The alleyway was covered in a cloak of darkness, the sound of rain pattering against the two buildings on either side before rolling off. But Isabel and Klaus sat on the floor of the alleyway, leaned up against the wet buildings staring across the unconscious girl at each other.

Their fancy clothes were ruined due to a mixture of blood, rain and wrinkling. Isabel's dress was scrunched up exposing most of her leg, her honey hair slightly disheveled with the once perfect pin waves falling into her eyes. Blood coated the front of Klaus, creating a trail from his mouth to his belly button which ruined his once perfectly crisp, white dress shirt. Yet neither of them payed attention to this as they stared at each other, the silence in the alleyway felt like the loudest thing either of them had ever heard.

Though not a word was uttered after Isabel's declaration of hate which she didn't mean, in fact it was unfortunately the opposite. Isabel wished she could hate the original, her life would be much easier if she could but she knew that she couldn't because in a screwed up way she felt a connection to him. Much deeper than finding him attractive or charming but a darkness in him that was mirrored in her. Though Isabel had shown disgust for his crudeness in a way she craved it, wanting to challenge him and push each other until the weaker one cracked.

Whether that was a healthy way or not to feel about someone, it was how she felt. She wanted to simultaneously kiss him and slit his throat. Never having felt real feelings for another being past finding someone attractive, never laying in bed awake at night aching for the next time she would make eye contact with someone, Isabel came to a conclusion.

She was either slowly treading up the hill towards the peak of insanity or she was falling in love with Klaus Mikaelson.

Klaus was unsure of the twenty year old sitting across from him, she ran just as hot and cold as him but had compassion which was something the original had gradually lost in his nine hundred and something years of walking the earth. Isabel Sterling made him feel unstoppable and vulnerable at the same time with an intensity that made him feel like his heart may explode.

The witch and the vampire had sat like this for what felt like an eternity but in reality had only been a few minutes before Wendy began to stir, groaning as consciousness began to sulk back into her mind.

"Your girlfriends waking up, I should be getting back," Isabel said, placing her hands on the cold pavement as she got her feet under her.

Klaus got up off the ground as well, running his hands through his hair as if his hair was perfect that would excuse the innocent girl's blood on his lips. He watched Isabel intently as she ran her hands over her pin waves, smoothing them back into the original places as well as smoothing her dress.

This is when Klaus noticed the faint outline of handprints, his handprints rather on her elegant arms. Isabel followed his gaze to her arms, sighing deeply before extending her hand towards him.

"Your jacket, I can't go back in with bruises. Jason would lock me up and throw away the key," Isabel said, her tone neutral as if she weren't standing eight and an a half inches away from the most dangerous creature on earth who had just threatened her well being moments ago.

Klaus took of his jacket, careful to not get any blood on it before carefully placing it in Isabel's small hands who slipped her arms into the sleeves. She softly ran her fingertips over the expensive lapels of the jacket, her green eyes softer than usual as she stared at Klaus.

"Are you a mute now?" she softly inquired, though she had meant for the comment to come across sharply. The original opened his mouth the reply but closed it once Wendy stirred again.

"Where am I?" Wendy groaned, not remembering what had happened.

"Good night, Niklaus," Isabel said, her tone once again neutral as she walked out of the alleyway towards the doors of the speakeasy with golden light cascading onto the pavement every time to door opened as well as the upbeat thump of the jazz band.

Klaus's eyes burned into Isabel's back until she entered the speakeasy, then turning to compel the last twenty minutes from Wendy's mind wishing he could do the same for himself.

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By the time Isabel re-entered the boisterous speakeasy, the rest of her party had returned to the booth with the addition of Stefan. Isabel watched them from afar, them unaware of her eyes as Jason and Elijah seemed to be deep in conversation as Jason's handsome face broke out into a good hearted laugh. Isabel's brother was always smiling but it had been a long time since she had seen uninhibited joy on her brothers face which sent a pulse of guilt through her heart as she thought about what an unpleasant person she can be at times.

As she thought about how lonely it must feel for her brother, Jason had always been much more of an extrovert than Isabel from the time they were toddlers. Isabel had always found peace in solitude while Jason was the complete opposite. After everything had happened Jason hadn't gotten to socialize as much as he surely would have liked to.

Isabel watched as Rebekah joined in, a beautiful smile breaking out across her face. She pointed at her brother as she said something with a playful grin, Elijah put his hands up in mock. Stefan even cracked a smile as he glanced at Rebekah who was comfortably curled into his side and at that moment the two of them shared an intimate glance.

At this moment was when Jason spotted his sister, a smile on his face as he gestured for her to come back to the booth. Isabel looked at her brother a second before smiling back, walking towards the booth.

Isabel decided she wouldn't tell Jason about what had happened in the alleyway, he wouldn't understand not that Isabel was making excuses for Klaus's behavior. But she knew she could handle the original but Jason wouldn't believe her thus cutting off all of the Mikaelsons which Isabel definitely didn't want.

She would just keep it to herself.

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The next morning Jason had a meeting so Isabel decided to have breakfast in her bedroom, dressed in nothing but her cream silk robe she sat comfortably with her legs out on her chaise lounge smoking a cigarette. The previous Christmas Jason had gotten her a phonograph for her room since she was always dragging the one from the study to her room so Isabel lay with her head back and eyes closed with the beautiful rich music dancing around her ears.

Next to her on the coffee table was every delicious breakfast food you could think of, perfectly fluffy eggs, toast dripping in rich butter and jams, freshly baked scones that were still warm with the chocolate chips still glossy from the oven with clotted cream generously spread over them yet Isabel had no appetite as she milked her cigarette and black coffee.

A knock on the door startled Isabel as she sat back up, her feline eyes open once more as she leaned over, setting her coffee cup on the table.

"Come in," Isabel called, swinging her legs off the chaise lounge and setting her bare feet on the cold, crème marble floors of her bedroom as her the French doors opened that led to the hallway.

"Miss. Isabel, a Miss. Rebekah Mikaelson wishes to see you," a maid, Elaine was her name Isabel recalled.

"Please allow her up. Thank you, Elaine," Isabel responded, smiling at her as she closed the door. Isabel got up from her seat and walked towards her vanity to check her appearance before receiving her friend.

Her blonde hair was softly pulled away from her face resting in an elegant twist atop her head, her skin makeup free allowing her soft sprinkling of freckles to be visible as well as her cheeks, nose and lips being a bright pink color. Isabel looked angelic in her soft cream robe and her fresh, innocent appearing features.

Isabel glanced out the gigantic floor to ceiling windows and out into the garden, taking in the crisp morning sunshine and baby blue sky. Just then her door opened to reveal Rebekah, perfectly done up in a dark purple dress and hair falling perfectly as usual. The original truly looked like the seventeen year old she appeared to be on this morning, her full lips twisted into a smile.

"It's nine in the morning and you're still in your jams," Rebekah playfully chastised her friend who laughed, crossing the room to hug her.

"Don't attack me with your cruel words, Rebekah," Isabel teased, "Take a seat, coffee?", she offered, sitting back down on the chaise lounge as Rebekah sat down in the chair adjacent to it.

"Don't mind if I do, a cigarette as well if you have it?" Rebekah asked, taking notice of the cigarette between Isabel's lips.

"Always," Isabel replied, pouring Rebekah's coffee and setting it in front of her as well as cream and sugar. She then reached over to a little box on the corner of the table, opening it and carefully taking out a cigarette and box of matches before placing those in front of her friend.

"Thank you," Rebekah cheerfully said, lighting her cigarette before waving the match out and placing it on the dish underneath her coffee cup.

"Now what brings you to my humble abode?" Isabel inquired, tucking her feet underneath her as she comfortable curled up in her seat.

"Last night was too much fun so I was thinking we should take the party to our place since you haven't come to our home and we've been to yours," Rebekah said, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When Isabel had returned to the table wearing Klaus's jacket that lingered with his scent, Rebekah had assumed they had kissed and made up not aware of the bruises underneath the jacket.

"Maybe, let me ask Jason this afternoon," Isabel said before quickly changing the topic, "Now what has you in such a good mood?"

Rebekah's cheeks flushed a pale pink color and her lips curled into a small smile making Isabel grin.

"Fill me in, I could use some good gossip and while you're at it eat something," Isabel said, gesturing at the table.

"Stefan and I...you know last night," Rebekah grinned making Isabel laugh as she took a drag from her cigarette.

"Your guys first time?" Isabel inquired, her eyebrow quirked up.

"Well in a car..," Rebekah bashfully admitted making Isabel uncharacteristically squeal.

"My, my, my, I don't know what to think," Isabel said in a forlorned tone, draping the back of her hand over her eyes in a dramatic manner before peaking out from under her hand and winking at her friend.

Rebekah simply replied by picking up the small decorative pillow next to her and throwing it at Isabel who caught it with ease. Both laughing as they enjoyed their morning filled with mouth watering gossip, pastries, beautiful jazz and an endless supply of cigarettes.

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Isabel and Rebekah had talked for two and a half hours, Rebekah didn't return to the Mikaelson manner until noon where Elijah and Klaus sat in the library both reading. Klaus stared at the pages of the book he held though he didn't read the words as the events of the previous night kept playing over and over in his head.

After Isabel had left him, he had compelled Wendy to forget his temperament and took her back to the Mikaelson manner, not wanting to go back alone since he couldn't go back into Gloria's since he was drenched in blood.

"Good afternoon, where have you been?" Elijah said as Rebekah entered the library, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors as she took off her coat throwing it over the back of one of the couches.

"There isn't a coat rack right there or anything, dear Rebekah," Elijah said in his ever so patient tone as he nodded towards the coat rack next to the door to which Rebekah rolled her eyes and lied down on the couch.

"Out with the ripper again?" Klaus inquired, closing his book and carefully setting in on the edge of the beautiful oak desk he sat behind.

"No, I was at the Sterlings. I had breakfast with Isabel," Rebekah said absentmindedly, knowing her brother would crave details. Her lips tugged into a mischievous smirk when she noticed her brother tense up.

"Not Jason as well?" Niklaus asked, placing his forearms on his desk as he leaned forward so that he wouldn't miss a word she said despite having enhanced hearing.

"No, he had a meeting. We had breakfast in her bedroom, she was wearing next to nothing since I caught her off guard. I wouldn't have been surprised if there had been a man in her bed," Rebekah said innocently, sitting up and looking at her brother so she wouldn't miss his surely entertaining response.

Klaus stared at his sister blankly for a moment, his eyes darkening as he realized the game his sister was playing as Rebekah burst out laughing.

"My, Niklaus. You really are pathetic," Rebekah said with wide innocent eyes as Elijah stifled a laugh, not looking up from his book.

"I will dagger you and let you rot for an eternity," Klaus snapped, a brooding expression on his face.

"What will you tell dear Isabel?" Rebekah said in a sing song voice before picking up her coat and leaving the library, deciding not to push her luck to far with her temperamental brother.

"Niklaus, you really must hinder your temperament. Its unbecoming," Elijah hummed, unaware of how much those words stung.

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