head on the dashboard. "You don't say I'm right and I'll do that again," he said. "And you don't want a concussion on your birthday."

Selina narrowed her eyes. "Let's just not talk, okay?"

They continued this pattern for several days until they finally arrived in Vegas. "And just in time too," Selina said, shutting her eyes against the bright lights on the strip. "My birthday is tomorrow."

"Interesting that you were a Halloween baby," Klaus said.

"Not just Halloween," Selina said. "Born during a full moon, too." They found their hotel and got in the room. "I don't know about you," he said, stretching ostentatiously, "But I feel like a shower."

"Me too," Selina said. "But you can go first."

He turned to face her. "Not exactly what I had in mind." She gave him a look. "Fine," she said at last. "It would help conserve water."

She followed him into the shower and they washed each other off thoroughly. When they were in bed that night, she asked, "So what do you have in store tomorrow?"

"That's a surprise, birthday girl," he grinned. "I'm not going to tell you."

Klaus woke Selina up bright and early the next morning. "Why?" She asked him. "Why can't my first present be to sleep in as late as I want?"

"Because we have to be at the tour bus in half an hour," he said, throwing clothes at her. "Dress, please!"

She dressed and then he took her out to a blood red bus with the words Tragic Tours written in bold black on the side. "We're going to see all the haunted spots in the city," he said. Selina followed him onto the bus and the bus began moving. Many of the spots they saw were dull and uninspired. Then, they reached the grand finale: A circus tent where a tighrope walker had been eaten by alligators in 1939 and her lion tamer fiance had committed suicide by arsenic poisoning soon after. The legend said that every ten years, the fiance returned from the grave to seduce a tightrope walker so he could kill her and steal her body for his fiancee to occupy. So far, she hadn't shown up.

"Sounds a lot like Adrian and Helene," Selina whispered. "Except that Helene did show up."

Just then, Selina smelled something funny. "I think I smell smoke," she whispered. Klaus nodded. "Me too."

Then, one of the other guests on the tour looked up and pointed out flames creeping along one of the walls. "Let's all get out in an orderly fashion!" The tour guide called as everybody scattered. "No pushing or shoving please."

Selina looked at Klaus and grinned. "Want to see how many we can catch?" He nodded. "Why not?"

It was actually pretty easy and by the time they left the circus tent, they figured it would be more than just the tightrope walker's fiance that would be haunting the circus.

"What now?" Selina asked as they walked around hand in hand.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Want to gamble until sundown? I don't have anything planned until then."

They spent the rest of the day in the casinos and left fabulously wealthy. They went back to the hotel and changed clothes, and then Klaus led Selina to the car again. They drove out to a nearby cemetery that was overrun with weeds and poison ivy. Klaus held Selina's hand as they navigated the labyrinth of tilting, crumbling tombstones. "Is this place supposed to be haunted too?" She whispered.

"No, but apparently, it's a favorite spot for teenagers to come and make out on Halloween." He pointed. "See?" Selina spied the two kids making out and Selina said, "You shouldn't do that in a cemetery! Let's grab them!" They made quick work of that pair and four others. Finally, Selina collapsed on top of the grave marker shaped like a table top. "I couldn't eat a thing," she said. "Except for maybe cake."

Klaus grinned. "Stay right there." He went to the car and grabbed a box with a chocolate cake in it out of the trunk. She stuck candles in it and then blew them out. They had a few pieces each and Klaus gave her her present: a pair of diamond earrings shaped like little coffins.

"Those are so adorable!" She said. "Thank you!" She put them on and stood up. "Now, I want to do something impulsive." She kissed him and they began pulling at each other's clothes and backing up further and further until a misstep against a broken tombstone sent them sprawling into an open grave. But that didn't stop them. They just kept going until they were finished. Then, Selina looked up at the moon. "It's so beautiful," she said.

Klaus kissed her again. "Happy birthday," he said.

Klaus and Selina weren't the only ones celebrating Halloween. Enid's was holding a costume party. Roxie went as a French maid and Vince went as Mickey Mouse. They didn't tell each other about their costumes beforehand. They wanted it to be a surprise. After a couple of hours, Roxie was bored and feeling particularly bold. She looked around for a guy to take to bed with her. "I'll go," a guy in a Micky Mouse costume said. She nodded. "Okay, whatever." They were making their way upstairs when Vince snuck out from a closet where he was getting more napkins. He happend to know that the man with Roxie was a notorious seducer whose costume was a lame attempt to make himself seem harmless. He put on his mask and snuck up behind them, pulling his lookalike away and locking him in the closet. Then, Vince followed Roxie into the room.

"Take off your mask," She said. "I have to at least know who you are."

Vince took off his mask and Roxie groaned. "Oh, it's just you."

"Why him and not me?" Vince asked.

Roxie rolled her eyes. "Fine. But first the costume has to come off, okay?"

"Okay," Vince agreed and slipped it off. Roxie sucked in a breath. He was completely naked now. He strode toward her, confident and casual. "Have you finished all your cleaning?" He asked her.

She shook her head. "No. Am I in trouble?"

Vince grinned and shook his head. "Not if you spend a little time with me first."

She heaved an exaggerated sigh and pulled off her dress. "All right, Master. But what will your wife say if she finds us?"

"I don't care," he said and picked her up to put her on the bed. Roxie grinned. "You know what? Neither do I."

Two months later, she was battling an upset stomach that wouldn't go away. Then, she missed her period. She went and found her mother. "I think I might be pregnant," she said quietly.