I'm waiting upstairs still when I hear footsteps. Caroline walks into the room, about ready to say something when Klaus follows shortly in behind her.
Confused I ask, "Klaus? What are you doing here?"
He smiles at me, "Long time no see, Elena. I'm actually here for you."
Caroline cuts in, "Okay, look this is crazy! Klaus I am not going to stand for this."
Klaus looks at Caroline and sarcastically says, "Cut the dramatics, love. I just want to speak with Elena for a moment."
Caroline sighs and storms out of the room.
"You're here for me?" I ask.
I make my way to the wet bar and pour myself a drink, in which I desperately need. "Do you want one?" I ask Klaus, trying to be a host half heartedly.
He nods, I turn away from him and I turn and start to pour him a drink.
Just then I can't deny what I smell. Human blood. I stop for a moment and catch my breath, struggling. I turn to see Klaus holding a bag of blood that looks to be from a blood bank. He's got the bag held up over his mouth as it drips into his mouth slowly.
I clench my teeth and look at him with a very questioning look, "What do you think you are doing?"
He swallows and turns to look at me smiling; I see blood visible on his hybrid teeth. His eyes are golden yellow, and he looks very satisfied. "You want a taste? There's plenty more where that came from."
I shake my head back and forth completely unnerved by what is happening. Klaus starts to walk up to me slowly. "Stop." I say.
"But why, love? I know you want a taste, come on just a little taste."
I feel myself losing control, I'm fighting my vampire side as hard as I can, I don't want anyone to know what I'm going through; but the blood. It smells so amazing, and I'm so hungry. I feel my vampy side pushing through, I just can't control this anymore. All I want is blood. Human blood. I want the warm red taste of blood flowing through me.
I start to walk slowly over to Klaus, he smiles as I get closer.... I take the blood bag from him. I've lost all control, the blood is my weakness. I slowly bring it up to my mouth, it slowly slides up the straw... It's so close to making contact with my mouth.....
Just then, the blood bag is ripped from my grasp and thrown into the fireplace.
It's Stefan.
