Part 10

There was something wrong about Kol's wife. Klaus couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was sure of it. She was no ordinary woman. Attractive, yes, arousing, yes, but there was also something else. Klaus wanted to shag her, he couldn't deny that, and if she wouldn't be Kol's wife, he wouldn't have hesitated for a second. He wasn't sure why should he hesitate now.

Back in the good old days, he and Kol had often seduced each other's conquests for fun. It had been a playful competition. Those women hadn't really meant anything for either of them. Of course, many things had changed. Klaus had actually felt something for Caroline and now for Camille. With Kol's wife, his feelings were purely physical. He couldn't remember the last time he would have wanted any woman so badly. It couldn't be just because of her appearance, there had to be something else.

"Right then," Rebekah stated after Kol and his wife had left the room. "At least Kol didn't kill those vampires."

"Is it just me or was there something kind of creepy about that woman?" Hayley murmured.

"Yeah, there was," Rebekah huffed. "But I wouldn't expect anything less from Kol." She paused and glanced at Elijah. "What did you think? Elijah?"

Their older brother seemed slightly startled as he cleared his throat.

"What?"

Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on, surely you've seen a pretty girl before?"

Elijah's eyes widened.

"What, no. That's not what I… Don't be ridiculous."

"Sure," Rebekah hummed grinning. "Whatever you say, big brother."

Hayley frowned and pressed her lips together as she glanced at Elijah. Klaus couldn't hide his amusement, apparently even his "noble" brother was able to act like a normal man.

"No need to be embarrassed, Elijah," he assured innocently. "I think most men would like to get into her panties."

"Niklaus," Elijah protested. "This is our brother's wife you are talking about."

"I know," Klaus replied smirking. "Just an observation."

Elijah shook his head and huffed disapprovingly.

"That's not an appropriate way to talk about our sister-in-law."

"Hayley's right though," Rebekah stated. "There was something strange about her."

"Perhaps," Klaus hummed. "I found her quite interesting."

"I bet you did," Hayley snorted. "So much for all that crap about you worrying our daughter's safety."

Klaus frowned.

"What?"

"We don't know anything about her," Hayley pointed out. "Except that she's creepy. And yet you have no problem for her staying here?"

"She's my brother's wife," Klaus replied. "You think Kol wants to hurt our daughter?"

"No, probably not, but we're not talking about him."

"Hayley, you have nothing to worry about," Elijah assured. "We're not going to let anything happen to you or the child. I'll talk to Kol in the morning."

Clearly Hayley wasn't pleased, but she didn't say anything.

"I think I'll go to bed," she murmured after a moment of silence.

"I'm going out," Rebekah stated. "Assuming you can handle everything here."

"Of course," Klaus snorted. He had no intention to go to sleep anytime soon, he had too much on his mind. Something about that woman was really bothering him. As always, painting helped him to clear his thoughts. He worked for couple of hours until he suddenly smelled her. She had just walked past his room. Alone. Perfect. This was his chance to find out everything about this woman.

Silently he opened the door and went after her. She was heading to the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen, he saw her looking into the fridge. Her back was turned, and her long chestnut curls almost reached her waist. She was only wearing one of Kol's shirts, it barely reached her midthigh.

"Finding anything interesting?" Klaus asked while staring at her.

"Uh huh," she replied without turning around. She didn't startle either. "I want something sweet."

When she turned around, she had a cupcake in her hand. Hayley had wanted those and of course Elijah had brought her a whole box. The girl ate the cupcake without paying any attention to Klaus.

"Is it good?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Sweet."

He found himself staring at her breasts and the hem of her shirt. It would only take him a second to rip the shirt off and throw her onto the table. Take her. Make her moan. She wanted it. Why else would she be teasing him? What the hell was she doing to him?

"Nothing."

He startled as she suddenly spoke. She was looking at him now, the look in her light green eyes was piercing.

"What?" he managed to ask.

"You want my body," she stated calmly. "It's not yours to take. I live in it. It's not empty."

"Oh please," he snorted, trying to hide his discomfort. "Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart, why would I…"

"I live in it," she repeated firmly. "I didn't choose this body, but it's mine. I decide who I share it with."

"Then why are you walking around here half naked?" Klaus snapped. "You like teasing men?"

He wasn't sure what the hell was going on here, but he knew it had to be somehow her fault. She was doing something to him, why else would he feel like this? She certainly wasn't the first attractive woman he had met.

"I'm wearing my husband's shirt," she replied calmly. "It smells like him. My love. I want to keep him close to me."

"What are you?" Klaus snapped.

"I'm your brother's wife. He belongs to me. No one will take him from me again."

"Really? Was that a threat, love?" Klaus asked mockingly.

The girl smiled.

"We have all suffered. Does hurting others ease your suffering?"

Klaus' eyes narrowed.

"You don't know anything about me…"

"No, it doesn't. It makes you lonely. I was lonely for a long time. All alone in darkness. Lost. Hated. Unwanted." She paused and slowly made her way towards Klaus. "You don't want that. No one does."

Klaus wanted to say anything. Mock her. Laugh at her. Yet he didn't. He couldn't even look into her damn eyes. What kind of witchcraft was this?

"I'm not your enemy," she stated after a moment of silence. "But I will protect my love. No one will take him from me."

With that she left. Klaus wasn't sure what had just happened, but he certainly knew one thing. She was no ordinary woman.