Klaymonth Day 3: AU Meeting (Art Gallery)
He was back in the city that had haunted him for more than a century. His black tux and messy hair with his usual British accent that drove women nuts. Niklaus Mikaelson was back to being the King of New Orleans, but he wanted more than that. He wanted more than just a city to love him and people too. He wanted a family, his family.
Rebekah and Elijah Mikaelson, his only remaining siblings had gone far away from him. Why would they want to join him in a city that had caused their family so much pain? Niklaus, more commonly known as Klaus, looked around his new gallery, exposed to the people around him. He thought about going to see someone, meet some people, and discuss his most prized possessions, his art, art that allowed him to express his feelings in the easiest way possible, so he didn't have to use words. He never used his words to show his siblings how much he loved them. He used his art, his movement on the canvas that allowed him to create marvelous things, scary even for some people, those people who knew nothing of his pain and what his family had gone through. Even so, Klaus knew that even with his siblings around, his family would never be complete and truly happy. Something was missing and he knew that without it, he would never be happy. He needed love from someone, not just anyone, someone special, someone who could understand his pain, someone outside of his family, a person he could connect with and who would stand by him. Even his old protégé, Marcel Gerard had told him something he would never forget. "Every King rules better with a Queen."
Many ladies had tried to get the great Niklaus Mikaelson's attention at the pretty for various reasons, really like because of his physique, his royalty of not only New Orleans but of his werewolf pack, but none really shinned to receive his attention. There were blondes. Klaus was known to be very fond of blonde girls and no one knew the reason. He had been infatuated with two girls before Caroline Forbes and Camille O'Connell, both blondes, both with different expectations in life. One who wanted to change him for herself and one who left him also because of his ways. He knew the color of the hair didn't matter but as Rebekah, his sister had blonde hair and he could never really connect with her, he had hoped all along that he would find someone special and gain her acceptance. It never really happened and that's why he felt incomplete.
Then, he saw her. She was walking through the crowd, somewhat amazed by the paintings she was seeing. She thought Art Galleries were supposed to be quiet to admire paintings, but this one had music and everything. She had her glorious brown hair on one shoulder and her black dress was hugging every amazing curve on her body. She was very beautiful, breathtaking even. Klaus could sense that she was a werewolf and almost thought he knew who it was. He heard a lot about her, the Queen of the rival werewolf pack.
Niklaus put down his drink and went up to her immediately, taking her by surprise with his vampire speed. "You must be the infamous Werewolf Queen I had heard about. I feel honored of you having come here to my art show. You look ravishing by the way, love." Hayley just looked at him, not being able to deny his charming ways of getting any woman to look stunned and speechless, but this wasn't her and she wasn't just any woman. She came to the art show with a purpose, not to become attracted to the Hybrid King, of course not.
"Well I thank you for the compliments but they really weren't necessary because I can't think of any compliment I should be giving you." Klaus chuckled after he heard this. Already, the Queen was throwing darts at him with his words, something new for him, unlike all the other girls who courted him.
"You are something, you know. I never expected to see you here, as the representative of your werewolf pack." "You should be expecting to see me quite often, Klaus. You have humiliated my werewolf clan and I don't think that you are going to get away with it." "Humiliated, love? I wouldn't call it that way. How was I to know that I would humiliate your clan by taking back the city that rightfully belongs to me and my family?" They remained silent as they looked at one another until Klaus finally spoke up. "I don't even know your name, love." "It's not relevant. You know who I am." She responded. "No, I do not. You need to give me a name." Hayley sighed in frustration as she looked at him. No man had ever made her give in before. "It's Hayley. Hayley Marshall."
Klaus smiled he liked that name very much. "I am Niklaus Mikaelson, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Hayley." He whispered and took her hand in his, kissing it gently. Hayley was looking at him shocked, but not disturbed by the gesture at all. She kind of liked it, but as mad as she was, she couldn't let herself think that. "My people had to suffer for a long time and our plan to take back New Orleans failed because you came into town and you made your pack superior to the others'." "Come on, now, love. Let's not be too hasty. I am starting to think that all you're trying is to find a way to go against me." "Not at all. I am just giving you a warning that…" "Let's discuss politics over dinner." Klaus suddenly whispered and Hayley was taken aback. "Dinner?" "Of course." Hayley started stuttering which was very unlike her. "Well…I…I can't…I…" Klaus chuckled again. "It's a business dinner, sweetheart. Don't think that this is something it isn't." Hayley blushed for a little bit as Klaus looked at her and smiled. Then, she straightened up her face. She wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to acting like this. "I will inform you a bit later of this little arrangement. We shall meet again, little wolf!" He smiled and walked away from her, making her turn around just a little to glance at him because gulping and going back to admiring his art. She was starting to like him for various reasons and she didn't like it, but if there was one thing she did like was his painting, the painting that showed a larger wolf, an alpha in the bayou with another more female looking wolf by his side. Hayley was breathless.