It only took Klaus a few seconds to realize what was going on when he heard things falling to the floor and shattering in different rooms of his home when he knew there had been no intruders.

Damnit. He'd been hoping to see her again on his terms. Standing up from the chair he'd been reading in situated in the corner of his bedroom, he decided to call out to her.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are. It isn't like you to be shy, Vivienne."

A second later, she appeared on his bed. She seemed entirely relaxed with her hands laced together behind her head, which was sinking into his pillow. For a moment - as he was sure was her intention - he was starkly reminded of the last time she had laid in that exact spot, bleeding out before he sent her away to die. He'd come to realize in the last few years that she had been telling the truth. Klaus had gone over every possibility in his head as to what motive she could have had for lying, and had been unable to find even one.

But Henrik - God, the mention of Henrik had made him see red. And in his anger he had reacted without logic.

Vivienne's mocking tone pulled him out of his reverie as a smirk covered her face before she said nonchalantly, "I don't know, babe. Maybe I've grown as a person." Vivienne winked obnoxiously at him and let her eyes bleed black for a moment before returning to their usual appearance, nothing short of a dare to rile him up.

Klaus wasn't going to rise to the bait. Instead he walked closer to her silently, looking her up and down while she didn't move, seeming entirely relaxed. It wasn't sexual or lascivious - he merely catalogued all that had changed.

She looked - colder. Harder. Her appearance was clearly reconstructed, and it made him feel a pang of - not sadness. Obviously she could do whatever she wanted with her body. But Klaus didn't know if she would have ever felt the need or desire to change if she'd stayed with his family and all had continued as it had been during her first months with his family.

Klaus kept his own voice even and detached when he spoke, noting that she'd raised her eyebrows and looked amusedly expectant in response to his silence.

"The last time you laid on my bed I did you a disservice."

Vivienne snorted and looked annoyed as she sat up and sarcastically said, "That is certainly one way to phrase it."

She pouted and hopped off of the bed, walking slowly around the room and examining the books on his bedside table, carelessly flipping through them. Without looking away from his copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray, Vivienne said in an exaggeratedly sad voice, "Not to be melodramatic, but you broke my shriveled, demonic heart that day. I had been ridiculously infatuated with you."

She looked up at him and was more serious than he had seen her since she'd first introduced herself to his family when she said, "You've realized by now of course that I hadn't been lying. It was probably your distrust that was harder to accept than the refusal to help me after I saved your asses."

Klaus opened his mouth but then shut it again. He'd known that she had seen him in a romantic light, but their relationship had been unspoken. He had never truly assigned a word to his feelings, instead letting them develop in the back of his mind, deciding to deal with them later when he had time to think the possibilities over. For her to point it out so blatantly, and in the past tense - he didn't know how to feel.

Vivienne, clearly seeing that his expression signaled his lack of prepared response, laughed loudly and put down the book, strolling over to him until she only stood a few feet away.

Her eyes trailed over him critically, and he knew he was somehow being judged. After a minute of silence she shrugged and stepped forward before grabbing his wrist. He was suddenly overcome with a pressing sensation on every inch of his body and his vision went dark, which stopped after a second.

Klaus instinctively let his fangs descend as he looked around the unfamiliar room, five people already occupying it. Only two of them looked at them, and they only barely glanced at his and Vivienne's sudden appearance, instead for the most part keeping their eyes trained on an enormous map of Manhattan hanging on the wall, covered with different colored pushpins.

One of the men, however, approached Vivienne - Klaus sensed after a second that he was a werewolf and felt the familiar pang of resentment that his mother had been sure that he couldn't turn any hybrids following the death of the doppelgänger - and started speaking in a respectful voice.

"You were right about the McAllisters, Lethe. They tried to rent themselves out to perform spells for other supernaturals in the Upper East side."

Vivienne released his wrist and started talking in a firm voice.

"Send Mark and Christopher to deal with them. Keep the kills below four. I'm taking the hybrid out on the town."

After hearing her words, all of the men whipped their heads around to stare wide eyed at them. Evidently they hadn't realized who he was, and Klaus felt a smug expression cover his face as he lets his fangs retract. However before he could speak, Vivienne spoke again.

"Keep me updated on the situation. If they retaliate, I'll put together a group to take them out."

At her words, the group seemed reassured, and once more, Klaus felt Vivienne grab his wrist and pull them somewhere else.

Rebekah stared down at the text from Vivienne on her phone. She didn't know whether to be worried or incredibly, incredibly amused.

"Took your half brother to New York. Grabbing drinks, catching up, yada yada. Then I'm leaving him here and letting him find his way home. Talk to ya soon!"

Elijah seemed to have received a similar message, seeing as when he returned to the mansion an hour later he immediately said, "This has the potential to be a very bad evening."

Rebekah snorted in response and added another splash of whiskey to the mixed drink she'd been making, realizing that she'd likely need the alcohol for the night ahead, especially once Vivienne abandoned Nik in New York City. He'd be nothing short of apoplectic.

"Quite right. Nik will be sure to throw a tantrum when she returns."

Out of the corner of her eye Rebekah saw Elijah turn to her with an alarmed expression. In a slow, cautious tone he asked, "When you say she returns..."

Rebekah burst into laughter. Apparently Vivienne or Klaus - whoever had reached out to her oldest brother - hadn't included that little detail.

"She plans on returning alone, stranding him in the city."

He looked contemplative at her answer, silently assessing the situation in his mind.

"Well. We can't argue that it's undeserved."