Twisted Love
Season Three
1912
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Vampire Diaries, I only own Grace and Fayth :)
Mystic Falls, 1912
Two men exit the town hall after an important council meeting, one was Sheriff Gerald Forbes, he was a very trusted and loyal member of the founders council and the other was Zachariah Salvatore, a man who had continued the Salvatore name in that town after both Damon and Stefan were 'killed'.
"Will you get home alright, Mr. Salvatore?" Sheriff Forbes asked his good friend, he of course only wanted to assure people were safe in Mystic Falls which seemed to be an incredibly dangerous place "I can send for one of the police vehicles." He offered.
"Oh, a winter chill never hurt another, Sheriff Forbes." Zachariah tightened his cotton scarf around his neck and shoved his hands deep in the pockets of his fancy coats, it was no secret that the Salvatore's had built up a wealthy fortune with the use of the Salvatore Boarding House and other things around Mystic Falls.
"I'm less concerned about the cold front, more for your safety." The Sheriff replied, their small town was no stranger to danger and with them being on the Founder's Council they knew everything their was so know.
"One council men's murder doesn't make an epidemic, Gerald." Zachariah snorted it was ridiculous for them all to being to assume the worst, yes there had been a murder, but that doesn't mean the killer is still among them "Good-night."
"Good-night." Sheriff Forbes tipped his hat as he turned and stalked away from the confident gentleman towards his home which wasn't too far.
Zachariah placed his hands back within the soft pockets on his coat as he jogged across the road continuing to walk when he heard an eerie noise, he turned to look around but saw no one until he turned back and felt a sharp knife shoving into his stomach...
Back in the present day of Mystic Falls Sheriff Liz Forbes and Mayor Carol Lockwood were both walking towards the Police Station. They were talking about the recent killings and attempted killings in the town, history had certainly been repeating itself and the town had a habit of doing that.
"The mystery is not going to get solved any faster with you yelling at me, Carol." Liz told the Mayor in a firm voice, it was true and the only suspects she had for the killings she wasn't completely sure of in her heart.
"We have two council murders and an attempted murder on our hands. If you have a suspect, it is your duty to keep me in the loop." The other woman vented looking across at her right hand woman, they were both stressed about the towns killings and were just taking it out on each other.
"No, it's my duty to make sure I don't accuse an innocent person of being a serial killer." Liz countered as they walked down into the cells of the police station the Mayor eagerly in tow as they approached.
"Just, tell me who it is, Liz." Carol ordered as the Sheriff stopped outside of a cell, she looked inside to see the school history teacher, Alaric waiting in there rubbing his eyes, he had just woken up.
Alaric was still on the other side of the medium sized jail cell when Damon showed up, he wasn't happy at all, maybe it was because his drinking buddy was locked away for murder, maybe it was because he had lost Grace, or maybe it was just Mystic Falls getting to him, but he had a face like thunder as he spoke to his friend and the Sheriff.
"I didn't do it!" Alaric announced as he clasped onto the iron bars looking at the both, Damon believed him, when could this kind man ever kill someone, it just wasn't in him, not unless he had to.
"You're arresting him for what this nut job Dr. Fell says?" Damon growled in a hushed tone looking over at the Sheriff who looked at them weakly, she was exhausted for suspects and she couldn't risk letting a possible suspect continue to run around, however unbelievable it sounded.
"No, I'm detaining him." Liz answered trying to put the term of 'locking him away because he might be a serial killer' into kinder terms "The cell is for his own good. You were shot; Dr. Fell used vampire blood to heal you." She informed him.
Everything came flooding back to Alaric, he had been rooting through the doctors work stuff when he found a file on himself, with his name written in thick red writing, when he had turned around she saw him and was pointing a gun directly at him.
"Dr. Fell is the one who shot me!" Alaric growled in a loud tone and the Sheriff gave him a look that said 'keep it down' but he ignored her, the teacher was pissed that no one was listening to him.
"Because you came at her with a knife!" Liz countered narrowing her bright blue eyes at him, he growled as he turned around for a moment wanting to scream as loud as he could before he turned back.
"Yeah, with the knife I had found hidden in her things!"
"Are we gonna ignore the part where he is one of the killer's victims?" Damon suddenly ask, he was fed up with their petty human arguing when they were missing the main factor, why would Alaric try to kill himself "I mean, the guy was practically stabbed to death."
"Well, Dr. Fell suggested his wounds could have been self-inflicting." Liz basically told them that the teacher had tried to commit suicide which seemed like a rather unusual occurrence.
Alaric scoffed loudly looking over at the Sheriff "You think I stabbed myself!"
"Look, I think I don't know what to think." Sheriff Forbes admitted in a low tone, she had to keep the situation calm so they all didn't cause a scene "I've got nothing, except murder weapons from your stash and a respected member of a founding family pointing a very long finger."
"She is setting me up!" Alaric told her in a deadly serious tone, don't you think he would know if he tried to commit suicide or murdered two people, and one of those peoples was the dad of a very good friend of his "I'm being framed here!"
"Well, that may be so, but I don't have any proof of that." Liz answered shrugging her shoulders, her hands were tied and with the Mayor on her back every five seconds she needed results.
"Well then we'll find some." Damon spoke up in a sure voice, his best friend sure as hell wasn't going to jail because of some psycho doctor setting him up, he was pretty sure he knew Alaric pretty well and he wouldn't kill anyone unless he had to.
"No, just stay out of this, Damon. You getting involved is only going to make matters worse." Liz told Damon in a low voice, she didn't want vampires getting involved in this, they had their own problems with the Originals.
"Listen, Liz-"
"Don't make me out you in that cell with him!" Liz threatened pointing her finger at him like he was a small child.
Grace had been up bright and early that morning making Elena some breakfast before she went out for a jog with Matt. She was surprised when she got a call from Sheriff Forbes at the police station asking her to come and pick Damon up and to tell her that Alaric had been arrested.
She didn't hesitate in heading down there, as she walked into the warm room she saw Damon standing at the front desk with a look of scorn in his eyes as she approached him.
"What is going on?" Grace hissed as she crossed her arms over her chest, he watched her for a second before sighing heavily, the door opened again and Elena entered the room giving him a deathly look as she joined the conversation.
"Meredith shot Ric last night... She said he came at her with a knife and then turned him in saying he was responsible for the council members murders." He informed her and both Elena and Grace's jaws dropped open in complete shock "I know."
"And Sheriff Forbes believes that psycho? She knows that she blood jacked me, right?" Grace growled in a low tone and both Damon and Grace thought back to that night locking eyes with each other for a second before breaking it again.
"Sheriff Forbes doesn't know what to believe." Damon answered in a low tone, Elena saw the tension and hurt between them before before walking down into the cells to visit Alaric "But she does know she wants me to stay out of it."
"But you're Damon Salvatore and you're not going to." Grace added in a hushed tone, he watched her for a second seeing a torn look in his eyes, he reached out for her hand but she quickly tore her hand away from him tucking it into her skinny jeans pocket "Don't. Please." Her wounds were still raw from losing him, it hurt just being around him.
"I'm sorry." He whispered lowering his head, he couldn't help but still feel for her and that's what hurt him more than anything knowing he might have lost her forever, but he did want her to be happy, just happy with him "You know, me staying out of it seems just as good a plan as any." He was about to leave, but she stood in front of him.
"This is Alaric we're talking about, right?" She muttered looking up into his hurting icy blue orbs, it pained her just to look at him "He is your best friend, you have to do something." She told him, it wasn't a request more of an order.
"Well, I guess I could rip out Dr. False Accusation's throat out." Damon shrugged a little rubbing his chin with his thumb in a thinking kind of way "Maybe her tongue. You know, I could chew it up into little tiny pieces and feed it to the squirrels!" He added in a deeply sarcastic tone and she shot him a look.
"Damon." She growled in a low tone.
"Guess me staying out of it suddenly sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?" Damon countered in an equally low tone, they were almost nose to nose as they stood in the middle of the police station "I saved your sisters life last night. You're welcome."
"I'm grateful, but you didn't have to knock me out to do it." She growled shoving his chest a little, he barged her back against a wall holding her there tightly smelling her sweet perfume filling his nostrils.
"Like you would have had any part of that plan... I killed your friends mother, you would have tried to stop me anyway, and that would have been stupid!" He retorted raising his voice before looking around him and noticing people were looking, officers were looking, backing away he gave her a grim look.
"You could show a little compassion towards that." She whispered brushing herself off and letting out a heavy sigh, she felt so guilty for Bonnie, Damon had been the one to turn her mother into a vampire, she felt as if it was her fault, but it was to save Elena.
"I know, you're right." He muttered nodding his head a little before catching eye contact with her once again "Her and her mom must be really hurting right now. Should I send lasagne?"
"Now you're just being a dick, Damon." She hissed in a low voice and he scoffed a little "Why are you doing this?"
"Because now we're back to the way we were when we first met." He reminded her of the times when she wasn't so fond of him in a romantic way, but he lusted after her because he reminded her of Fayth, of course the circumstances were different now, she hated him for his attitude but loved him so deeply and he loved her for being her. "You hate me once again, the Earth is back on its axis."
Grace shook her head a little as she went to walk towards Elena who was waiting in the wings with a worried look in her eyes "You know what?" Grace turned to Damon who gave her a questionable look "I never hated you when we first met, I had the biggest crush on you, but you made me hate you with your attitude and you know one thing about this town? History repeats itself... Keep acting like this and you'll lose me all together, Damon." She muttered before turning and walking away with Elena.
When Elena and Grace knew they were alone they headed over to the Grill to grab a coffee and had been to visit Alaric, it had been a long night and a even more stressful morning, they both sat outside huddled together on a bench talking quietly.
"Any word from Bonnie?" Grace questioned in a small voice, there was a small part of her that was grateful for Abby's transition due to the fact Elena was alive because of it, but guilt quickly washed that away.
"According to Matt she doesn't blame me... But how can she not? Abby is becoming a vampire so that I could live." Elena let out a small sigh looking up at her twin who seemed to be deep in thought "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
"Just something that happened yesterday." Grace answered and her twin looked over for more information "Well, when I went out looking for you, after Rebekah called me, I ran into Caroline who had come up with a plan with Damon to kill one of the Originals, it was Kol." She informed her and Elena nodded for her to continue "So whilst they took care of him I was with Klaus."
"With Klaus?"
"Yeah and... and he asked me what I wanted from my eternity and I told him the truth." Grace answered in the smallest of voices "I didn't know... It's a long time to think about and I'm not even sure if I'll be in Mystic Falls in 10 years time or 20 years time, or who I'll be with, or even if I will still be alive." Grace added "I guess it's just made me think about my future and what I want from it."
"What do you want?" Elena questioned looking over at her sister, it was a tricky situation to talk about because it was such a long stretch of time to speak of.
"I want someone to spend my eternity with." Grace answered hanging her head "But... I wanted that person to be Damon, but now... He's just pushing me away and it really hurts." She added in the smallest of voices, small tears trickling down her face and she sniffled.
Elena couldn't find the words, she was going through the same thing with Stefan, she wanted him, but he seemed to be on the fence about her, it was all so confusing for her she couldn't even imagine what it must have been like for Grace with two men after her.
"Sorry." She whispered as she dried her eyes of her wet tears before standing and shrugging her leather coat on "I need to go, I'm going to go do some training, I'll catch you later." She told her absentmindedly.
"Training?"
"Vampire training..." She answered keeping her voice low "It's hard to explain." She answered vaguely before kissing her sisters cheek gently and zipping away from the Grill at supernatural speed leaving her sister sitting there confused.
Stefan was sat up in his room of the Salvatore Boarding house trying to write in his diary, but his throat of so dry, the blood withdrawals was getting to him and he felt like he needed blood more than anything on Earth. His hand was repeatedly hitting the table making an annoying knocking sound that emitted from his ring.
"Dear Diary." Damon walked into the room and the tapping stopped "A chipmunk asked me my name today. I told him it was Joe. That lie will haunt me forever." His voice was dripped in sarcasm and dramatics as he walked into the room fully.
"What do you want?" Stefan asked in harsh voice as he placed his diary back on the shelf where it belonged away from seeing eyes.
"I was hoping we could hang." Damon answered and he earned a look from his brother "You know, a little brother bonding. I know we don't actually 'hang out' we team up, we join forces, we activate our Wonder twin powers." He glanced down at his Lapis Lazuli ring with a smirk falling from his lips as he began to look through the book shelf.
"What are you doing?"
"Digging up clues." Damon answered fingering through some of Stefan's old diaries "Most of the Originals are gone, but we have a 'who done it' in town." He informed him "Do you remember when we came back for Zachariah's funeral?"
"Vaguely." Stefan creased his gorgeous forest green eyes at his older brother trying to work out what he was trying to do "Why?"
"If memory serves, he wasn't the first founder's council member killed that year or even that month..." He replied shortly, it was happening all over again, the deaths in Mystic Falls were matching up the same as they did in 1912.
Stefan rolled his eyes running his hands through his light brown hair, he already had to deal with the need for blood he didn't need the annoyance of his brothers stupid games too "Your point being?"
"I'm trying to remember what year it was." Damon answered in a harsh voice as he looked through all of the diaries, they were all labeled in their years and there was a lot of them, Stefan did truly like to jot down his feelings.
"1912." Stefan answered almost instantly, he had always been good with dates, especially for important events, like his great nephew funeral, or seeing his brother again for the first time since becoming a vampire, since he made him become a vampire.
"So much for vaguely." Damon scoffed in a low tone, running his fingers over the leather material of the diaries before he found the one he needed, opening it he took a glance at his brothers neat script.
Suddenly a book came flying Stefan's way and he caught it before it could hit him, written in rough scribbles was the year 1912.
"1912. Or as I like to call it, last time Mystic Fall's had a serial killer on its hands." Damon informed him as his younger brother opened his diary and read it in his head.
It feels strange to be home again after so long away. I thought I would never return. Certainly not for a funeral.
Mystic Falls, 1912
It was a sad day, the sky was clouded over with rain clouds and a funeral was being held in the cemetery of Mystic Falls. Stefan was dressed in the correct attire with a black overcoat and bowler hat in his hands.
He turned about to walk away from Mystic Falls forever he hoped, he certainly didn't like being back, not after everything that had happened. Suddenly he was intercepted by two women, beautiful brunettes with large funeral hats and solemn faces.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Salvatore." One of the women nodded shamefully as she gripped the arm of the other women "I'm told you're a distant cousin of Zachariah." She referred to the recently deceased man.
Stefan nodded a little looking at the both of them to see the genuine sadness on their faces "His nephew, actually. Miss...?"
"Lockwood." She answered in a pleasant tone "Marianna Lockwood. And this is my friend, Samantha Gilbert." She looked over at her perfectly kind perfect who smiled adoringly.
"As in Jonathan Gilbert?" Stefan questioned looking over at the Gilbert, he had know him from when he was still human, before the town went out of their way to get rid of the vampires that ruled the town.
"My late grandfather." Samantha nodded in remembrance "Did you know him?" She asked in an unsure town, he had only just got into town how did he know him she began to wonder.
"Crossed paths." Stefan answered vaguely "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be..." He cleared his throat before stepping towards them "Inappropriate, but no one seems to be willing to discuss the details of Zachariah's death." He looked between them speaking in a low tone.
Samantha glanced around to see that they were clear on any on-lookers from outside of the founders council that would get the gossip "He was murdered and he wasn't the first-"
"Samantha, don't be a gossip." Mariana scolded her friend, she shouldn't be telling Stefan this stuff as he wasn't on the founder's council, although he was a founder.
"Why not?" Samantha hissed her eyes flaring with fury "He should know. He's a founding family member like his." She reminded her friend who quickly closed her mouth "Be careful, Mr. Salvatore. It's not a good time to be a founder in this town."
With that the two beautiful founders turned on their heels and walked away from a wondering Stefan, he creased his eye brows as he looked beside him at a tomb stone to see a black crow staring at him before it flapped it's wings and flew away, when he turned to walk away too Damon was approaching him.
"Have you been eating the relatives again?" Like Stefan, Damon was dressed in the correct attire, long black coat with a bowler hat on his head this time, he obviously referred back to the time he had killed their father.
"It's been almost fifty years. I'm surprised you came." Stefan's eyes lit up when he saw his older brother, devilishly handsome yet a sour look on his face, the feelings were not mutual.
"And miss the funeral of, what do you call him? Uncle Zachariah?" Damon scoffed a little, he was a lot older than the man they had recently put in the ground, but in his immortal state it did most certainly not look it.
"I see you're still mad at me." Stefan nodded and he completely understood why he would, he made Damon feed, he was the reason for Damon's loneliness and for his inner monster, the last thing his brother had said to him was to cause him a eternity of misery, well it was all coming back now.
"Why would I be mad at you, Stefan?" Damon blinked a couple of times, his voice thick with the most painful sarcasm "You made me become a vampire and now I walk the world alone, drinking others peoples' blood."
"Any chance you took it all out on our nephew Zachariah?" Stefan looked over at him, he knew was Damon's rage could be like, endless it seemed, could he be taking it out on the town of Mystic Falls because once a long time ago they took the one woman he loved from him.
"If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who killed our family, remember?" Damon growled stepping towards his brother "May father rest in peace."
"I'm not like that anymore, Damon." Stefan promised, Lexi had helped him change his ways, he was off human blood and onto something that he could control, animal blood, the guilt was gone an she felt somewhat human.
"Well congratulations, Stefan. But if you'll excuse me, I'd like to live out my eternal existence as far away from you as possible." Damon turned about to leave when he heard Stefan's footsteps catch up with him.
"Damon, wait." He called and the blue eyed vampire stopped for a moment and looked over his shoulder "Lets grab a drink, catch up." He suggested and his older brother turned fully to him a cautious look on his face "I've missed you brother."
Damon paused for a moment, he couldn't lie, he had missed Stefan, they used to be so close before everything and nothing could fill the hole of losing someone so close to you "Sure." He nodded a little "Why not?"
"What do you say, brother?" Damon questioned looking over at his brother who was dealing with blood withdrawal "You wanna go get drunk?" He smirked a little as Stefan placed the diary back down on his desk which Damon quickly retried.
"Ah, I get it, I get it. You're bored!" Stefan chuckled darkly catching a deathly look from his brother "You're getting no where with Grace and your best friend is in jail... You don't have anything better to do with yourself."
"Well, there's that and I was hoping you could help me solve a murder." His voice was slick with mystery as he placed the diary in his jacket pocket walking out of the room.
Grace was sweating heavily as she beat the crap out of a punching bag Elena had hung in her room, rubbing the sweat from her brow she grabbed her phone and looked at it to see she had one miss call from Elena, disregarding it she punched the bag again as hard as she could manage and it came off its hinges falling to the floor with a heavy thud.
She growled as she lifted it placing it against the wall, she couldn't keep working like this, she needed something sturdy, something that could take her punches so she could build her strength, the last time she had had a training day had been with Damon…
Quickly she shook away the thought of that day and grabbed her phone scrolling through her contacts, Caroline would be busy helping Bonnie with her mother transitioning, Elena was strong, but she wasn't vampire strong. She couldn't talk to Damon because of everything that was happening and Stefan would be with Damon considering Alaric was in jail.
After scrolling through all of her contacts there was only three more possible candidates that could help her train, three people that wouldn't exactly be her first choice. Elijah. Rebekah. Klaus.
Everything about her was still so mad at Rebekah, she couldn't see that bottle blond bitch without wanting ripping her head off, good punching bag, but wrong fight. Elijah had skipped town when his mother tried to kill him, according to a note he had left Elena. Finally, Klaus…
Nothing about picking Klaus seemed wrong mentally or physically, he was trained in fighting, he could teach her all he knew, nothing was holding her back, not Damon, not Elena, not Stefan, before she knew it she had clicked call and pressed the phone to her ear.
"Hello, love." Klaus' perfect British voice purred over the speaker and she let out a shaky breath, she wanted to hang up but she was paralysed with fear "What a lovely and… unexpected surprised… What can I do for you?"
"Erm… Uh." She paused for a moment "It's doesn't matter-"
"Wait." Klaus told her quickly hear the fear in her voice and knowing she was about to chicken out "Why did you ring me? Is something wrong? Do you need me to pick you up from somewhere? Are you in trouble?"
"I need your help." She told him taking a seat on Elena's bed her hands were shaking as she spoke with him, this was mistake she could feel it deep within herself, but something pushed her forward "I need your help with learning to fight. Or, uh, or training in anything that erm might… help me in bettering myself as a v-vampire."
"Learning to fight." Klaus chuckled under his breath as she asked him to help her "Hmm. Well, I am rather experienced in that field, I suppose I could teach you a couple of things… Grace? Are you still there, love?"
"Yeah." She breathed out a little as she began to gather some stuff together, items she might need when it came to fighting and regaining strength "Where do you want to meet? Somewhere spacious… Somewhere were we can't damage anything, right?"
"How about… How about you meet me in that lovely little woods just outside of the Gilbert house?" Klaus suggested in a kind tone "We'll start there and see where that leads us, alright?"
Carol Lockwood was sat inside of the Grill with young Rebekah Mikaelson talking about the trees that grow in Mystic Falls, the blonde was looking for a very specific one, white oak, something that was very destructive if it fell into the right hands.
"Thank you for meeting with me, Mayor." Rebekah threw her charming smile at the older woman who returned it "I figured as head of the Preservation Society, you'd be a good person to ask about the oldest trees in this community." She shrugged a little not letting on why she wanted to find this tree.
"A long line of Lockwood women use to keep those records." The Mayor almost boasted earning a interested look from Rebekah "back before any of them had actual jobs." She added with a snide smile.
"I've been to the Founder's archive, but I can't seem to find any record of the tree I'm looking for." Rebekah informed her, she had looked through what seemed to be every logging book from the past of Mystic Falls and she found nothing.
"It probably got cut down." Carol shrugged a little as she sipped tenderly at her milky coffee "Big old tress built half of this town in the 1900s." She answered in a small voice.
Just behind them Rebekah caught eye contact with an icy blue pair that narrowed at her, she wasn't sure why Damon was so mad at her, he had come on to her and ruined his relationship with Grace, he had thrown himself at her, she wasn't in the wrong.
"Oh, She-Devil at nine o'clock." Damon muttered to his younger brother as he saw the Original blonde bitch sitting with Mayor Lockwood as they drank coffee like old friends.
"Do you happen to know who kept the milling ledges during that period?" Rebekah questioned as she looked away from the older Salvatore brother she had almost had sex with to look into the suspicious eyes of the town mayor.
"Back then all the logging mills were owned by the Salvatore's." Carol nodded in remembrance, it as going to be next to impossible to get past a pissed off Damon to get what she wanted, but then again, Rebekah could be very persuasive.
Damon and Stefan both sat up at the bar of the Grill both drinking together, Damon glanced over his shoulder at the blonde bitch who kept glancing over at him.
"So what does a medical examiner, Bill Forbes and Alaric Saltzman have in common?" Damon questioned aloud as he looked back to his younger brother, immediately Stefan began to tap his ring against the hard wood surface of the bar "Come on, knock it off." Damon ordered in a low tone and his brother stopped quickly pouring himself a drink "You know, quitting blood cold turkey after a ripper binge might not be the best approach. Every time you play that all or nothing game, you eventually leave a trail of bodies. So, I'm thinking, now is a good time to pay our old friend moderation a visit."
"They were all on the Founder's Council, Damon." Stefan answered shortly, he wasn't going to let his brother tell him what to do with his drinking problem, Lexi was right and he needed to get back to the way he used to be, if not for himself then for Elena "That's what they all have in common."
"But why them? Huh?" Damon quizzed looking over at his young brother confusing filling his eyes "Brian Walters and Alaric weren't from founding families. I mean, hey, if you're gonna slaughter council members, go A-list. At least in 1912 they killed a Salvatore."
"Which Salvatore would that be?" Rebekah appeared next to them, ruffling her hands through her silky blonde locks casually earning deathly looks from both Damon and Stefan.
Grace walked deep into the forest outside of the Gilbert house, she was a little nervous, Niklaus hadn't told her where to meet him, but she knew he had to be in here somewhere.
"Boo!" Klaus suddenly jumped on her body, pouncing on her and they tumbled to the ground, she screamed closing her eyes and he fell into a hysteric laugher laying most of his weight on her, pinning her to the cold, hard ground "Wow, love, I didn't mean to scare you that much!"
"I knew I shouldn't have come out here!" She shoved him off of her and pushed herself up about to storm away, he quickly righted himself standing in front of her blocking her from exiting.
"Wait. Wait." Klaus begged holding her shoulders firmly so she couldn't escape "I'm sorry. Take a joke, please, love." He chuckled again wanting to laugh harder but holding it back.
"Are you just going to make fun of me and scare me senseless, or are you actually going to teach me something?" Grace questioned in a small voice looking up into his beautiful mixed coloured eyes, he stared down at the 5'2" girl with a knowing smile.
"Yes. I will give you the very best training in everything vampire, even though, I am only half vampire." He shrugged a little moving away from her leaning back against the old tree "So, what do you want to start with?"
After a long fight between the two Klaus seemed to always come out on top, the only times that she had won would be the times he would let her win, she was breathing heavily as she moved to lay back against the tree.
"How did you know where I was?" Grace asked in a heavy voice looking over at him with a suspicious look "I was walking as quiet as I could when I first came to come and see you... How did you know?"
"I didn't hear you coming." Klaus admitted looking over at her "I smelt you... I felt you... Your blood." She looked down at herself to see if she was bleeding, no blood "I've tasted your blood before... Back in Chicago, I had to share the experience with Damon, but never-the-less, from that I can tell where you are... What you're feeling... On rare occasions what you're thinking."
"Is that some sort of Hybrid thing?" Grace asked her eyes were slightly wide, so he knew where she was most of the time, what she was feeling, whether it was anger, hurt, love, lust... everything, she gulped slowly.
Klaus nodded slowly "Basically. It's a perk, but it can be a curse, too." He shrugged a little "Knowing you're upset is the worse... or if you're hurt... but when you're happy, laughing, having a good time... That's nice."
"Oh." Grace paused for a moment, she couldn't believe she was out here alone in the middle of a forest with this man, not just a man, a hybrid that had done so many bad things, but in spite of all those things she was still here, almost trusting him "So, can that work in reverse?"
"Can you not feel it working now?" Klaus questioned looking over at her, she shook her head a little "You have to accept it, that's why. Hybrid blood is very rare and very special, even when being a vampire it can heighten everything. Senses. Feelings. Tracking. Everything. You just have to accept my blood."
"Accept your blood?" Grace questioned in a small voice looking over at him "Like, drink more?" She asked and he nodded a little "And then, I'll be able to track you?"
"Track me. Feel me. Be stronger. Faster. Everything you ever wanted." He answered her questioned stepping towards her "Everything and more. At such a young age your powers are just waiting to be tapped. I can teach you everything you need to know. You just have to tap my veins first."
"This won't... This won't turn me into a hybrid will it? I don't want to be a hybrid." Grace whispered slowly backing away from him.
"Of course not." Niklaus scoffed truthfully "That is a completely different process, much more complicated that simply tracking and feeling a hybrids emotions." He answered "But I must warn you. I'm a fairly temperamental and incredibly hard to comprehend..."
"Can this work with others... Like with vampires tracking other vampires... Or even humans?" Grace asked curiously and Niklaus shook his head slowly.
"No. This is a special bond between Hybrid and Vampire..." He answered before stepping towards her "At times a permanent bond..." He added and she looked over at him a little shocked.
"So like. Forever." She questioned and he nodded "I'd be able to know where you are, what you're doing... Forever."
"Forever." He answered "As long as we both continue to stay alive, what could happen now could continue for our eternities... I can understand that this is a big step to take and can be very challenging to over come, but I promise it would be worth it. We will gain and greater understanding of each other. You will be stronger than any vampire your age..."
"This is, uh... This is a lot to take in." She whispered as she began to pace around the small clearing they were standing in, he nodded and waited for her to agree or disagree, whatever she chose he would respect it, no grudges "Is there like... Is there a distance things, like if you were in China and I was in American... Could we still..."
"Possibly." Klaus answered in a small tone "With every bond it is different, I've never witnessed this myself, but I know stories... legends... This is a new experience for me too, love."
"So, why doesn't Damon or Caroline feel this? They've both had your blood like I have and we can't feel you, yet you can feel me."
"It is possible for a hybrid to make a singular bond without the vampire." Klaus answered and she nodded slowly listening to him "Like I said before, you have to accept it, more of it then just what it takes to cure a bite from a werewolf or hybrid. That is child's play."
"I understand." She whispered nodding her head "I'm sorry if I seem a little..." She paused looking over at him "A little quiet. It's just... It's a lot for me to try and decide upon."
"Don't worry." Klaus smiled at her "Take all the time you need, ask any questions that you want, I will answer them to the best of my abilities."
"So perks." She began to tally up to pros and cons aloud to that Klaus would hear "Stronger. Faster. Tracking... Cons..." She paused, she didn't want to hurt his feelings by saying that feelings might be one "Anger. Sadness." She began to list emotions.
"Just take your time. Think about it." He whispered leaning back against the tree "We've got all the time in the world, love."
"So, Zachariah Salvatore was your nephew?" Rebekah questioned as she continued to sit with the Salvatore brothers, they both gave her deathly looks before realising that she wasn't going anywhere.
"Well, our father knocked up one of the maids during the Civil War, she had a son. But as far as everyone else knew, Stefan and I were dead. Family name had to go somewhere." Damon shrugged a little bit as she answered.
"And, uh, your family owned the logging mills back then?" The Original tried to lure them into talking about the tree in Mystic Falls, but they both gave her suspicious looks, watching her carefully.
"You're full of a lot of questions." Damon noted and she smirked a little bit, flicking her golden locks over her bony shoulder.
"I'm just researching the town history." Rebekah replied innocently holding her hands up with a playful look "I grew up here after all."
"You know you don't have to disguise your true motives... I know you're just begging to actually have sex with me..." Damon boasted in a sure tone and the Original rolled her dreamy blue eyes grabbing the bottle both the brothers were drinking from.
"Not enough liquor in the world." Rebekah answered sarcastically and Damon smirked quirking an eye brow at her.
"Oh, come on, just what we did was too good for you to be this hostile." Damon argued and she shied away hiding her face with a wall of hair, his mind flicked back to Grace, she used to do that when he said adorable things to her.
Stefan scoffed loudly as he moved from where he was sitting between the two flirting vampires to sit next to his brother, Rebekah scooted over and sat directly next to Damon. If she was going to get what she wanted she would need to pull out the big guns.
"You'll have to excuse my little brother, he's jonesing for some O positive." Damon informed the blonde who looked across at Stefan.
"I'm not jonesing." Stefan told her in a sure voice, but really he was, he wanted to drain every human in here for all the blood they had, but he knew he had to resist.
"So, did they ever catch the killer?" Rebekah questioned curiously referring back to 1912 when Mystic Falls had a serial killer on their hands just like now.
"Nope. Wrote it all off on vampires." Damon answered shrugging a little bit.
"Maybe it was a vampire." Rebekah shrugged her shoulders and both the brothers glanced over at each other.
"Yeah, yeah, maybe it was a vampire, Damon." Stefan looked directly at his brother who returned the look, both of them didn't know what each other were capable of in 1912.
"Don't think for a second you didn't cross my mind too, brother." Damon spat at his younger brother who scoffed a little "But these weren't your style, were they? Plus there were no other vampires circulating then."
"Well, there was one other vampire." Stefan paused for a moment seeing both Rebekah and Damon were looking at him waiting for him to tell them "Remember Sage?"
Damon smirked to himself grabbing the bottle of scotch drinking it "Oh, right, Sage. Speaking of great sex."
Mystic Falls, 1912
Damon and Stefan were both drinking heavily as they stood out front of what looked like a circus, the younger brother glanced over at his older brother with a concerned look on his face.
"Damon, you've had enough." The forest eyed vampire took the drink from his brother who scoffed as they began to walk.
"Hit a man when he's down." Damon muttered as they walked into a large red tent, there was a roar of cheering coming from within.
As they stepped inside there was men and woman crowding a boxing ring, within the square were two people fighting each other, one was a bulky man with bruises and blood covering him and the other was a beautifully, fire engine red haired woman with a terribly happy look on her face as she continued to fight the man.
After a outstanding fight the woman came out in top, ending him with a fierce uppercut to which he fell to a heap on the floor in absolute pain..
"Who's next?" The red haired woman called to the roaring audience "$100 to any man who can beat me!" She wagered, she was most definitely sure she could win betting that kind of money.
Glancing around the audience she caught eyes with a gloriously handsome man with icy blue eyes, she winked at him but he just brushed her off walking with his brother threw the crowd.
"I can teach you how to survive without human blood, you know." Stefan looked over at his lost brother, cocking an eye brow Damon looked across at his young brother with an evil look.
"You do not get to lecture me on how to live my life. Not anymore." Damon told his brother in a firm voice as he walked into the crowd stopping when the red haired woman from before was in front of him with a suggestive look on her face.
"What's your name?" She questioned in the most soft voice, but still he could hear it over the busy crowd, like she was the only woman in the room, in the world.
"Not interested." Damon shrugged her off about to walk past her, the only woman he wanted to feel anything for was Fayth and he couldn't have her, so he wanted no one.
"Well, Mr. Not Interested." The woman laughed under her breath making him stop "You seem to me like a gambling man."
"I'm afraid you have me all wrong." Damon answered in a painfully low voice, she smirked a little as she reached into her bra and pulled out a $100 note, flashing it to him before slowing sliding it into his pants, he stiffened at her touch surprised by her forwardness.
"Hmm. Well, that's too bad." She murmured as she turned on her heels and walked back into her audience a knowing smile pulling across her lips.
"I knew Sage once." Rebekah muttered as she sat with the two boys a disgusted look on her face as she heard the story of how the brothers came in contact with that devilish woman "Trashy little thing."
"You really think it was Sage who was killing all those Founder's back then?" Damon scoffed looking over at his brother completely ignoring Rebekah's comment.
"Town questioned every grown man in Mystic Falls. Probably never occurred to them that a woman could have done it." Stefan shrugged a little leaving both brothers a lot to wonder.
Grace paced around slowly, rubbing her hands on her little shorts, she couldn't believe her palms were sweating... Was she nervous... Was it just because she was around Klaus and he made her nervous.
She turned to look at the patient look on Niklaus face, he would give her all day if she needed it, her chocolate brown eyes were wide as she looked over at him and nodded once.
"Yes." She whispered and he almost jolted at the word, one word, one small word was about to change them both "To make me strong... and faster... and to enhance my senses." She added trying to think of the good reasons for accepting the mystery of Klaus' blood.
"You won't regret this love." He told her in a sure voice "Now you're going to need a lot of my blood... So, I suggest you go for my neck." He informed her and she took slowly steps towards him looking at him nervously "We don't have to-"
"No, I need this." She whimpered as she stood up onto her tip toes and leaned into his neck, a masculine scent of his aftershave filled her nostrils as her razor sharp fangs pierced through her gums, her eyes turning that deadly crimson red colour.
"Can I see you?" Klaus questioned knotting his hands in her chocolate brown tresses, she pulled back for a moment he ran his thumb over her juicy bottom lip slowly touching the very tip of her fangs gently looking into her deep bloodshot eyes "You look glorious."
Quickly she shied away from him, but he held her close in his iron grip, he nodded at her assuringly before she leant her head in and scraped her fangs against neck softly and he groaned as she pierced the skin trying not to hurt him, not that she could anyway.
Knotting his hands in her thick chocolate brown hair as she began to take in his blood, this time she drunk his blood it felt different, the last time it was to stay alive and cure her wolf bite, this time it was for power reasons.
Every muscle in her body tightened then relaxed as she pulled away and looked at him, up into his mixed coloured eyes that had now turned the feral amber colour from the smell of blood. She could feel the blood circling through her system, it was a good feel, a fantastic feeling.
"How do you feel?" Klaus asked concerned as her face returned to its normal state, she let out the smallest of sighs, happy sighs as she smiled up at him, licking her lips of his blood.
"Amazing." She replied in a soft voice "I feel like I could do anything..." It was true, her whole body was on cloud 9 and she wanted to stay this way for as long as she could, nothing bothered her, not losing Damon, not being nervous around Klaus, not Elena or Stefan... Nothing. She was free of all worries and depression.
"Good." Klaus smirked as he backed away from her, the holes in his neck were already healing nicely "Why don't we put your new skills to the test... Track me." He told her "Close your eyes, count to 100 and then come and find me... It should be easy with our new bond."
Grace quickly agreed and closed her eyes, she felt like a child again, playing hide and seek, he chuckled under his breath as he zipped away deeper into the forest than before.
"So, uh, tell me more about your old relatives." Rebekah tried to edge them back into the conversation of the logging books for the trees in Mystic Falls "I heard they tore down half of the woods to build this town."
"Easy there, lush pants." Damon growled as he grabbed a new bottle of whiskey standing up with his younger brother looking down at the confused blonde "It's been a hoot and a half, but it's boys night and you weren't invited." They turned and both left quickly.
Grace slowly stepped through the woods a great smile planted across her glossy lips, her eyes wild with the excitement of find Klaus. She felt his presence coming from the left of her, so she turned quickly and ran that direction.
Stopping in her tracks when she noticed she was standing outside of the Mikaelson Household, the door was wide open, an invitation for her to come in she suspected. Stepping inside she was surprised to see small round vanilla candles lining the outskirts of the stairs.
Creasing her eye brows she looked around calling Klaus' name only to hear him laughing in response, walking up the beautiful spiral stairs she noticed that the candles lead directly to Klaus' drawing room.
Knocking the door softly she heard him telling her to enter so she placed her hand on the brass door knob and opened it slowly peaking her head around the corner to see Klaus standing there with two wine glass filled with white wine.
"I remembered white is your favourite, right?" Klaus questioned in a gentle voice as she stepped into the room fully closing the door firmly shut behind her, she nodded slowly as she accepted the wine with a kind thank you "It's a 'congratulations for finding me' bottle of wine." He informed her and she giggled nodding sipping at the wine.
"This is very nice." She whispered as she looked around the room, this had been the second time she had been in there "You're very talented." She muttered gnawing on her juicy bottom lip carefully.
"I appreciate that." He smiled affectionately as he pulled her towards a couch and they both sat down "Can I interest you in some music?"
"Sure." She whispered as Klaus pulled his white iPod from his pocket and plugged it into a docking station, hitting shuffle he let the songs elegantly flow out, first to play was 'Give Me Love – Ed Sheeran' "I love this song." Grace looked over as Klaus took a seat next to her.
"Me, too." Klaus smiled as he reached to his side and pulled out a box of chocolates, she laughed a little and pulled her legs under her so she was kneeling next to him "Can I tempt you in one?"
"I'm sure you could try." She answered in a thick, husky voice, he picked up and placed it in her mouth, she chewed it for a moment before making a face, she wasn't enjoying the taste of the creamy chocolate "Eugh. Coffee."
Klaus chuckled a little "Well, I guess you'll just have to have another to wash away the taste of that one." He shrugged as he placed another one in her mouth, this time she moaned at the sensation, as it ran through them both, enjoyment "Good?"
"Mmm." She nodded swallowing the strawberry goo that came with the milky chocolate "Your turn." She selected one and placed it into his mouth, she hadn't realised that they were sitting so close, but no part of her wanted to move away from him "Tasty?"
"Very good." He chuckled as he swallowed the chocolate and sipped his wine, he wasn't a great fan of white wine, but for her he would endure it "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." Grace whispered as she turned to face him fully a kind smile pulling across her lips as she looked up at him licking the chocolate mess off her thin fingers.
"Why didn't you turn it off? Damon hurt you. Rebekah hurt you. Stefan hurt you. I hurt you." He whispered, she could hear the regret in his voice, then she felt it and she frowned, sharing bad feelings hurt "Turning off your humanity would have been so much easier than the pain, surely?"
Grace paused for a moment taking a deep breath "It's... It's complicated." She answered shaking her head.
"Try to explain." He reached out and took her small hand within his own, he wanted to know the truth behind what she was feeling, it hurt him to see her hurt so much, so why would she put herself through it.
"Because through all the bad." She paused for a moment looking up into his waiting mixed coloured eyes "All the bad. And the hurt. And the hate. I still wanted to feel the happiness and the love. And everything else that comes with it... I can't be a human again so I want to be as close as I can to it." She whispered tucking a long lock of her chocolate brown tresses behind her ear with her free hand "Do you understand that?"
"I understand that completely." He answered as he leaned close to her her ears caught the song that was playing "You look... You look healthier with my blood in you... Not that you didn't before-"
A beautiful guitar melody was strumming behind them and she listened closer to the words the elegant low voice sung out "Oh, you're in my veins and I cannot get you out. Oh, you're all I taste, at night inside of my mouth. Oh, you run away, cause I am not what you found. Oh, you're in my veins, and I cannot get you out." She let out a shaky breath as she continued to listen whilst looking into his deep eyes.
"I get it." Grace whispered a smile pulling over her lips "Thank you for today... You didn't have to give me your blood to make me stronger. I really am grateful, Niklaus."
"How grateful?" A lustful look was in his eyes as he leaned even closer, he could smell the alcohol on her breath as he got even closer to her pale features, she gulped loudly as she reached up and stroked his stubbled face, it was different to what she was used to, Damon was clean and smooth shaven, Klaus was rough and rugged.
"Very." She whispered as she connected her lips with his, the blood was pushing her forward, motivating her to move out of her comfort zone, he moved to cup her face in his hand, running his tongue over her bottom lip "I'm sorry." She pulled away quickly taking a deep breaths "That was inappropriate. I'm sorry." She quickly rose from her seat.
Before she knew it she was being held against a wall looking up into Klaus' amber eyes as he watched her with lust "Don't stop." He whispered as he brought his lips down on hers again "Please don't go. I've waited so long to have you in my arms and now I never want to let you go."
Her lips quivered as they touched his again, ghosting his hand down her flat stomach he got to her little short shorts, pulling at the button until they became loose and fell down her legs pooling around her feet leaving her in just her black panties, playing with the lace of them and pulling at her bottom lip.
"Relax. This is going to be fun." Klaus' deep lust filled feelings ran deep in her veins and she kissed him passionately again hooking her thin leg around his waist, maybe sharing their feelings wasn't the best option after all...
Damon was playing darts casually whilst Stefan sat at a table behind him, throwing the pointed object it hit the middle of the board and the older vampire grinned proudly.
"So, let's just say Sage was killing everyone in 1912. Who the hell is going it now? It's not that psycho Dr. Fell. She's a woman. There's no way she could stab three grown men." Throwing another dart Rebekah caught it before it could hit the board.
"That's a bit sexist." Rebekah growled menacingly, sticking up for women's rights everywhere "A woman could easily kill a man, with the right motivation."
"You just, uh – don't give up, do you?" The forest green eye vampire glanced over at the blonde Original who smirked a little.
"Why are you so grumpy." She pouted jokingly looking over at the vampire who was trying to stay away from human blood, like Lexi had taught him.
"He's on a master cleanse." Damon answered for his younger brother in a snide voice "Trying to be a better man and all."
"You know, you were a lot more fun in the '20s." Rebekah informed him earning a barge from Damon and a deathly look from Stefan.
"Don't rile him up." He scolded as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey from Stefan's hands "He's testy when he's being self-righteous." Damon added and Rebekah laughed a little under her breath.
"I'm not being self-righteous, Damon. I'm just not interested in slaughtering innocent human beings anymore." Stefan answered in a short voice that made both of the sarcastic vampires smirk a little.
"Oh, ok, fair enough. My mistake." Damon pulled out Stefan's diary from back in 1912 "You used to be self-righteous." He added in a sarcastic tone before opening the diary and beginning to read Stefan's words "Dear diary, Damon has lost his way, though I have pulled my own life together he continues to wast his."
"Ouch." Rebekah laughed as she grabbed the diary from Damon's hands continuing to read "His bitterness consumes him. He is nothing but blackness and vile..." She slammed it shut firmly "Oh, judgy."
"Well, this is fun." Stefan muttered in a deeply sarcastic voice, both older vampires laughed a little at him.
"You know, if I'm being honest, you didn't seem like much fun either, Damon." Rebekah countered in a snide voice as she looked over at the happy-go-lucky man.
"I wasn't." Damon retorted "The woman I was in love with was stuck in a tomb and she wasn't getting out for a hundred years. I wasn't having any fun at all." He added.
Mystic Falls, 1912
Damon held a thin woman in his arms as he drained her of all blood until she was completely dead in his arms, dropping her to the floor with a loud thud he hadn't noticed the beautiful red haired watching from behind.
"How sad." She announced gaining his attention as his vampire face faded away and he dug around in his pocket for a handkerchief "You're doing it all wrong. Bad vampire." She tisked in a teasing voice.
"I was hungry. Now I am not hungry." Damon retorted as he dried his mouth of the blood "My quality form is purely subjective."
"A woman isn't just for food. She's for pleasure." Sage argued in a suggestive voice to which Damon gave her an odd look.
"I do not need a woman for pleasure, I am spoken for." He went to walk past her but Sage quickly caught his arm stopping him from leaving.
"We are all spoken for, in some way." She replied "But what is being a vampire if not to relishing in the pleasure of it?" She smirked as she turned taking Damon back into the boxing text "Come along. Let me show you." Two men were boxing in the ring and people stood around watching the two "Look at the woman, they're beautiful, aren't they? Not them." She looked at the cheap floozies that stood across from them "You want the ones who button themselves up. Watch them. They can't tear their eyes away." She ran her finger tips over Damon's strong jaw line making him look at one of the terrified woman who watched the match in front of her "Those are the women who secretly crave seduction. They'll put up a good fight, but the game isn't winning them over, it's making them beg for it."
"What if they don't?" Damon questioned looking at the crimson haired woman who smiled a little as he questioned her logic, Sage had been at this for years, she knew what she was doing.
"You're a vampire, you take it." Sage answered as they both caught eyes on a young girl across the room, she couldn't have been any older than Damon's human age "Her."
Damon took a step towards the woman then hesitated, this was crazy, he loved Fayth, that's who he was waiting for, that was why he was a vampire. Looking at Sage she gave him a look that egged him on.
"That sounds like Sage alright." Rebekah muttered in a voice as cold as ice, Sage had really done something to rub the blonde Original the wrong way.
"How did you know her?" Damon questioned looking towards the pretty blonde beside him and she smirk a little shrugging.
"She was obsessed with my brother Finn, over 900 years ago-"
"What? Creepy suicidal guy?" Damon scoffed, it seemed beyond him that Sage would throw herself at a man like that, behind his thinking the older Salvatore brother could hear Stefan's futile tapping against the table "You're doing it again."
Stefan abruptly stood up, he had had enough of being around human blood for one day, it was all getting too much for him "Alright, you know what, I need to, uh, I gotta get out of here." He went to walk out but he was stopped by Damon standing in front of him.
"Sure. First, admit you're jonesing." Damon told him in a firm voice, the only way Stefan could be able to help himself was to admit he had a problem first.
"Damon, I'm not-" Before Stefan could finish his sentence Damon grabbed him by his shoulders and hauled him against the wall brutally looking deep into his forest green eyes.
"Admit it." The blue eyed vampires voice was deadly and low, Stefan shrugged him off as he stood up brushing his shoulders off.
"Ok, fine, I'm freaking out." He hissed narrowing his eyes "I'm ready to eat the entire wait staff, why do you need to hear me say it?" Stefan growled in a low tone.
"Because I'm feeling a little self-righteous too." Damon answered.
Grace sat completely upright in Klaus' comfortable king size bed, the thin white sheets wrapped over their completely naked bodies, she was between his masculine legs as he ghost his fingers over the soft skin of her back, feeling the small bumps from the bones of her spine counting in his head as he went down.
Pulling all of her hair over her shoulders in two parts so it covered her breast that were on display she turned and looked at him, he was so mesmerised by her little, pale body he hadn't noticed the tears that were welling in her chocolate brown eyes.
It wasn't until he felt a wrack of guilt rush through his body he knew what she was feeling, sitting up in the bed he slowly tied his arms around her waist pulling her back into his body, playing small, butterfly kisses on her slender neck tenderly.
"What's wrong, love?" Klaus questioned as he nipped at her bite ridden neck, he realised he would have to heal her so she wouldn't die from the bite "Tell me." He nuzzled into her hair smelling the sweet strawberry scent of her shampoo.
"Nothing." She breathed out twiddling her thumbs whilst looking straight forward at a painting that resided on the large dark coloured wall "It's nothing... I just... I'm just thinking about things." She answered.
"There's nothing to think about." Klaus answered his hands ducking under the covered playing with her smooth creamy thighs, she shivered at his touch and moaned a little bit, but the pain was there too, she was slightly bruised from him "I know you feel guilty, remember, I can feel your emotions too now."
Klaus and Damon made love so differently, it almost haunted her thinking about it. The Original was so feral and forceful, like any wolf would be, she remembered his amber eyes glowing down at her as he ravaged her body. But Damon on the other hand was subtle and gentle with her, he treated her as if she was a delicate flower just his for the picking. But nether-the-less both of them make her shake with pleasure.
"Oh." She breathed out playing with the ends of her chocolate brown locks "I'm sorry, I'm really no fun at all, am I?" She whispered as he began to kiss her neck sloppily, feeling his fangs pressing against the soft skin, not breaking it.
"On the contrary, love, you're actually a lot of fun." He chuckled before retracting his fangs "You do need some blood to heal yourself though... Here." Leaning back slightly he bit into his wrist before offering it to her.
Pressing her mouth over the wound she began to suckle at his wrist, it was almost like she was addicted to the taste, addicted to him, she was his for the taking as long as he had a fresh batch of his hybrid blood for her to drink.
"Good girl." Klaus purred nipping on her ear lobe sensually, she gasped and drank his blood faster as he opened her thighs, but she closed them bring her mouth away, drying it with the back of her hand "Would you like to stay here the night?" He hoped for her to say yes, but with the guilty emotions that were running ragged through her little body he knew what she would say.
"I'd better get home to Elena." She answered making up an excuse for going home "I should check she is ok... Thank you for everything the blood; the sex." She paused and looked over at his very pleased face.
"Of course." He handed her his white cotton v-neck shirt and she pulled it on, it was a lot larger than her and was very baggy so she had to roll the sleeves up around her elbows, she pulled on her short shorts too and looked over at him about to say good-bye when he interrupted her "May I ask, why do you feel guilty? You are not spoke for in any way. Not with Damon or anyone else for that matter. No one owns you."
"It's just the way I am." She answered in a small voice tucking her chocolate brown locks "I'm sorry if this upsets you that I feel this way, but what happened here wasn't love it was lust, even you can not deny that."
"Love is fuelled by lust." Klaus answered as he shimmied on his light jeans looking over at her as she stood there with her excess clothes in hand "On the other hand you can not deny your feelings for me. This happened and you will never be able to forget it."
She took a deep breath looking down at her feet, when she looked back up Klaus was staring down at her, he lifted her chin even higher and kissed her firmly, prying his tongue past her lips and knotting his fingers in her chocolate brown locks.
"You called me today. You accepted my blood. You got into bed willingly. Just remember you have given yourself to me, just as I have given myself to you." He reminded her and she stifled her sobs in front of him, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry, running his hand over her rosie red cheek he smirked "Would you like me to escort you home?"
"No." She breathed out pulling away from him looking around to see if she had missed anything "I need some air and some time. Good-bye, Niklaus."
"Good-bye." He answered pulling her into a swift kiss that made her heart melt "One more thing, before you leave here and possible never return... I'm going to give you a proposition."
"What?" She questioned looking over at him, holding back tears that threatened to fall, he smiled as he crossed his arms over her chest.
"I propose that we leave Mystic Falls and never look back." He looked over at her as her eye widened "You forget about that damned Salvatore boy, or I can help you forget. We can bring your dear sister to help with my hybrids and we never regret anything." She just continued to stare at him with a blank expression "Go. Think. I can give you all the time and space you need."
Stefan walked swiftly out of the Grill into a dark alley well aware that both Rebekah and Damon were following him but just falling behind so he could walk in front on his own drowning in his thoughts.
"So he doesn't want to drink human blood?" Rebekah asked Damon as she shrugged on her coat, the nippy hair was bitting at her pale skin.
"Ah, he's an eternal guilty conscience." Damon answered rolling his icy blue orbs as they tried to catch up with him.
"Funny." Rebekah muttered "When I knew him in the '20s, he didn't have any conscience at all. One thing I liked most about him. Can't possibly think he can survive without feeding?" She scoffed looking up at the younger vampire.
"Oh, on the contrary, he's determined to live his life pursuing one extreme or the other. He's a stubborn one, my brother." Damon noted aloud whilst he looked around the dark alley way "Uh, I think I'm going to beed some help with this one."
"What can I do?" Rebekah questioned in a characteristically helpful tone, she gave him a sure smile before he glanced over at a woman locking her car and making her back towards the back entrance of the Grill, the one they had just left.
The younger vampire didn't hesitate zipping over and standing in front of her, scaring her slightly before smiling up at him "Hello." He grinned.
"Hi." She answered tucking a curled blonde lock behind her ear as she looked up into his hypnotizing, charming icy blue orbs.
"This may seem forward but you're just so pretty." He informed her and she blushed heavily, her heart raising from the compliment from such a handsome young lad.
"Thank you." She smiled before looking up into his eyes once again, her fate was set from then on she was dinner for these hungry vampires that prowled the night.
"And please don't scream, you're about to have a very, very bad night." Damon muttered as he crunched into her neck beginning to feed from her, Stefan smelt the copper smelling blood fill the air and rushed over pulling him away from the woman, Rebekah lucky was there to catch her.
"Damon, stop!"
"Sorry brother. It's dinner time, have a bite." Damon offered looking at the blonde haired woman who was staring at them scared for her human life.
"What are you doing?" Stefan clutched his chest trying to keep the monster from within from tearing out and ripping the woman apart, draining her in the process.
"Tough love, Stefan." Damon answered as if it was a good enough reason to be draining a poor, innocent woman "You're not gonna survive this cold turkey thing, you never do, It's time to get that monkey off your back."
"No." Stefan growled loudly as she pushed away from his older brother, hitting the wall of the alley way, boxed in "No."
"Feed or I'll let Rebekah have her way with her." Damon threatened, they all knew that Rebekah was a cruel bitch when it came to feeding off humans, if Stefan didn't drink from her then the blonde Original was surely end her life all together "You know she'll kill her."
"You know I will." Rebekah mused in a thick and deadly voice smelling the woman's incredibly tempting neck, it must have been murder for Stefan to resist this.
"Then her blood with be on your hands." Damon moved the woman's fate into his younger, unstable brothers hands "Or you could just have a little drink, save her life. C'mon, Stefan. You were the one that said you didn't want any more innocent lives slaughtered. Save her. Go on, have a bite. I snatched, you ear, I'll erase. Hell, I'll even heal her for you." Damon offered and Stefan threw him a look.
"Why are you doing this?" Stefan rasped looking at the woman's bloody neck "You know what blood does to me."
"Because you let it control you." Damon answered in a low tone "You always have. I'm just here to help you learn how to fight it."
"This is rubbish." Rebekah growled as she extended her razor sharp fangs, about to drain the woman of all human life when Stefan shoved her off, catching the woman in his arms and gnawing into her neck, beginning to feed.
"I got it from here. Go ahead." Damon shooed Rebekah away, but she firmly stood her ground watching Stefan drink.
"The nights just getting started-"
"Scram." Damon hissed protective of his brothers safety, he didn't need her running after them with her snide, bitchy comments "No one likes a lurker."
"You're a real arse, you know?"
"So I'm told." Damon rolled his icy blue orbs as she turned and zipped away, he looked down as the woman was on the brink of death, he could hear her heart beat fading "Alright, that's enough. Come on." He tried to pull him off the woman, but Stefan firmly stood his ground "You're gonna bleed her dry. You're gonna drain her. Come one!"
Damon managed to pull Stefan off the woman who fell to the floor weak and almost drained of her life, Stefan looked deadly as he stood with the woman's blood dripping down her chin, he attempted to go back for another round, but his older brother held him away.
"I said that's enough!" Damon growled holding Stefan by his shoulders "Hey, you wanna fight hunger or do you wanna fight me!" He pushed him away and quickly healed the woman, another death in Mystic Falls was all they needed.
"What are you doing?" Elena's shocked voice came from behind them, both vampires turned to look at her as she stood with Matt, Stefan still have blood running down his chin and looked more of a monster than she had ever seen. "Stefan?"
"Elena." He whimpered as he dried the blood quickly with the sleeve of his coat, this was the last thing he wanted, Elena to see him like this.
"What are you two doing?" Her voice broken as she looked at the healing woman, she looked drowsy and drained.
"Relax, Elena. Just a little experiment." Damon rolled his eyes, what did she expect, he was a vampire, he was allowed to feed in able to survive "There's no need to make this more dramatic than it needs to be."
"Elena, let's just go." Matt tried to pull her away, but she stood there looking at Stefan, her heart felt like it had been torn from her chest "Elena!" He forced her to move and she did eventually.
"So... that's going to take a little time." Damon finally announced when Elena was out of ear shot but Stefan just turned and walked away "Stefan, hey wait, Stefan! Wait!"
Rebekah walked into her home cursing Damon under her breath, he was such a spoil-sport making her leave when it was just getting good, as she walked into her house fully she saw Klaus standing over the fireplace drinking a scotch, shirtless.
"Evening, brother." She announced as she kicked off her heels and grabbed herself a glass of crimson red wine cocking her eye brow as Klaus continued to stare down into the roaring fire "Not thinking of jumping into that are you?"
"Very funny, Rebekah." Klaus muttered as he downed his scotch pouring himself another before turning back to his little sister "How's the search for this blasted white oak tree coming along? Anything from those pesky Salvatore's?"
"Nothing yet." Rebekah answered "Their both so involved in their self-loathing and hatred they're not spilling anything." She added in a low voice "I had to spend the whole night listening to Stefan's whining and Damon's teasing. I'm going to need more than just this wine." She looked over at him "What about your night? Anything interesting."
"You could say that." Klaus muttered as he looked over at his waiting little sister "I finally got Grace to sleep with me and accept my blood, but she so bloody obsessed with Damon and her love for him she can't see past her pain and-"
"Wait. Wait." Rebekah ordered throwing her hands up in utter surprised "You got Grace... Grace Gilbert to sleep with you? And gave her your blood... That's crazy." She added in a soft voice "And you didn't compel her? Or anything?"
"No." Klaus answered in a low voice "The blood connection is killing me... Feeling her guilt and I can't over power it wit my own emotions because hers run so deep." He placed his hand over his heart for a moment "And this hunger... Is this what she feels all the time? I'm surprised she doesn't rip the throat out of every human she sees. Being a newborn vampire really sucks."
As Elena walked into her house she heard shuffling around in the pitch black kitchen, glasses smashing, plates cracking, bottles opened then been thrown at walls. Matt walked in before her, turning on the light to see Grace searching for something.
"Grace." Elena breathed "Jesus, you scared the hell out of me. What are you doing?" She questioned as she stepped towards her distressed sister, there was a look in her eyes, something she hadn't seen before.
"I need something to drink." She breathed out Elena swiftly moved to one of the cupboards that Grace hadn't checked and grabbed her Alaric's whiskey, handing it over to her, she opened it and downed it quickly "T-Thank you."
"What's happened are you ok?" Elena questioned as she watched her sister slowly drown herself in the strong alcohol, her eyes were glassy and sore from where she had been originally crying this made her sister even more concerned "What's happened, Grace?"
"I've done something." She whispered hanging her head, both Matt and Elena exchanged glanced before Grace slumped to the floor pulling her knees into her chest.
"You're going have to give us a little more detail than that." Matt informed her as he stepped into the room, Elena knelt down by her twin shooting Matt a look before taking her sisters shaking hand.
"Damon's going to hate me forever." She whispered as she began to cry again "I... I wasn't thinking... I just did it and now..." She whimpered crying her tears before drinking more, Elena gripped her free hand harder than before.
"Grace. What has happened?"
"I had sex with Klaus." She whispered and both Matt and Elena gasped in complete shock "I asked him for help with training and he offered me his blood... to make me strong and faster, but our emotions mixed as well... and one thing lead to another and we were making out on his couch then we..." She sobbed out so fast Elena could barely understand.
"Ok. Ok." Elena soothed her rubbing her back softly "Don't worry, everything is going to be ok, alright? I promise everything is going to be ok."
"And then..." She rasped "After everything when I was about to leave he told me he could take me away and make me forget about everything... That was his offer."
"He can't force you to leave with him." Elena hugged her sister smoothing her hair down holding her between her legs and against her chest "I do think you need to tell Damon though, you don't want him finding out from someone else, do you?"
"No." Grace whimpered, the guilt spread further and both the humans exchanged looks, Matt bent down and sat the opposite side of her "No, I don't."
"How do you feel about him? Damon and Klaus? Both of them?" Matt asked and she looked over at him, Elena also wanted to hear what Grace had to say about this.
"I always felt like Damon would never stop loving me. Like... Like he would never run out of love for me. In his eyes I was the love of his life and in my eyes he was mine." She whimpered as she looked at Elena.
"And Klaus?" She asked in a small voice.
"Klaus just sort of jumped out and smacked into my life with all the force he could. He got under my skin and no matter what I do or what I say he doesn't give up... I can't shake him." Grace answered truthfully.
"You know what I think? Once you fall in love with someone, I don't know if – I don't know if you can ever shake them off. As hard as you try... As much as you try to hate them and resent them. They are who make you you." Matt told her in a calm voice and sniffled as she looked over at him. "Elena... Here." He passed her the Gilbert journal and Grace looked at them both confused.
"The journal?" Elena questioned in a small voice taking it from his hands thankfully.
"It's your families, you should have it. Meredith and that idiot deputy were too bust questioning you to give a damn about me." He chuckled "Sometimes it pays to be the only normal one in a town of vampires. I'm practically invisible."
"What has happened? What have you done?" Grace dried her eyes as she saw the door open and Alaric walked into the house "Alaric?" She questioned.
"Are you drinking my whiskey?" He questioned a small smirk on his face as he walked towards the three teens who sat on the floor casually.
"It's been a heavily drinking kind of day." She answered as she rubbed her eyes "How did you get out? What's going on?"
"Well..." Alaric snatched the bottle from her hand and drunk some too "You know your sister here can be very sneaking and deceitful when she wants to be." He looked over at Elena who was standing with Matt flicking through the Gilbert Journal.
"Wouldn't put it past her..." Grace smirked a little taking the bottle of whiskey and drinking it down "Quite a card my sister." She added "What happened? How are you out?"
"The coroner made a mistake on Brian Walters time of death." Alaric answered "You sister broke into Meredith's house to try and find some evidence." Elena looked over shocked that Alaric knew the truth "Sheriff Forbes told me about everything you did..."
"They let Ric go." Damon walked into the living room of the Salvatore Boarding House to see Stefan sitting in front of the fireplace "Sheriff Forbes says she's out of suspects again, but Ric is in the clear. I know it may not seem like it, but you did really well tonight. And before you know it you're gonna be the king of moderation. Elena will understand." He added catching the deathly look on Stefan's face.
"Doesn't really matter what Elena thinks-"
"Uh-uh." Damon shook his head quickly "None of that, no more no humanity Stefan. There's a road called recovery and we are on it." He gave him an assuring smile.
"Why do you even care, huh? Is it because you've sabotaged your own relationship with Grace so you're trying to do the same with mine and Elena's? You may have screwed up your love life, but why mine too?" He growled as he walked over to him, a hurt look crossed Damon's face as he looked away then back to his younger brother.
"Can you for one minute actually believe that I'm trying to help you!" Damon growled as he gripped his younger brothers shoulders.
"I don't need your help!" He shrugged him away quickly as he heard a loud scoff coming from his older brothers mouth.
"You don't need my..." He laughed loudly "Are you kidding me? Do you remember what happened last time you said that?" He questioned earning a confused look from the young Salvatore.
"What are you talking about?"
"1912, Stefan. The last time I convinced you to drink human blood." Damon answered and they were both thrown back into a whirlpool of a flashback.
Mystic Falls, 1912
Sage was fighting another man in the middle of the box ring, dancing circles around him as Damon and Stefan stood off to the side and watched the amazing woman fight her little heart out.
"Go ahead, Stefan, pick one." Damon purred looking at his younger brother who was scanning the room skeptically, the poor woman that was to be his prey, humanity flushed through him.
"They're people, Damon-"
"Yes, they are people, Stefan. People with blood pumping through their veins, waiting to be opened up and sucked dry. You've just forgotten how good it feels." Damon retorted in a equally as low voice trying not to draw attention to themselves.
The man fell in a large heap to the floor, blood dripping from his nose and out of the cut in his lip, Sage raised her hands in victory and the crowd roared around her, Stefan's eyes were fixed on the blood drooling down his face.
"Not him, Stefan, not him." Damon breathed as he face a woman across the ring, all buttoned up and sheepishly cheering the match "Her. She's the one."
"I don't do that anymore." Stefan told his brother in a low voice, trying to back out of draining this woman dry, he knew he couldn't control himself, Lexi had helped him to recover and now he was about to go back on everything she had taught him.
"But you can, Stefan, we can. Let the past be the past." Damon patted his shoulder assuringly "Have a drink with me, brother."
It didn't take long to convince the woman and take her outside, Stefan had his fangs deep in her neck as she withered in his arms, he gulped down her delicious blood.
"I knew you still had it in you." Damon praised but his young brother ignored him and continued to feed from the dying woman, quickly the raven haired vampire approached "Don't be greedy." He placed his hand on Stefan's shoulder, but he retaliated by shoving him away to feed more "Stefan... Stefan!"
From that point on he blacked out and when he came back to realty he saw the woman's head in his hands, dropping to his knees he saw her lifeless body playing there with no head, going into a blind panic Stefan attempted to reattach her head.
"Oh my God... Oh my God, I'm sorry!" He tried and tried but her head continued to roll off, he sobbed as he looked down at the woman in complete shock.
"Stefan, stop. Stefan, stop!" Damon called as he tried to pull him away from the very much dead woman.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!"
"Stefan!" Damon caught him in his arms and made his younger brother look at him, but anger flashed over his features as the forest green eyed vampire pulled away.
"What did you do to me!" Stefan yelled and Damon's heart struck with fear thinking someone would come over and see what his little brother had done.
"Shh! Stefan."
"What did you do to me!"
"You just need to learn how to stop. I can help you." Damon promised but Stefan quickly shook his head backing away from the blue eyed monster that stood in front of him.
"I don't need your help." He turned on his heels and retreated into the woods away from Damon and away from the poor woman who's live he had ended.
"The Founder's Council killer had nothing on you. By the decade's end, they were calling you the Ripper of Monterey." Damon remembered in a solemn voice, listening to all these people call his brother this name was heart breaking "I let you walk away. I watched you go over the edge, I didn't do anything to stop you."
"You couldn't have-"
"Sure I could of. But I just didn't want to." Damon whispered in a regretful voice "But I want to now. And whatever you go too far, I will be there to pull you back. Every second, every day, till you don't need me." He promised in a voice as sure as day light, Stefan creased his eye brows looking over to his brother.
"Why?"
Damon patted his shoulder once "Cause right now, you're all I got."
Grace's hand was shaking as she pulled the whiskey up to her lips and drank another large gulp, dialling a number she held her phone to her ear, but the person she was calling wasn't about to answer their phone any time soon.
"Damon." She whispered to the voicemail "Damon, I need to talk to you, whenever you get the chance. I need to see you... I'm sorry. Bye."
Walking into the living room she saw Elena mauling over the Gilbert journal and Alaric was sitting there with coffee looking at the newspaper.
"Did you manage to get hold on him?" Elena questioned as she saw a very drunk Grace stumble back into the room, slowly she shook her head and placed the now empty bottle of whiskey down on the side.
"I'm sorry." She whispered looking over at Alaric then Elena "You both must think I'm such... Ugh." She shook her head leaning back against the wall.
"Honestly, it was bound to happen sooner or later." Alaric shrugged a little bit being blunt with her, she looked over to him with teary eyes "Not to say that you're easy or anything!" He tried to recover himself "No! No... I, erm... Elena, please recover this."
"I think what Alaric is trying to say is Klaus is persistent and you're young and people are allowed to make mistakes... You just have to deal with the consequences of your actions now, that is the nobel thing to do." She referred to telling Damon the truth.
"You always know the right thing to say Alaric." Grace dried her tears earning a chuckle from both of the humans "So, found any juicy details in that little journal?" She questioned as he took a seat next to her sister.
"It's hard to tell." Elena muttered turning a page again "I mean, at first I thought it was Jonathan Gilbert's journal, but it ended up being his granddaughter, who apparently went just as crazy as he did. So, great genes, huh?" She budged her sister who laughed a little.
"Well, at least you both have something to look forward to." Ric joked as he stood up, folding the paper in half and placing it on the coffee table "Night, girls."
"Night." Both of the girls answered together.
Damon dusted his fingers over the keys of the piano, pressing random keys when Stefan walked into the room with a book in his hand.
"So, I dug into the old family archives from the 1900s." Stefan informed him as he walked towards him and stood there whilst Damon ran his fingers over the ebony and ivory keys.
"So now you want to be helpful?" Damon scoffed a little bit earning a exasperated look from his brother.
"Want me to go back at being mad at you?-"
"What did you find?" Damon questioned, he prefer Stefan being on his side than against him, that wasn't a great feeling having his brother against as well as what felt like the world.
"Well, nothing from 1912, they never did arrest anyone for the Founder's murders." He placed an open book in front of Damon to read "But they did get a confession ten years later."
"They did?" Damon questioned "Who?"
"Jonathan Gilbert's granddaughter, Samantha." Stefan answered and the blue eyed vampire creased his dark eye brows "They assumed she was crazy, locked her up in an insane asylum."
"Then what?"
"Trail ends there. I mean, she was a Founder, you know how they like to look out for their own." Stefan shrugged a little and Damon nodded in understanding, Mystic Falls loved to look out for anyone who was willing to protect it, Founder's especially.
"Samantha Gilbert." Damon said aloud "That is very weird."
"Why?" Stefan questioned, he wasn't following his brothers logic, when he had contact with Samantha Gilbert at the funeral of Zachariah Salvatore she seemed perfectly normal, a little chatty, but that was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Because I'm pretty sure I had already killed her." Damon creased his eye brows, she had one of his victims when he roamed around Mystic Falls with his lovely mentor Sage learning about the pleasure of feeding from humans.
The door to the Gilbert house knocked, Grace had managed to find more alcohol and when Elena had gone upstairs to read he journal more she stayed downstairs to drink. Standing up and stumbled over opening it to reveal Dr. Fell standing there with a feeble smile across her lips, the vampire scoffed as she looked at the woman.
"I really don't have the strength to deal with you tonight, Dr. Stole my blood..." Grace slurred out as she hung onto the door Alaric was stood on the stairs watching "Now, if you would kindly let me get back to my drinking-"
"I know what this looks like-"
"Yeah, well, I sure as hell don't." Alaric bolted down the rest of the stairs to be standing next to Grace "You shoot me, you have me thrown in jail, and then you have me freed?"
"I did it for you, Ric!" Meredith argued earning a confused look from both of the people standing in front of her "I forged the coroner's note to clear your name!"
"Oh, Grace, you know you were right. She is a psycho!" Alaric went to close the door but Meredith stuck her hand out and made sure it remained open.
"No! Now that you've been cleared, they'll look somewhere else, they won't look your way again! Please! You have no reason to, but I need you to trust me anyway. If you let me in I can explain." She begged.
"So, you think Samantha Gilbert is alive, running around Mystic Falls, killing Founders?" Stefan questioned as he looked at his brother who was pacing around the room, biting his nails, a habit he had picked up from being around Grace too long.
"It's not possible, if she began a vampire, we'd know about it, right?" Damon shrugged his shoulders a little bit and Stefan nodded.
"Then she must have had a ring that brought her back to life, I mean, she was a Gilbert, right? Those rings were passed on for generations." Stefan answered and Damon nodded in remembrance.
"Yeah, but even if she had a ring, she wouldn't be alive today." The blue eyed vampire argued "Doesn't protect her form old age."
"Jonathan Gilbert only made two of those rings." Stefan mused thinking about the two people who currently had possession of them "Jeremy has one of them and the other's-"
"Alaric's."
"This is crazy talk, why are you even listening to her!" Grace cried out as she paced around the kitchen gnawing on her nails, Alaric was searching through a folder with crime scene evidence in, Meredith stood at his shoulder staring the girl down.
"Like the Sheriff said, the victims were killed with your weapons." She reminded Ric pointing to the pictures of the knife that killed Bill Forbes and the stake that had murdered Brian Walters.
"Yeah, but I was attacked." Alaric shook his head looked at the brunette woman who gave him a concerned look.
"With your own knife. A wound that could have been self-inflicted." Meredith answered and Grace scoffed loudly before turning and slamming her hands down on the table.
"That's insane! Why would he even try and kill himself! Why would he kill other people!" Grace hissed in a low voice "You need to leave. Now."
"Wait. Wait." Meredith looked directly at Alaric who was staring down at the files blankly "Have you had an blackouts, instances of lost time?" She questioned in a quick voice before Alaric stood up.
"You're insane." He growled at her.
"No, but I think you might be." Meredith's voice was deadly serious "You wear a ring that lets you cheat death, Ric. How many times can you die before it changes you?" She questioned and both Grace and Alaric looked at each other "I think you're sick and I want to help you. This has happened before, almost 100 years ago."
"Elena." Grace whispered as she stood in the doorway holding the Gilbert journal in her hands and a sad look on her face.
"Ric, I think she's right." She placed the journal down in front of him so that they could see.
Mystic Falls, 1912
Zachariah placed his hands back within the soft pockets on his coat as he jogged across the road continuing to walk when he heard an eerie noise, he turned to look around but saw no one until he turned back and felt a sharp knife shoving into his stomach.
Looking up he looked into the hard eyes of the young Samantha Gilbert, her face wasn't had kind as he had remember, there was a dark look around her as he fell to the floor, bleeding out, she dried her hands, cleaning her Gilbert ring of the blood that resided on it.
A/N
This has taken a long time to get out, but my internet has been playing up lately because we changed providers and whatever... so sorry about how long it took.
So, that was quite a chapter for Klace shippers, he has really given her something to think about, but she seems to be feeling guilty about it, but who wouldn't? A lot of people have been waiting for the Klace 'sex' scene so I hope that was ok for you :D
Also, for anyone who has ever wondered what Grace Gilbert looks like, there is a picture of her on my Tumblr page here is the link little-vampire-girl1 . Tumblr
Thank you so much for reading and for being patient I really do appreciate everything and all of the suggestions I get from all of you :D
Graciiee xx