Chapter Nine:

I felt Kol's arms leave me and were replaced with somebody else's.

"She's not dead and I got the information," Kol said defensively.

"Well hand over the information," I heard Klaus order from a different part of the room.

Who was holding me? Elijah?

"Jessica and Louis Forge live in Ashford, in England," Kol said truthfully.

"He's telling the truth," I managed to whisper.

"Elijah, give her to me," I heard Klaus say.

Then I felt Elijah's hand gently hand me over to Klaus.

"Thank you, Brother," I heard Klaus say.

Then there was that strange whizzing motion. My breath caught in my throat. I felt something soft beneath me. There was a strange noise before I felt Klaus's wrist being pressed to my mouth.

"No," I murmured. "I don't want to be a vampire," I said my voice barely in a whisper.

Klaus chucked. "It won't make you a vampire. Drink it."

I didn't want to but something deep inside me compelled me to. Gingerly I took some of the blood from the wound before swallowing it. I felt a hand stroke my head.

"Good girl. Get some rest," Klaus's voice said, but I was already falling asleep.

I awoke to a different smell than the smell that I had woken to for the past few days. A pattered red duvet cover filled my view. The duvet cover in my room was white. Where was I? I looked up and saw Klaus sitting on the end of the bed. Was this his room?

At that precise moment, Klaus turned to face me.

"How do you feel?" he asked slowly.

"Sleepy," I answered and Klaus smiled at me.

Klaus bent down and picked a steaming mug off of the floor before handing it to me. I sat up and took it gratefully.

"How long have I been here Klaus?" I asked quietly as I wrapped my cold hands around the lovely hot mug.

"Eight days," he answered not looking at me.

I stared at the floorboards as I sipped the hot chocolate.

"How many of this days have I spent unconscious?" I asked curiously.

"Two when I first met you and one just then," Klaus answered with a smile. "It wasn't Kol's direct intention to hurt you," Klaus said.

"He thought of a way to get words out of my father and almost killing me fitted in nicely there, so it was his second intention," I answered.

"I'm sorry," Klaus said.

"Which mistake are you apologising for?" I asked.

"Most of them," Klaus replied with a smile.

"Thank you," I said after a pause.

"It's okay," Klaus replied brushing off the complement.

"No, thank you. You saved my life," I explained.

"I saved your life AGAIN," he smirked.

This time I smiled too. Then Klaus sighed and lay back on the bed next to me. I suddenly noticed that my mouth tasted really … odd. Metallic almost.

"Why does my mouth taste funny?" I asked.

"That may have something to do with my blood," Klaus replied with a small smile.

I moved my tongue around inside my mouth as if savouring the taste.

"It tastes really weird," I said frowning.

"That's not exactly the reaction that I was expecting," Klaus smiled as he looked at me, I smiled back at him.

"You said that drinking vampire blood doesn't turn you into a vampire," I said. He nodded. "What does?" I asked curiously.

"Why?" he asked with a smile. "Were you thinking about possibilities?"

"NO!"