A/N: my take on s03e11 in Klaus' POV. one-shot. first ever klaroline fanfic.
I don't own the vampire diaries, if I did, this hiatus (that is driving me insane) would not exist.
There was something so beautiful in her dying form. The spunk she had despite her obvious vulnerability, the audacious display of stubbornness... it was all too human, and yet he couldn't help but fall. He had been captivated there and then.
It wasn't the first they met, and it certainly wasn't the first he'd heard of her. It was difficult not to learn a little something as the days went by as they all seemed to be connected- his first hybrid was her boyfriend, his doppelganger her best friend, his friend her mentor, his sister was a rival of some sorts- it was inevitable that their paths not cross. It was also inevitable that his curiosity not be piqued.
During the past months he had learnt how she was turned unwillingly, disowned by her mother and tortured by her father. And despite all these, she still manages to stay widely optimistic about life. Klaus was always so sure of himself, but for the first time, thoughts questioning his past decisions danced through his head. She had managed to turn her life around, and not be consumed by this curse. She remained bright, and hopeful and if he wasn't affected then, he most definitely is now.
He would steal a glance or two to appreciate her physical appearance, but ignore his brewing curiosity. He was Tyler's, his first hybrid, and he's always said that his hybrids will be his comrades; Camaraderie did not happen to include sharing mates.
So it must be fate that he comes in that night, in her room, her lips on his wrists sharing a piece of him with her. Camaraderie be damned. He had planned on using her- collateral damage- but he did not expect to be so taken. He knew he would no longer be able to look at her the same ever again. He has gone over the edge, and his centuries of experience suggested he went along with the ride. A woman who takes his fancy is a rarity, so he let himself fall- not that he had any choice in the matter.
It occurred to him that needed this woman. Her light would shine upon the darkness that is his life. And maybe, just as she helped his hybrid, she could bring direction into his life- his very own beacon of hope.
On the day after that fateful night, he came by and watched her pale, ill-stricken skin slowly gaining that familiar, glowing complexion. He faired himself as a gentleman, and his values regarding courtship has not changed during the years. It took a lot of conviction not to hold her, and stay until she wakes up.
He left her a gift. One that he acquired from a royalty he met during one of his expeditions. Not once did he think of giving it to his sister, because there had been a story behind the piece of jewelry, and he so hoped that it was true.
It was not only designed to keep its owner from harm, it also encouraged wisdom and understanding. Klaus knew he got her attention, but he wanted- no, he needed her know what he was feeling was genuine, just as he needed her to understand that she is not considered some sort of pawn in this game. She was his queen, and he was willing to do what it takes to let her know that.
As an original vampire, his emotions are heightened extensively. His feelings for her even lead to serious considerations of halting his lifelong plan. After all, in the grand scheme of things, a ruler would need someone by his side. If he had her, he would no longer be alone.
He once said love was a vampire's greatest weakness... luckily, he' s not a vampire.
there you go, folks. short and sweet.
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