"You realize you shouldn't have come here alone, right?" Klaus's quiet, almost hissing voice came from right behind you.

Sure, a few shots of tequila and vervain essence were still in your blood, but a little thing like that wouldn't stop the original vampire. After all, if he wanted to kill you, he could just snap your neck and be done with it, no need to drink blood.

"Let me guess." He cooed. "So who sent you here...Damon? I don't think so."

Klaus circled around you like a predator ready to pounce on its prey, sinking his sharp fangs into the pulsing vein in your thin neck.

"Could it be Elena? No...there's no way she'd put her best friend in danger. Or maybe you came here on your own, mousey?" Klaus's cold lips touched your neck and you shuddered involuntarily.