Hello there, and welcome to my story. This story is Klaus/OC, and is MATURE for a reason. There is a lot of adult themes within this story. I will do my best to keep Klaus in character for my story, but nobody is perfect.

Here are a few things you will not see within this story: 3000 or less words in a chapter, Klaus changing everything he is, Jennifer being perfect, people falling in love with Jennifer randomly, filler chapters, and others.

Here are a few things you will see: Klaus being evil, Jennifer/Klaus clashing, Jennifer struggling to be a vampire, and lots of drama that will cause you to hate characters in here, and then love them. Most importantly, you will see at least 3,500 words a chapter.

I should have at least one chapter out each week.

My name is Jennifer Smith. I'm not your typical 18 year old, and I have a dark past. One that involves things no child should have to go through. However, that shall be revealed with time. For now, let's start with the obvious things. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and my skin is often pale because I don't like to get out of the house. I'm 120 lbs, and 4'11', so I'm shorter than most everyone I meet. I like foods that aren't healthy for me, singing, writing, and staying up all night on the internet. I'm also addicted to cigarettes. Shut up, I know they aren't healthy.

Tonight, I'm in New Orleans, on a vacation on my own for the first time in my life. It was a scary decision to make, but I'm glad I did. Being away from all my family, the drama, everything...It was a relief. As I made my way down the streets, I stopped for a moment. It was quiet on this particular road, and I closed my eyes. It was moments like these that I liked to just open myself up to everything. My heart started to feel warm, and a smile lifted on my lips. Opening my eyes, I reached down and slid off my sandals.

When my feet were firmly on the ground, I looked back up to the night sky, and shivered at the small breeze against my skin. A full out smile broke out on my face, and a warmth spread throughout my body. It felt like I was connected to everything around me. This was dangerous, but I couldn't help it. It had been so long since I could let my energy out and just enjoy the environment. Taking a deep breath, I stretched my body. I felt good.

With my energy running through me, I felt great. Continuing down the street, I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and looked up at the top of a building. There was a shadow attached to another. I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't paranoid. Staring up at it, I wondered briefly if I was looking at a watcher. Watchers tended to only take the shape of shadows, but they weren't any harm. Who they reported to was, however. Nevertheless, I inclined my head towards it, whatever it was, and turned back towards the street to continue on. From what I could feel, this entire city was filled with magic.

I reached into my purse and pulled out a pamphlet I had been given earlier that day, and opened it up. Apparently there was supposed to be a party somewhere near here going on, and something big was going on at midnight. A sudden chill ran through my body as I held it, but I shook it off. After all, I was here to be free, and not hold myself back, so I put my sandals back on and made my way down the street, thankful it wasn't that far away. Looking at the time, I deduced I'd be there by half past 11, so I started walking.

I arrived at the party a little earlier than I thought, and the energy immediately seemed to affect me. The party itself seemed to be inside a type of old castle like building. I felt my body start moving of it's own accord, and my hips roll from side to side. This is something I needed. I needed to lose myself in it. It felt so good. My hands made their way inside my hair, as my small purse hung loosely from where my elbow was bent. I started to roll my torso to the beat, and shake my hips at the upbeat parts.

A presence made itself known behind me, and I felt hands touch my hips. A smile curved at my lips, as a sense of woman empowering sexiness fell upon me. I turned around to look into the eyes of a very handsome man, who was smirking as he watched me. His eyes pierced into mine, as if he could see down to my very soul. Usually that would intimidate me, but I simply let my arms fall on his shoulders, and danced against him.

His body started to match my own, seemingly effortlessly, and I felt a flare of attraction hit me. I could definitely follow what was going on, and I didn't mind. It was a fantastic feeling, and my head rolled back as his hands glided into my hair. Our lower bodies were rolling together to the beat, and I felt my breathing start to pick up as the beat of the music started to pick up. My body was hot, and if we weren't in such a public place, I doubt I would have been able to keep myself from practically throwing myself onto him. Actually, I was having a hard time coming up with a reason not to right here.

My eyes were glued to his as he leaned down towards me. I thought he was going to kiss me but his lips only ghosted against mine before he started to lean down to my neck, and give it large open mouthed kisses. It almost made my knees buckle. That was my weak spot, and when his teeth ghosted over it, I found my hands buried deep within his hair as pure heat shot from my navel to my core. Dimly I heard the clock strike 12, and felt him bite down on my neck, piercing it. At first I didn't register what he was doing to me, as my body was reacting so intensely to him, but then I felt him swallow.

"Fuck."

Either I was in the clutches of a really freaky insane man, or this was a vampire. Neither choice was good. Screams made their way to my ears, and people- vampires? - started moving

inhumanly fast, and attacking others. My head started racing with possibilities to get out of this, but if the myths were true, I might end up dead faster if I struggled. I could feel my body starting to weaken, but the….well he was a man from what I saw, kept me up with no struggle. A thought entered my mind, and my hand started to slide from his shoulder up.

Call it morbid curiosity, but I wanted to find out what exactly was happening to me. A hand gripped my wrist when I made it up to his face, stopping me from what I assumed he thought was a struggle. It was slightly frustrating that I couldn't just simply get out of his grip to find out what I wanted, but I assume that it would only rip out my carotid if I tried.

"I want..to feel..your face." I had seen something on the others vampires faces that intrigued and frightened me at the same time. The man seemed to pause before he let my hand slip out from his grip. My hand touched his chin first, before traveling upward to his lips parted on my neck. I reached towards where he was piercing my neck, and followed the tooth the the puncture site before flinching at the sting. He didn't seem to be drinking as fast as before, I noticed, as my hand traveled up his face to his cheek where I started to feel what felt like protruded veins leading to his eyes. I wondered what he looked like right now, with his fangs in my neck, draining the life out of me. Somehow, I felt a peace come on me, at least I knew what was happening to me now. With this knowledge came exhaustment, and my hand fell to my side. At that time he released me, and I glimpsed his face. His eyes were yellow, but the rest looked to be black. It should have scared me, but there was something about him...I hadn't noticed it before, but he seemed...sad. It wasn't so much his outward appearance, but something I could see inside him. I guess when your dying, you can see a lot more. I reached up again, black spots reaching around me, trying to claim my consciousness and touched his face as it returned to normal. He cocked his head to the side in curiosity, as if I intrigued him. My hand shook violently as my muscles gave out and my eyes started to close. It was then that I heard a slight ripping sound and something being metallic start sliding down my throat.

Whatever it was, it was making me stronger, and the coldness leave my body. I reached up, and clutched it, before biting down to get more out of it. When it was pulled from my mouth, I made a slight whining sound, not liking the source of my strength renewal leave me. My eyes opened up, and I saw the same man looking at me. He was studying me, as if waiting for something. I suppose I should start running screaming from him like any sane person would do, but...somehow.. I didn't want to. I felt like I needed to be here.

"Who are you?"

One eyebrow shot up, as if he were amused by my question, which confused me. All I asked was his name.

"Interesting."

His voice was heavily accented with shot up my attraction to him. I pondered that for a moment.

He almost killed me, and yet, I was still attracted to him. Maybe it was because he hadn't. He could've, but he didn't. However, that didn't change the fact that he was very dangerous, and…. and what? I looked up at him confused. He had asked me a question, but I hadn't quite heard it. The man seemed amused by this and repeated it.

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"I am." I answered honestly. I was afraid of him. Terrified actually, but my curiosity often trumped that emotion. I looked him in the eyes, as he seemed to ponder something. He seemed to come to a conclusion, and became a blur in front of my eyes before I heard the snap of my own neck.

I came to with a gasp, as if my lungs had shut down, and I was refilling them for the first time. My head was groggy as if I had overslept, and my eyes hurt like hell every time I opened them. What kind of lighting did they have in here? It took several blinks before I was able to just squint in the room. It was victorian style and the stone walls matched the kind in the party. I supposed that meant it was also some kind of hotel or something. What was that annoying ringing coming from? It was irritating the hell. I looked up to the source, and it was… the t.v.? It was on mute, and sure there was always a ringing sound that came from the t.v. on mute, but this one was painful. I clutched my head and made a disconcerted noise in the back of my throat, clamping my hands over my ears while I was. It wouldn't drown out the noise. A growl ripped through my throat as I got up from the bed, and walked over to the drawer before standing in front of it, contemplating the consequences of what I was about to do. When the ringing got louder, I snapped and threw it off to the ground to crash.

Holy hell, it stopped. Fucking yes. I rubbed my head as the door opened and the man from last night stepped it, letting in some light which made me flinch and look cover my eyes with the back of my hand. I only put my hand down when I heard the click of the door closing again. He took a look at the t.v. on the ground, before looking up at me expectantly.

"Sorry..It was hurting my ears." I sounded like a lunatic. Maybe I was having an aneurysm.

However, he didn't seem to doubt what I said.

"It's alright, love, wasn't mine anyway." He gave me a half smirk. I cocked up an eyebrow at the 'love' part, but didn't comment on it. Instead I chose to wait for him to make the next move. After all, he could make a meal out of me if he wanted. Suddenly, I was hungry. Very hungry. I swallowed, and rubbed my throat.

"Your body is telling you to feed." It was said simply, with no question. What a strange way of putting it. I walked back over to the bed, struggling with the feeling that somehow, even though I woke up on it, I was invading some kind of privacy. Eventually my mind said fuck it, and I sat down on it, with my back to him, which immediately made me uncomfortable, so I slid till my back was against the headboard.

"Where am I?" I needed to know at least.

"My home, my room, my… bed."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise, and suddenly the room temperature went up a few degrees. Again the hunger made itself known in my throat, and I rubbed it, wondering why I was reminded of my addiction to cigarettes with this feeling. The man smirked at me, as if knowing what was wrong, which made me uncomfortable. I didn't like being under his scrutiny. This was all very strange, and I asked the question that had been lingering in my mind for a while now.

"What are you going to do to me?" I was disgusted to find a slight tremble in my voice. Just because I had accepted death last night, didn't mean much of anything now. Right now, at this point, I wanted to live. However, there was very little chance of that happening if he didn't want me to. Right now I settled for not making him angry. He was still staring at me, so I looked away, feigning interest in the room.

"I'm going to save your life, love. If you'll allow me to, that is." He smirked, leaning against the pillar of the bed.

I looked at him confused, a sense of dread washing over me. "What..do you mean?" The pain flashed in my neck again, and my gums ached, making me flinch.

He slowly walked towards me, holding himself in a way that screamed alpha male dominance. "That burning in your throat, your gums aching, it means you're in transition love." He stepped in front of me, forcing me to look up at him, and feel infinitely small. I didn't like being in this position, so I scooted off the bed, and walked around him, trying to place some distance between us two, while keeping him in my peripheral at all times.

"What do you mean, 'in transition'?"

Something was wrong, and I had a feeling his next answer would change my life forever. A large part of me wanted to run away, and forget this whole experience, but I knew deep within me, that wouldn't change what was happening. Suddenly he was in front of me, but this time, I could almost see his movements. The answer was in my head before he spoke the words, and shock colored my features.

"Into a vampire."

The way it rolled off his tongue, was, admittedly, sexy, but the words he was stating scared the shit out of me. He towered over me, like most men did, but he also had an air of extreme dominance that intimidated me. It took effort, but I looked him in the eyes. He seemed pleased by this, as if he approved, which made it all the more harder to keep eye contact.

"You're crazy." It was the only thing I could think to say, but apparently, it was a mistake, because he started walking forward, forcing me to walk back until my back hit the wall. I swallowed. Which was a mistake, because the burning seemed to return three fold, almost making me double over. Damn I was hungry. It occurred to me that maybe that wasn't what I was craving, but I studiously denied it in my mind.

The man looked towards the door, and stated in a slightly amused voice "Come in, my dear." The door knob turned, and I flinched noticeably as the sound of a pounding heart reached my ears. My gums started to pound then, and my eyes zeroed in on her neck. I felt a hand on my chin, and, with some resistance, I looked back at the man.

"Do you want to live?" It was a simple question, but I had the feeling that if I answered that question, it would mean something more. The obvious answer was on the tip of my tongue, but my eyes glanced back to the woman. She was pretty enough, much prettier than I was, in my own opinion. If I didn't say my answer though, I knew I would die, so I looked back at him. "Yes. I want to live."

He smirked, and turned to the girl with his hand outstretched. She immediately took it, and he pulled her in front of him, ending up pressing me against the wall further. He pushed her hair back from her neck, and I started to pant when the pulsing seemed to ring in my ears, like a siren song. My eyes flashed up to meet his, and he parted his lips before his face contorted into the thing that had nearly killed me last night, and he bit down on her neck. Oddly enough, the woman didn't scream, or even try to struggle. He let go immediately, and the blood slowly started to run down her body.

I couldn't look any anymore, it was pulling me in, and I licked my lips, still trying to resist the idea. I started panting, and he must have noticed my hesitation because he said softly "If you don't feed, you'll die." The human side of my brain screamed this wasn't right, that taking a life away, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to stop once I started, wasn't right. The self-preservation side told me that I wanted to live, and if I wanted to live, I had to do this. It was a losing battle I realized, as I started leaning forward. It didn't matter what I thought, my body was acting for me.

My lips closed around the wound on the woman's neck, and an immediate sense of euphoria shot throughout me. Fuck, it felt so good. I bit down hard on her neck, sucking all the blood out of it as much as I could. I felt my body changing, and I grabbed her hair, pulling her head further to the side to allow me more access. I could feel my body building to something, but I didn't know what. All I knew, was that I needed more. More blood, more sustenance, just more. All of the sudden, I let go, knowing that was what I needed to do, and the woman slumped to the ground.

I felt my face changing, my canines growing, and a sense of power enter my entire being. Holy hell it felt amazing. I was panting, and leaned against the wall with my eyes closed. A thumb pad ran against my lips, and I opened my eyes slightly, noticing I could see...everything in front of me. The man brought his thumb, which had remnants of the blood of the girl on it to his lips and sucked lightly, the veins protruding for just a moment. For some reason, that was extremely erotic to me.

It was hard to fight the impulse to throw him against the ground, and ravage his body, which surprised me. Even before, I had only been attracted to him. I hadn't felt this need so strongly before. So much more intense, and hard to fight off. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, but found it harder to fight off because I could taste his scent on my tongue. I was so confused.

"What's wrong with me?" The frustration was clear in my voice.

"You're senses are heightened. Everything about you has been heightened. Your personality, your impulses, your urges, everything." There was amusement in his voice, and a flash of anger shot through me. Enough to make me glare at him for a split second before my self-preservation kicked back in.

Stepping around him, and the now still body, I decided to put some distance between us, if only to keep my sanity.

"What happens now?" I didn't face him, fearing I wouldn't be able to stop myself from doing something I might regret later.

"That depends, what do you want to do now?" The sound of his voice was hitting me like two tons, and images immediately were supplied in my brain of what exactly the first thing I wanted to do was, and I was grateful then that he couldn't see my face, or he might have noticed the embarrassed look in my eyes.

"You can do anything you want to now." I jumped slightly when he was suddenly behind me. He hadn't made any sounds. However, I studiously stayed looking away from him, trying to ground myself in the here and stop my desires from running away from me. When I felt him move my hair away from my neck in a similar way he did the woman's, my heart jumped, and I tensed for a moment. "You're able to handle almost everything now" There was a hint of arrogance in his voice, which made me think he could still easily kill me if he wanted to.

"I want…" I struggled with the different things that were fighting to slide off my tongue. "to know your name."

He let out an amused huff, and drew his fingers up the side of my arm before saying. "Klaus."

Strange. I hadn't ever heard of a name like that before. Despite my reservations, I turned to him, our noses almost touching, and looked into his eyes. His attraction to me was apparent, which surprised me. However, there was nothing more to his eyes than that, which brought up another question. "Why did you choose me?"

A smirk pulled at his lips, and he brushed a hair behind my ears. "You piqued my interest."

My eyebrow shot up at his simple answer, and he chuckled.

"When you have lived as long as me, things like that tend to happen less and less."

It was a logical answer, I guessed, so I kept silent. However, that only seemed to fuel the sexual tension between us. His eyes were becoming much more intense. I was ashamed to say that I was having the same reaction. Forcing my mind off of it, my mind wandered to my family, and shock settled on my features.

"My family…"

"You have a new family now." His voice was firm, and I looked at him now. It seemed that he had resentment towards the thought of my blood ties...or was it blood ties in general? He didn't seem to like how the conversation had just turned, and before I knew it, I was up against the wall, with his body pressed against mine, and his lips brushing against my ear.

"Vampires are very sexual creatures." A shiver ran through me, and I swallowed. What a way to change the conversation. It was too bad it was hard to resist it.

"Are they?" My voice took on that tremble again, but for a completely different reason. It was so hard to resist him, and a voice came to mind asking me what the point was.

"Yes." His lower body pressed against mine, making a heat flash in me, and turned his face towards mine, lips brushing against mine with every word syllable he spoke. "We are stronger, more flexible, and much harder to tire out." I looked at him, taking in everything he was saying, and a shiver ran down my spine.

"Fuck it." I tangled my hands in his hair, and pulled him down to crash my lips against his.

There it is. Keep in mind that they are not in love, and won't fall for each other at the drop of a hat. Klaus will stay the manipulative lonely bastard we all know and love, and Jennifer...well you'll just have to see that.