[I'm going to go ahead and skip ahead to that night to get things rolling.]

The day had been pleasant for Anya. It was relaxing and actually pretty nice. She had gotten to know Caroline more, she was certainly a chatty Kathy, but a very good friend and for Anya that was always a positive thing. Anya looked herself over in the full length mirror in one of the spare bedrooms. The dress looked perfect with her pale skin and dirty blonde hair.

The wrap around waist added more flare to her get-up. Her curly blonde hair was pinned to the side, a few curled wisps free. She had light make-up on, pale lip gloss on her full lips. Her silver nails and silver heels adding a nice touch. Nothing too flashy or nothing too casual. Anya let out a small sigh. She was actually looking forward to this movie moment. Her descending down the staircase, and waiting at the bottom the amazing Damon Salvatore. It would all be perfect. Taking a deep breath, Anya left the bedroom and walked down the staircase.

It was all quite, except for her heels on the marble as she made her way down.

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Klaus got ready rather quickly. He had on a traditional black and white tuxedo, his hair in it's usual way, hanging across his forehead, shiny black dress shoes on his feet. He fiddled at the cuffs on the tuxedo nervously. Why was he so nervous? It wasn't like he hadn't done anything like this before. No. Wrong. He hadn't ever done anything like this before with someone he cared for, but here he was. About to do it.

The girls should have been getting close to being ready, and the clicking of heels coming down the marble staircase proved him right. He goes nothing.