Karah blinked at his words, they were touching and meant a lot to her. "You don't know what that means to me, Klaus.." She said softly, her eyes moving from his to look down at her feet. Her head snapped up when he mentioned walking out for good. Karah shook her head vigoursly. "No, I don't want that. I want to be with you- for as long as I can be." She said, closing the space between them. "I love you, Niklaus Mikaelson, even though you may want to.. eat me most of the time." She said, smiling at him. "It doesn't bother me at all." She rested her head on his chest.
"Stay with me tonight?" She asked, looking up at him. Karah took his hand and led him to her bedroom. She laid next to him, head resting on his chest, leaving the robe on, but not bothering on how much skin had showed. "Please, don't ever leave me again..." Karah whispered, her voice trailing off as she slowly started to drift to sleep, head on his chest, arm draped over him. She knew, laying like this, she was safe from everything that would ever harm her.
The next morning, Karah woke up in a completely different position. She was on the opposite side, the robe nearly off. Blushing, she quickly sat up, tying it back in place. Getting up, she made herself a pot of coffee, needing something to wake her up some.
Elijah woke the next morning, relaxed and well rested. Wondering how Emily was doing today, he sent a message asking how she was and if she wanted to meet up that afternoon at the Grill, or anywhere else of her choice. While waiting for a response, Elijah drained two blood bags and took a shower, dressing in his usual attire- a dark suit and tie, he was very rarely seen in anything other then that. After dressed, he downed one glass of scotch before fixing his hair. Klaus was gone, and so was Rebekah, probably still being Elena's puppy dog, so he was home by himself for the moment.
He continued the book he recently started, one by Edgar Allen Poe. Elijah remembered when the man became famous for his dark stories and poems, but he was brilliant and talented, as was Shakespeare. Elijah kept reading the book while he waited for a response from Emily.