Chapter Twelve

If Stefan didn't know any better, he'd say that Klaus actually had feelings for Alisha. Why else would he have been painting that picture of her?

The morning went on without any issues. The day as well. Klaus whistled his way through the house all day. Which was not something he did normally.

Alisha spent the day playing Black Ops on the XBOX in her room that Stefan gave her, so she wasn't so bored.

Soon it was time for her to get ready for her night out with Klaus, and she had been thinking all day about what she would wear. Should she wear slacks with a nice blouse? Like friends hanging out? A skirt and a dress shirt? Like friends that could be more? Or a dress... that says what she wished she was. 

She decided on a nice skirt and a blouse.

Dark blue blouse, with a black skirt and leather lace up boots that she stole from Rebekah's closet. Well, they were pretty bitchin' boots. She did her makeup, and curled her hair, but had most of it up. So she didn't look too nice.

When it was time to go, Klaus came and got her. He was wearing a nice black button up shirt, with thin blue stripes, and black slacks. His hair was all gelled back, and he looked sexy as hell.

She was so excited. But she hated that she was still happy to see him. He killed your sister!!! Kept screaming in her head. But she didn't seem to be mad at himMaybe since he compelled her to not be sad, and not to be scated of him, it made her not mad at him? She didn't know. But she did know, that she really wanted to be near him. Just something about the way he called her "love"

"Are you ready Love?" And she melts.

"Yup" She skipped over to him. "You like my boots?" "Love them""I stole them from Rebekah""I like you a little more now"He laughed. Did he really like her? Like, at all?They left the mansion, and got into his new Blood Red colored Porsche, and drove off. Hoping she wouldn't see anyone she knew. But that was pretty slim to none. She grew up in this town, it's a fat chance she wouldn't see people she knew. In one way or another. She walked past Matt,  who was with Caroline, but they didn't say anything to either of them. She was with Klaus, so they knew better.

But Alisha wanted to say hi. So badly. She really missed her friends. Man, she really hoped this night went well. She hadn't been out in so long. And she really hoped to see Stefan tonight too. That would be the perfect ending to a perfect night. Assuming everything with Klaus went well too.

First up was dinner, at a fancy restaurant that had just opened, because she had never seen it before, it was called 'Frenchies' it only served French foods.

"I've never been here before, I wonder who owns it?""I do. I bought it. Seems quaint."He was happy when they brought him his wine. But it was a darker wine. "They serve me Blood. I opened this place for Vampires to enjoy themselves. They can drink here without fear of hurting humans. Actually, you gave me the idea. A while ago. I set up blood drops all over the country, so people can donate blood, and they all get sent here, and there's so many Vampires around, that it will never go bad.""How did I give you the idea?"She was so curious, what on earth could she have had to do with it?"I remember coming home a few times, and feeding from you."His eyes looked sad for a moment. He looked down, and wouldn't look up at her when he spoke.

"I know I hurt you. And I never want to do that again.""Oh, Klaus. That's so thoughtful. And I gave you the idea? Thats... well, thats... kinda sweet. Thank you."She smiled a huge smile, and he looked up at her and smiled back, grabbing her hands over the table and holding them.

"I never want to cause you pain again."Alisha blushed. "I can't feel it anyways, remember?"Klaus looked over at her from the other side of the table, and felt as though his heart shattered. Again.