"Stefan?" Elena asked again. "Klaus is here to take you to draw out Katherine so he can kill her..."Stefan said. "But there are two possible results... The first is that Katherine kills you before Klaus kill her.... And the second is that Klaus kills her before she kills you and then it's a happy ending!" I told her. Her jaw dropped. "Is that what you guys were talking about when I walked in earlier to get my purse?!?" She asked very anxiously. "Yes it was," said Damon when he entered the house. "I see someones feeling better!" I said then grinned. "Stefan, why didn't you tell me this before? Did you think I couldn't handle it?" She said in a tone that sounded as if she was blaming the whole thing on Stefan. "Look,Elena, I think you're over-reacting." I said as I crossed my arms and popped my hip out. "Really? You think I'm over-reacting?!? Well I found it hilarious when I found out that you are secretly in love with Stefan!" She said in a snobby way. "No I don-" I started but got cut off. "Oops! I forgot! He doesnt know... Well I guess he does now. Don't you Damon?" She said. "Look, I'm not getting-" I cut him off. I got in up Elena's face,"Be careful with who you mess with... For all you know, you could've just made an enemy... And trust me, an enemy thats a vampire isn't good... Watch your back. Okay?" I asked. I backed off and left the house to go out for a long, quiet walk with no Elena.
After a little while of walking, I went to The Grill for a drink. I walked through the doors and slowly made my way to the bar. When I got there, I sat down and ordered five shots of whiskey. After the first shot, I heard the door open. I looked at the bar tender and asked,"Which one is it, Damon or Stefan?" The bar tender shrugged and went to the back to start closing up. I heard footsteps walking toward the bar. "Are you Stefan or Damon?" I asked the person. "Neither, love." Said what seemed to be a mans voice. I turned around to find Klaus standing behind me smirking. "Look, if you're looking for Damon or Stefan, as you can see, the aren't with me." I told him. "Im not here to talk to them... I'm here for you."He said. "Really? What can I possibly do for you Mr.Klaus?" I asked. He smirked again. "Um... Can I help you with those shots?" He offered. "You can have one! No more!" I told him. He agreed with my offer.
12 SHOTS LATER
" Do you want me to drive you home?" He asked politely.
"I dont think its a good idea for either of us to home me drive." I replied with a drunk answer.
"How about this; I'll walk you home."
"But me can't walk no more... my fingers is too tired."
"I can carry you home!" He shouted.
"Shhhhh! Me fingers is gone to bedy-by!" I shouted back.
"Okay, let's get you home," he said grabbing my hands helping me stand up. "There! That wasnt too hard, was it?"
"No I guess not..... OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I screamed in pain. I had fallen.
"Okay, up you go!" He said as he flung me over his shoulder.
"Yeah! Free pony ride!" I giggled. I dont remember much of the night after that.... Oh right! So Klaus had carried my all the way home from The Grill. When he got to the door of the boarding house, he reached for the doorbell but right before he pressed it, Damon opened the door.
"There she is!" He said to himself. "Hey Stefan, she's back!" He yelled inside the house.
"Klaus... It's been a while... May I ask, why you are carrying Sierra home?" Damon asked.
"We met up at The Grill and well... Let's just say she had over seven shots." He answered.
"Yikes! Thats gonna hurt tomorrow morning!" He said,again,to himself. "Anyways, I'll take now." he said putting out his arms. Klaus gentally set me in Damons arms, said goodnight to Damon and I, kissed me on the forehead, and left. All I remember after that was Damon bringing me to my room and putting me in bed. The next morning, the worst hangover I have ever had!
