After another day with Kai, Victoria was brought home from work and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she had a thought: she was a really beautiful girl. She was wasting it. And she had no idea why. It wasn't like she liked Kai or anything. Well, he had his moments, she supposed. But that didn't mean she couldn't show him that she had a life outside of him.

A knock on the door made Victoria turn away from the mirror as her dad poked his head in. "Your aunt Rebecca is visiting with Luke," he said. "Why don't you come out and say 'Hello'."

"Sure I will," Victoria said as an idea formed in her mind. Luke had the same color of hair and eyes as Kai. If she were to pass him off as her boyfriend, it would drive Kai insane, since he found himself irresistible to any woman, even her, although she'd made it very clear that she didn't feel the same way about him. At least as far as he knew.

She gave her hair one last brush, wiped off her skirt, and went to give her aunt Rebecca (her father's half sister) a hug. "How are you?" She asked when they pulled apart. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, it has," Rebecca nodded, pushing a loose strand of her blonde hair out of her blue eyes. "I like what you've done with yourself. Did you do it for work? I hear you have kind of a risky job now."

"I do," Victoria nodded. "The Council pays me to look after one of their most dangerous criminals because he's tried to escape so many times and they don't want him to do it again. Along with that, he and I have some weird rapport that I can't even begin to explain."

"Well, just be careful," Rebecca warned her. "My mom ran the Council for a bit before Astrid took it over again and there are quite a few nuts in the jails that can be dangerous, no matter how powerful you are."

"Thanks for the warning," Victoria told her. "But I think I have Kai under control."

"How?" Rebecca asked. "How can you say that? And with such confidence, no less?"

"It's hard to explain, but just trust me, all right?" Victoria tried to assure her. "I'm not in any real danger."

"All right," Rebecca agreed, although she looked wholly unconvinced. "If you say so!"

Just then, her son Luke came in, his face obscured by several boxes of stuff. "Mom!" He said, his voice cracking a little. "I have the stuff that you brought for Uncle Declan to look at. Can you come help me with it? I can't see a thing!"

"Sure, hon," Rebecca agreed and took half of the boxes out of his arms. "There," she said and put them on the coffee table. "That's better, I hope."

"Yes, definitely," Luke replied and put the rest on the floor before glancing at Victoria and smiling widely, showing two rows of sparkly, white teeth. "Who are you?" He asked. "I don't think I've ever seen you before."

Despite their being related, Victoria had always found Luke aesthetically pleasing, so while she was laughing like an idiot at his greeting, Rebecca told him, "That's Victoria. She had to age up a few years for her job."

"So I'm not the older between the two of us anymore, huh?" Luke asked her before he clapped her on the back. "I want you to know that I'm okay with that."

"Good," Victoria got out. Then she ran to her room and got a Polaroid camera. "I know this is gonna sound like a really weird request," she said to Luke. "But can I take your picture, please? Just to comfort myself during the long, lonely hours I have to babysit a criminal?"

"Sure," Luke shrugged, trying to look as macho as a fourteen year old could look.

"Don't overdo it," Victoria requested. "Just be normal and smile like you would for any other picture."

So he relaxed, smiled normally, and then Victoria took the picture, stashing it in her purse to take to work the next day before heading back to talk with Luke and her aunt.

"Who in the hell is that?" Kai asked as Victoria taped Luke's picture up very prominently in the cell.

"Oh, he's just my boyfriend," Victoria told him. "I thought I would make it very clear to you that you didn't have a chance."

"And that would bother me if I wanted a chance, but I don't," Kai replied. "So there."

"I don't believe you," Victoria told him, sitting down and zapping herself up a burger, unwrapping it, putting the wrapper in her lap, and taking a big bite. "Oh, this is so good," she said as she licked ketchup from her fingers. "Too bad you don't get any."

"The hell I don't!" Kai replied and tackled her as she tried her best to keep the burger out of his grip and eat it all without choking. But he was very determined and soon, it had crumbled to pieces all over Victoria's outfit.

"Damn it!" She swore. "That was my lunch! I hope you're happy with yourself! Now neither of us gets it!"

"Good!" Kai replied. "Cause that wasn't lunch! It was pure torture!"

"Well, being here isn't supposed to be a walk in the park for you, you know," Victoria told him without looking up as she zapped herself clean.

It was after that that some more stupid girls called Kai so they could say they talked with the most dangerous prisoner in existence. While Victoria usually discouraged interactions like this, this time, she was too pissed about losing her burger to stop him. The girls would give Kai a distraction while she plotted her revenge, and she'd get him back after.

When the girls were sufficiently terrified, Kai turned away from the mirror with a smug look on his face that only lasted for a second before Victoria hit him in the face with a coconut cream pie. "What did you do that for?" He asked her as she burst into laughter and cream fell down his face.

"I-I-," Victoria began as she tried to get a breath. "I just wanted-oh, my god, you look hilarious!"

Cursing her, he grabbed the edge of the bed sheet and cleaned his face off, turning back to Victoria just in time for her to notice that there was still a bit of whipped cream on the side of his lip. She licked her lip, unceremoniously grabbed him, pulled him close, and slowly licked it off before kissing him deeply.

"What?" She asked as he pushed her away and rubbed his mouth even though she'd felt him kiss her back as his arms went around her body. "I already lost the burger. I wasn't gonna cheat myself out of whipped cream too. Besides, it would look weird just sticking to your lip like that."

"Yeah, okay," Kai spat. "But you didn't have to kiss me."

"Oh, stop," Victoria told him. "I think you're just bitter that you didn't think of that first."

"I suppose you're right," Kai replied, coming up behind her and pulling her to himself from behind, his breath brushing her neck. "What do you think your alleged boyfriend would say if he found us like this?"

"He wouldn't mind," Victoria replied as she tried to control her breath. "He knows I think he's more handsome than you, and that I have to be around you because of my job, so…no harm, no foul."

"Are you positive?" Kai pressed and nibbled on her ear.

"Yes," Victoria told him firmly and elbowed him in the gut so he'd let her go. "I'm very positive." She then shot him smug looks as she kissed Luke's photo, but to Kai's surprise, she didn't take it with him when she left. The sight of the smiling guy just irritated him beyond all reason. He would have loved to throw knives or darts at it and distort the guy's stupid face, but, not being allowed to have weapons of any kind, the best Kai could do was draw unflattering additions on the photo with pen and then hope Victoria would be sufficiently outraged when she saw it the next day.

"Is your father home?" Aaron asked Rosalie after she opened the door and he strode in. He was dressed like Van Helsing, wearing a dark-colored trench coat with pockets for stakes, holy water, even garlic, and a hat cocked over his eyes. "Let's get this over with."

"And how are you planning on killing my father?" Rosalie asked dryly. "Do you want him to die from laughing? None of this stuff will kill him! I told you that."

"Well then what will?" Aaron asked in frustration.

"I understand you have a right to be angry about your mother's murder, but I'm not telling you how to kill my father," Rosalie said patiently. "Even if you knew, it's highly unlikely you would pull it off."

Just then, Klaus came into the living room and began asking Rosalie who had come to visit when Aaron pulled out a gun and shot, missing Klaus completely and making two bullet holes in the wall.

"Did he just try to shoot me?" Klaus asked Rosalie as he took a few steps toward the pair and Aaron's breathing picked up.

"Yes," Rosalie sighed. "He did." She winced as Klaus grabbed Aaron by the collar of his jacket. "What are you thinking, boy?" He breathed. "Do you have a death wish, or are you just stupid?"

Although Aaron's heart was beating fast, he remained surprisingly calm. "You killed my mother," he choked out. "I wasn't just going to let that go."

Conscious of the fact that Rosalie was still standing near, instead of killing Aaron like he wanted to, Klaus just dropped Aaron on the floor and proceeded to disarm him.

"You're really doing a disservice to your mother's memory by coming to kill me while being so poorly prepared," Klaus told him. "Hasn't Rosalie told you that takes more than bullets or any of this nonsense that you have with you to kill me?"

"Yes," Aaron nodded. "But I at least thought I could slow you down a little with what I've got."

Klaus burst out laughing and then, before leaving, whispered to Rosalie, "This boy is an idiot, but he amuses me. So that's why I'm not gonna kill him. At least for the moment. It would be a waste of my time. I only kill actual threats."

"All right," Rosalie nodded. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Don't thank me," Klaus told her. "Just be relieved that your boyfriend is so stupid. If he wasn't, he'd be dead." Then, Klaus paused, strode back over to Aaron, and quite easily broke his arm before striding off again.

"Hospital!" Aaron cried and groaned from the pain. "Hospital!"

"Okay, I'll take you, but you really brought this on yourself, you know," Rosalie informed him. Before they left, she penned Klaus a note saying that she was going out and she didn't know when she'd be back.

After they emerged from the hospital with Aaron's arm set in a cast, as they drove around, he fumed. "Can you believe what your father said about me?" He asked Rosalie. "He said I wasn't worth killing. He laughed at me!"

"Well, of course he did!" Rosalie replied as she moved herself up a little to see over the steering wheel and shook her red hair out of her eyes. "You were acting like a total doofus. There was no way you were gonna kill him or even scare him with what you were doing."

"Fine," Aaron nodded. "Can I have some blood? I hurt."

"Well, that's your own fault, so I'm not giving you anything," Rosalie replied. "This is your penance to remind you to not do something so stupid again when you're only human."

"What if I don't want to be human anymore?" Aaron asked. Then, before Rosalie could stop him (cause he remembered that he had her blood in his system from that morning) he grabbed a knife out of the glove compartment (that Rosalie used to pry off her gas cap) and stabbed himself with it several times before finally slumping against the dashboard.

When she was pretty sure Aaron was dead, Rosalie pulled onto the shoulder and waited, picking up the bloody knife from the floor where it had landed and cleaning it off so she could put it back in its proper place. Then, when he sat up, he smiled at her. "See, I did it," he said. "Would your father be proud of me?"

Rosalie pulled him to her. "Let's not talk about my father now," she said and kissed him. They pulled apart a few seconds later and she let him nibble on her neck while she looked out for someone she could get to give him blood to help him transition. It didn't take long before a policeman stopped behind them and knocked on their window.

Rosalie reached forward and unlocked the door while the kind-eyed officer asked, "Excuse me, do you need help?"

"Yes," Rosalie nodded as Aaron turned and hissed at the man, his eyes black and veiny. "I think we do." She then let him pounce and watched with a smile as Aaron tore the man apart and left his limp body in the car just as Klaus had done with his mother.