Klaus Mikaelson. The very thought of his name sent most people running as far away from New Orleans as their feet, paws, or broomsticks could take them. Actually, not most people; rather, sane people. I suppose I was an exception, a rare abnormality in which the thought of this name made me react in a very different way. While sane people saw his murderous glare, I caught a glimpse of the sexy half-smile I had grown accustomed to throughout my stay with the infamous Mikaelson family. Where others saw a gruesome display of evil when Klaus ripped out the hearts of his enemies, I saw a man determined to protect his family, along with his city. And because I interpreted his actions in such a way, I must have been ready to deal with the consequences of loving Klaus Mikaelson.
I was fourteen years old when I was brought to the Mikaelson family home. Now, what could be so bad that her parents had to ship her off to live with a bunch of original vampires? You are probably thinking this, and it would be a logical assumption to do so. However, the case is not that something tragic occurred or anything bad at all. Simply, I started practicing magic. Neither of my parents were witches, but my great great great grandmother Delilah was, and apparently, the witch gene can skip a few generations. So, when I started randomly setting things on fire, my parents came to the conclusion that I would benefit from a different setting. So that's how I ended up here, living with the original vampires. My first year in New Orleans, I didn't see much outside of the mansion that was my new home. In that time, the main focus for me was gaining control of my power. But that didn't mean I was free from other frivolous kinds of education, such as pre-calculus. At least I knew how to properly set the book on fire; courtesy of Davina Claire, my magic mentor and best friend. Because of her, I can now control my magic and I made friends much more easily when the Mikaelsons finally allowed me to go back to high school once they deemed my powers stable. I have been here for three years, and now I am seventeen. In this time, I have been learning more magic, now alongside Davina and our other peers, rather than from them. Along with school and magic, I have also spent a lot of my time with my hosts, Elijah, Rebekah, and Klaus Mikaelson, throughout the years.
Rebekah has always treated me like a sister, and she is now one of my closest friends. She knows most of my secrets, excluding my affections for her murderous and evil brother.
Elijah is my best friend that I occasionally have a crush on, and he knows everything about me. We spend the most time together, and he has helped me in a multitude of ways. He taught me how to fight, how to properly do math, and he even gives me advice about Klaus. We often engage in stimulating conversations whilst playing an intense game of chess. He really brings out the nerd in me. Nonetheless, Elijah is the reason I survived my first 6 months in New Orleans.
And then there is Klaus, the hybrid I have loved since I was 15 years old. When I first arrived, he wasn't accepting. In fact, I felt he loathed my very presence. Throughout the following two years, our interactions increased and only now I feel he is finally beginning to accept me. We often spend time together, and while he isn't rude, I feel he is always holding something back, I just wish I knew what it was. Sometimes I feel myself get too close or say something that makes my affections for him known, but whenever this happens, he either backs away or he looks at me with something in his eyes that I am still unable to identify and makes a hasty exit. On rare occasions, he offers a smile and I swear he knows that I love him. I have consulted with Elijah on this matter, and he has told me numerous times that to pursue a relationship with Klaus could only have one possibly outcome, and It's anything but a happily ever after.
