Angelica stood in front of the mirror in the hallway and looked herself over, blushing deeply as she pushed some loose strands of hair that had escaped her bun behind her ears.

What was she doing? A person shouldn't wear an outfit like this to a dinner with their grandparents! She looked down. No one showed off breasts like these at a dinner with their grandparents! Then she smirked and bit her lip.

But then again…they weren't the only ones at the dinner…and Klaus was doing this for her with…only a little complaining so…maybe he deserved to look at a sexy jumpsuit with a low neckline!

Then she froze, feeling someone behind her as goosebumps broke out all over her body. He was here. She could feel him.

Clearing her throat, she turned to face the father of her daughter, ready to tell him to go upstairs and change into something more appropriate…but her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.

He wore a pair of black trousers and a leather belt with shiny black boots and a black shirt with rolled up sleeves and a few buttons undone (damn him!). His curly hair was combed back, and he gave her a wicked smirk.

Good Grandpa, could Klaus look any hotter if he tried? He probably could, and she didn't want to test him.

"You…you showered," she got out lamely.

"Of course, I did," he said, coming close, his full lips curving into a grin. "I usually shower before dinner with the sexiest woman I know." He slid a hand over her arm. "I would have loved for you to have been there with me, but…I can wait." He looked her over. "You look sexy."

"What?" She blushed bright red, brushing invisible dirt off her silk jumpsuit. "This is nothing. It's an old thing from the back of my closet." This was a lie. She'd bought it new the day before, not even on sale.

"Really? He smirked and ran a finger down her neck, grabbing her to bring her in full contact with his body.

"Oh!" She stumbled and saved herself, putting her hands on his bulging chest.

"You know," he leaned toward her and gently nibbled on her earlobe, whispering in her ear. "That's a gorgeous outfit, Angel, but don't you think it's a bit risqué for a dinner with your family? I could understand if you wanted a romantic dinner for two, but…"

"I…I…I don't," she stammered, unable to get out anything coherent. "I think its it's fine."

"Be honest," Klaus grinned, and bit his lip. "Did you put on this outfit to seduce me?"

"What? No!" She shook her head, lying through her teeth. "Not everything I do has to do with you!"

"Oh, look at this, no bra," he mused with a wink as he bit and kissed her jawline, sliding his hand under the fabric to cup one of her breasts.

"I…I will…I…" she moaned. "I have a good reason that has nothing to do with you. I couldn't wear a bra because…" she began panting heavily, running her fingers through his hair. "I couldn't do it because my neckline is too deep."

"I think you're lying to me, Angel," he chuckled and slapped her butt playfully.

"Maybe," she whispered in his right ear, kissing his clean-shaving cheek as she inhaled deeply.

Damn, he smelled so nice!"

Then the sound of the doorbell snapped them out of their reveries as they both whipped around and faced the front door.

"What a shame," Klaus clicked his tongue and cupped her bottom, giving it a brief squeeze as he pulled her close. "It's your family. We could have had so much fun if not for them." He clicked his tongue. "I guess it will just have to wait." He winked.

"Right," she turned, pushing herself away from them and taking a few steps toward the door before stumbling.

"Do you…do you need some help?" Klaus asked with a grin as he pulled her to her feet.

"No, no, thank you," she shook her head and cleared her throat, smoothing out her hair and regaining her more serious manner. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go let my grandparents in."


Angie finally made her way to the door after a bit of a struggle to get her balance on her new heels, pulling it open and finding herself face to face with her Grandpa Sean and Grandma Sarah.

"Hello!" She gave them a grin and pushed some hair out of her eyes. "Welcome, you two! Come on in! I made some appetizers and if you give me a few minutes, I could also make coffee, or tea, or…"

"A cup of tea would be wonderful," Sarah smiled and gave her granddaughter a kiss on the cheek as she looked over her outfit. "You look stunning, sweetheart!" Then she looked over Angelica's shoulder at Klaus. "Hello to you too, Klaus! Lovely to see you. It's been too long!"

"It's a pleasure to see you too, you beautiful woman," Klaus grinned and hugged the stunning woman, kissing both her cheeks. "You look stunning too! Why don't you go sit in the living room and I'll make the tea."

"Oh, you flatterer," Sarah playfully hit Klaus' arm and blushed. "No wonder you were able to steal my granddaughter away. I'm not surprised she was unable to resist you!"

"She stole my heart way before I stole her from you," Klaus replied with a wink as Angelica gave him a shy smile.

Meanwhile, Sean watched all this unhappily, and then growled. Fuck Klaus Mikaelson and his Casanova charms! He might be able to fool Angelica and Sarah, but not him! He reached out for his wife's skirt, grabbed a fistful of the fabric and pulled her back toward him.

"What are you doing?" Sarah cried out.

"You…you have something on your skirt," Sean mumbled, avoiding his wife's stare.

"I don't," Sarah shook her head. "Now show that you actually have manners and greet Klaus and Angelica!" She gave him a push toward his granddaughter.

"Hi, Grandpa, you look very handsome today," Angelica complimented him and then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, honey," he smiled, then his face changed as he looked over. "And you look…where in the world did that come from? Did Klaus order you to wear it?"

"I…what?" Angelica's jaw dropped. "No, I picked it out myself! And I happen to think I look stunning!"

"Sean Mikaelson!" A wide-eyed Sarah gave her husband a slap on the arm. "What in the world would make you say something like that? Apologize to your granddaughter for such a stupid remark because she looks amazing!"

"She does," Klaus agreed, eyes narrowed on the other man, arms crossed. "You don't think Angelica is capable of picking her own outfits?

"Well, I don't know," Sean shot back. "But you have to admit, Mikaelson, that her taste isn't as tasteful as it used to be. It just takes one look at you to be sure of that. And after what her father put her through, you can't blame me for worrying." He took a step forward toward his enemy, hands on his waist.

"Grandpa, for crying out loud!" Angelica cried out, stomping her foot on the floor.

"It will save us all a lot of grief if you admit that you were forced into this dinner!" Klaus yelled at Sean. "If your wife hadn't ordered you to come, you wouldn't have. Not having to see my face was more preferable to you than seeing your granddaughter!" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh, it's true that I have no trouble avoiding you every chance I can," Sean admitted. "I have other ways of seeing my granddaughter that don't involve you!"

"Well, I don't like being around you either," Klaus snapped. "Finally, we agree on something!"

"That's enough!" Angelica yelled impatiently. "This is my house and my dinner, and I demand respect! If you have to pretend to like each other, or stay silent the whole dinner, that's fine! I just want to spend a peaceful evening with my family, okay?"

"Hear, hear," Sarah nodded. "Klaus…" She grabbed his arm. "What do you say we have a glass of the best wine you have and we'll go look at your garden? I've heard that you have amazing tomatoes and roses outside."

"You can go, but don't take any drinks from him," Sean snapped. "But then again, why do you need to see a garden? You've seen gardens before!"

"I can do what I want," Sarah shot back. "And I want to see Klaus's garden! While we're out there, ask your granddaughter if she'd like help making dinner! It's the least you can do after all the trouble you've caused."

"Fine," Sean pouted and crossed his arms.

Klaus smirked and stuck his tongue out.

"Did you see?" Sean cried. "Did you see what he did?"

"Klaus, don't!" Angelica snapped. "Don't be part of the problem. Behave!" She stabbed a finger in her lover's direction, wishing Victoria wasn't sound asleep upstairs, cause it was always a bad idea to wake her.. It was a desperate situation and a cute baby as a distraction would have been handy.

"Yes, my queen," Klaus replied, feeling a little shame as he took Sarah's arm and guided her to the cellar. The tea she'd originally asked for, it seemed, could wait.


Azrael nervously drummed her nails on the kitchen table, turning her head to glance at Leighton from time to time as he made dinner for them both.

"I had no idea you cooked," she remarked at last.

"I love cooking," he smiled and set a plate down in front of her before sitting down with his own. "But the preparation has to be easy and quick because of my leg." He winced and hoped she wouldn't see it.

The Angel of Death took a napkin and placed it in her lap. "Leighton, if…" she took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. "I...I've been looking forward to this weekend, but if it's too much for your leg…"

"Stop," he said firmly, locking eyes with her. "I didn't say that. Your beautiful face is making me forget the pain Azrael. Being here with you is better than any other medicine the doctor could give me."

She grinned and looked at her plate, hoping he wouldn't see her blush, grabbing her fork and digging into the carbonara pasta he had made for them. It didn't take long for her eyes to widen with pleasure. "Leighton, this is delicious!"

"Well I hope so," he winked. "I cooked it just for you, sweetheart!" He winked and took a large mouthful. "Yep. Not bad if I do say so myself."

Azrael nodded. "Oh, it's better than not bad!" Smiling, she wiped the corners of her lips with a napkin.

Leighton made a face. "Promise me that you're not one of those women who only eat celery and drink water? I like people who enjoy food. I enjoy food." He passed her the cheese.

"Me?" Azrael made a face. "Oh, no! I love food! In fact, when a certain niece of mine throws her Halloween parties, I'm the one who does all the taste testing. I know you'd never guess it from looking at me since I'm so petite, but I've been blessed to be able to basically eat whatever I want and not gain a pound."

Leighton smiled. "Well, it doesn't matter to me if you gain weight or not. I'm not complaining. You'll always be a sexy, beautiful woman to me." He grinned wickedly. "You seem to also have been blessed with a pair of round, firm, perky breasts."

"Leighton!" Azrael cried, standing up fast as her napkin fluttered to the floor. "Don't say things like that!"

"What's wrong with what I said?" Leighton shrugged and pushed some of his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes as she sat back down. "Isn't that the point of this trip? To learn about each other? To share her feelings? To be together…and fuck?"

"Oh, please tell me you're kidding!" She blushed and pushed her plate away. "I'm not hungry anymore." She pushed her chair back from the table and stood up.

"Come on, Azrael!" Leighton clicked his tongue. "How long are we going to play this game of pretending we aren't attracted to each other when all we want to do is lock the bedroom door and hop in bed together for days?"

He threw his own napkin on the table.

"It's getting late," she snapped. "I had a long drive here and I'm getting tired. I think I'm going to take a shower, then go to bed alone." Then she stared longingly at her plate and then picked it up. "But I'll finish this first. No sense in letting it go to waste. Good night, Leighton. Have a good time sleeping by yourself!"

"Oh, really?" He yelled as he watched her make her way toward the bathroom. "You would really make a man with a bum leg sleep on the sofa?"

"Yes I will," she called back. "Go to hell!"


After finishing her pasta, Azrael left the empty plate next to the bathroom door and went inside, undressing and turning on the shower, before taking a deep breath and heading inside as the hot water flow over her, wetting her hair and relaxing her tense body.

Why did Leighton Fale think it was okay to talk to her with that foolish air of superiority? She was Azrael, Angel of Death, and she'd been around much longer than he'd been alive! She wasn't just some call girl he'd ordered and was paying for!

After relaxing in the shower for a little longer, she turned the water off, then stepped out and wrapped a large towel around her body.

It helped a little but the whole situation was still making her uneasy.

Then she took a deep breath and stared at herself in the mirror, heaving a sigh. What in the world was she doing? This thing between them was insane on so many levels! She'd never done anything like it before! Was she losing her mind?

Biting her bottom lip, she closed her eyes and shook her head. Damn, he was so sexy, and for the first time in her life, she wanted a man badly, even if it seemed like a very bad idea.

Cursing under her breath, she realized that she'd not brought a change of clothes or any toiletries into the bathroom with her, which meant she had no choice but to put on the clothes she'd arrived in, go back to the bedroom, brush her teeth, and call it a day.

She heaved a big, loud sigh, and turned to pick up the clothes that she'd left on a bench by the window and put them on. But, to her shock, they'd disappeared!

What was going on? Where had they gone?

She looked underneath, hoping, praying that they'd fallen on the floor. But…no such luck. She continued to hunt around the bathroom, getting angrier with each passing second. Could Leighton have come in while she was showering and taken her clothes to have them washed? It wasn't like they were very dirty, but…no. If he were taking her clothes, it was for a much different reason that she wouldn't put past him.

She growled and stomped her foot. Damn that Leighton Fale!

Striding over to the door, she flung it open wide, striding purposefully through the open living room of the chalet, not giving a damn if she was dripping water all over the fancy rugs with her wet hair. If Leighton had taken her clothes, then that was his problem!

As she reached the living room, she froze, jaw dropping. A fire had been lit in the fireplace by Leighton and as he turned to face her, Azrael realized he was as naked as the day he'd been born.

"Oh, my! Oh…what the…Leighton, you're naked!"

"Yes," he grinned and looked her over. "And you're overdressed! Do you need me to help you with the towel?"

Azrael shook her head. "That's not funny, Leighton! What possessed you to do this? Why are you naked?"

"You!" Leighton grinned. "You're the reason I'm naked.

"Where are my clothes?" She snapped, unmoved, her hands on either side of her tense body.

"Why do you care about them?" Leighton asked. "We don't have to be shy here. And there's no reason for us to leave. Your clothes are in a safe place. You'll get them back…in a week or two."

"That's not funny!" Azrael stomped her foot. "I demand you give them back to me!"

"I don't think I can do that," he leaned on his cane. "Sorry. I just don't want to give you false hope."

"Oh, will you put something on so I can look you in the eye?" She snapped.

"Why should I do that?" He asked. "You've seen your share of naked bodies." He shrugged. "I mean they've all been dead naked bodies, but nevertheless, I'm not much different, am I?" He chuckled.

"You're insane!" Azrael turned to face him, stabbing a finger in his direction and trying to keep her eyes from straying below his waist. "If you don't want to give me my clothes back? Fine, I'll leave!"

Leighton burst out laughing. "You'll drive home in a towel?"

"Yeah," Azrael nodded. "I will"

"Not without your keys, you won't," he shook his head. "I took them too." He was entirely unapologetic.

"What?" Her jaw dropped in shock.

"Yeah, I figured you'd try and run off so I put them in a secure place like I did with your clothes."

"You can't do that!" She cried, grabbing a pillow. "You can't just hold me hostage!"

"I'm not holding you hostage," Leighton said, looking a little hurt. "It's for your own good! You'll thank me later. I thought it would give you an incentive to jump my bones."

"Oh, I hate you!" She took a step forward and threw the pillow at his face. "You and your stupid, stupid plans. You clearly know nothing about women!"

"Hey don't you attack a poor invalid this way!" He burst out laughing. "But your passion is promising! Bring it into the bedroom and maybe this'll be a great couple of weeks after all. We'll probably fuck at least three times a day. Maybe more!"

"Oh, I think not!" Azrael shook her head. "You can fuck yourself for all I care!" She turned and made her way to the kitchen table, pulling the table cloth off it.

"What are you doing now?" He asked with a frown.

"That's none of your business, Leighton Fale," She snapped furiously as she made her way to the bedroom with whatever dignity she had left. "Sleep on the sofa and don't even think of trying to get in bed with me!" She paused. "But I know you'll try it anyway. I think it might be best to put a dresser in front of the door.

"Fine, do whatever you want," Leighton said. "it won't stop me. Good night sweetheart! And sweet dreams of me!"


"You're a big girl, aren't you?" Sean smiled and cooed at Victoria before kissing her forehead and rocking her gently as he paced back and forth in front of the crib, giving Angelica a smile. "Thank you for the chance to have some time with this beautiful girl."

"I thought…I thought it would do you some good to see her and hold her in your arms," she told him with a smile. "And she's sure growing fast. She'll probably be a teenager soon." Angelica sighed longingly. "That's the thing about being a supernatural being: you don't stay a baby for long."

Sean smiled and reached out to move a strand of hair out of her eyes. "I don't mind saying it again: she's a beautiful girl. She looks just like you." He grinned and put Victoria back in her crib, watching as she fell asleep.

"I don't know," Angelica blushed a little and shrugged. "I think she has more of Klaus than she does me."

This made her grandfather roll his eyes. "You don't need to do that. You can spare me such things as hearing that she'll be like him. I think it would be much better for everyone if she was like you."

"Grandpa, what do you have against Klaus?" Angie questioned him as she pulled him away from the crib.

"Do you want a full list or a summary?" Sean asked her. "Because I'd be more than happy to list all the reasons why this whole situation is a bad idea."

Angelica sighed. "Look, it's nice that you care, but you're mistaken. Klaus is my soulmate, okay? He's good to me, he's good to Victoria, and there's nothing you can do or say that would change that." She paused and bit her thumbnail. "Even if most days I want to run away to…"

"I knew it!" Sean grinned triumphantly, pointing a finger at his granddaughter. "I knew he wasn't treating you right and it's the same situation you put yourself in with your father all over again! Pack your things and Victoria's and you can come home with your grandmother and me. We have plenty of space and I think it's best we do it as soon as possible."

"What, no!" Angelica's eyes widened and she shook her head wildly as she grabbed his forearm. "There's no need for that. I don't want to leave him or my home! And what is with you and what seems like every other man in my family just deciding how I'm going to live my life? This is where I belong and who I belong with and that's that."

She took a deep breath. "But sometimes, it feels like…I don't deserve to be here. Like I'm just some poor charity case Klaus took in and that Klaus deserves more than some sad pathetic woman full of baggage who's so messed up in the head that who knows if I'll ever be able to love him back?"

Sean sighed. "You're serious? There's nothing I can do to get you to leave here?"

"No," Angelica shook her head and grabbed his arm. "Victoria's asleep, so why don't we go downstairs and see if there's any last minute things that need to be done with dinner."


"Okay everyone, who's ready for some spaghetti Bolognese?" Angie smiled and placed the large bowl of pasta on the table while Klaus followed with salad and breadsticks.

"This is one of my favorite dishes!" Sean exclaimed. "How did you know? It looks so delicious!"

"Actually, it was Klaus who made it," Angelica admitted. "He's amazing with pasta. A wonderful cook!" She sat down and put a napkin in her lap.

Sean winced. "Oh, well, I think I just lost my appetite," he muttered through clenched teeth, then let out a cry as Sarah kicked him under the table. "Shit, Sarah! Why did you do that?"

"Would you just eat and not say another word?" She snapped and reached for the breadsticks Klaus handed her. "Thank you, Klaus. They smell wonderful! It's so good to know that my granddaughter has found herself a charming and dashing man who can cook, too!"

"It's one of my requirements," Angelica told her and gave Klaus a wink.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Sean rolled his eyes and stuffed his mouth with pasta.

"Anything else you'd like to say?" Angelica asked her grandfather with a raised eyebrow.

"No, dear, just my stomach," Sean replied.

Klaus glared at Sean and heaved a big sigh. "I'm glad you enjoy my cooking, Sarah. I've been on this earth a long time, and I figured it would be an absolute sin if I didn't eventually learn how to cook properly."

"Makes sense!"

"You have yourself a good man, Angelica," Sarah told her granddaughter, her eyes lighting up as she tasted the dish for the first time. "Oh, that's marvelous!" She nudged her husband. "Isn't it delicious, Sean?"

"It's okay," Sean shrugged. "Pasta is pasta." He then grabbed the salad bowl, wincing as Angelica kicked him under the table.

"Damn!" He muttered, rubbing his calf.

"Making fresh pasta is an art, Sean," Klaus remarked with a smirk. "And I think I've perfected it over the years."

"Oh, I'm sure seducing women is an art too, to you. You must be very good at it after all these years, no?"

"I won't lie," Klaus said. "For a time, the pursuit of boyfriends and girlfriends was my life, but…there's only one woman for me now: my Angelica."

Angie giggled like a mad woman for a few seconds before she got herself to stop, letting him gently rub her neck.

He smiled and then held out the wine to Sarah. "Would you like more?"

"Yes, please," Sarah nodded, holding her glass out. But Sean snatched it out of her grip before it could be filled.

"Don't you think you've had enough already?" He asked.

"No, I don't think so," Sarah shook her head. "And it's not like I'm the one who's driving home, right? That's your job so I can have as much to drink as I want!"

Sean heaved a big sigh. "I wish I could drink to forget," he muttered.

"Too bad!" Sarah grinned and held her glass out again. "More, please, Klaus!"

"Oh, dear me," Angelica sighed and put her head in her hands, taking a deep breath. "Why can't my family behave appropriately at nice dinners?" Then she shut her eyes tight and shoveled some pasta into her mouth and gulped down some white wine.

"Don't feel too bad, love," Klaus tried to reassure her by taking her hand. "Dinners with my family are problems too." He smiled and leaned forward, taking some pasta that was falling down her chin before throwing it in his mouth and kissing her rather soundly.

Sean made a face at this and sighed loudly.

"Sean, aren't you a Mikaelson also?" Sarah pointed out perniciously. "No wonder you need as much attention as Klaus."

"I'm not," Sean reminded her. "Not really. I was adopted into the Mikaelson family. I'm not trying to put the spotlight on myself. Not when you and Klaus putting attention on him!"

"Yes, you're adopted, but that doesn't make you any less of a Mikaelson." Klaus pointed out. "And…correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't John your biological father?" He grinned wickedly, but only for a few seconds before Angie kicked him under the table and he swore under his breath.

"Fuck," he muttered, glaring her as he rubbed his leg.

"Don't go there, Klaus, or we could get into a fistfight, you and I," Sean warned.

"Speaking of fighting," Klaus easily changed the subject before eating another bite of pasta, "did you see that new sports complex that opened up, Sean?"

"Yeah," Sean nodded. "What's your point?"

"Well, I thought it would be a good way for us to get to know one another by practicing some boxing," Klaus suggested with a shrug. "It would be friendly fight, of course."

"I don't like this," Angie muttered. "You're never friendly when you fight."

"Don't worry, dear," Sean smirked. "I like it. Just tell me the date and I'll be there, Klaus."

"I'll set something up," Klaus told him before turning to Angelica. "If it will ease your mind, I'll ask Elijah to officiate it. Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes," Angelica nodded. "My father is already gone from my life. I don't want my grandfather gone too."

"You're being very dramatic tonight, Angel," Klaus told her. "I have nothing but the utmost respect for Sean. It's very admirable how dedicated he is to the hospital."

"And I know no one asked me, but I wouldn't mind if they killed each other," Sarah said. "Men can be chauvinist pigs. It's a shame that they can't die since they're supernatural."

"Oh, come on, Sarah," Klaus told her. "How many years did you wait to be with Sean after he abandoned you to run off to Europe?"

"Klaus, shut up!" Angie hissed through her teeth.

"I was in Europe to study medicine so I could have a well-paying career to help support my daughter, Ellie," Sean told him. "Not that that's any of your damn business!"

"But you found each other again," Klaus reminded her. "That's wonderful! For you lovebirds!"

"Of course we did," Sarah nodded. "Once he had time to become a man!"

Sean spit out his wine when he heard this. "Are you kidding me, Sarah? All you thought of at that time was having me glued to you because me doing exactly what you wanted was more important than me having a career!"

"You literally abandoned me and your daughter!" Sarah cried.

"You see what you did?" Angelica spat at Klaus. "This is all your fault!"

"I didn't do anything!" Klaus protested. "It's not my fault that your grandfather isn't as perfect as he thinks he is." He winked. "Now…who wants dessert? I made tiramisu."

Sean rolled his eyes and threw his napkin on the table. "Of course you did."


"Are you happy?" Angelica closed the front door behind her departing grandparents before facing her lover with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I don't know what you mean by that," Klaus said, avoiding her gaze and burying his hands in his pockets.

"The dinner was delicious, but you poisoned the whole atmosphere. It was a living hell!" She poked him in the chest with her finger.

"It was your grandfather who made the dinner a living hell," Klaus corrected. "I just matched his energy. It seemed only right."

Angie sighed, unable to be able to respond to that.

"I was hoping that you could find it in yourself to be the bigger man," she huffed.

"I cooked him dinner and dessert and I didn't spit in it or anything," Klaus reminded her. "I was the perfect host." He pulled her to him, a hand placed firmly around her waist.

She looked up in surprise, putting both hands on his bare chest.

"I need to make it clear to you that no one will ever take you away from me," he warned her seriously. "Understood?"

She nodded, trembling, even though she didn't understand why he cared so much about her at all.

"Good," he gave her a firm nod, released her, and turned to walk away.

Once he was gone, she took a deep breath and put a hand on her chest to feel her heart beating fast. What the hell had just happened?