Chapter 1
Klaus walked into the fourth bar of the night. His buzz was steadily growing, which he was grateful for. It had been a long day, and it was truly just getting started.
He took a seat at a barstool in between, but not too close to, two human males, both seeming to be drowning their sorrows into their liquor. Klaus made a mental note to leave the bar before one of them either started sobbing or screaming. He expected the former.
He made a motion with his pointer finger and brought the waitress to him.
"I'll take the best whiskey you've got," he looked into her eyes, "quickly." His compulsion took her mind easily as she made herself move at a quick speed. When she returned, he gave her his famous smirk. "Thanks, love."
Klaus lifted the glass up off the bar and swirled the liquid, trying to smell its contents. He placed the glass to his lips and downed its contents in a single swing. He felt the burn as the liquid crawled its way down his throat. He cleared his throat, gesturing to the bartender a second time. She looked and new instantly it was refill time. She grabbed the bottle and brought it over. Klaus new that this was only the first of many times, the date on the calendar behind the bar mocked him.
Klaus got his first good look at the bartender as she came to refill his glass. She was a pretty litte brunette with a slim waist and a not so slim behind. She shimmied her way to him, giving him a playful flash of her eyes and a small lip bite. On any other night, Klaus might have taken her up on her not so subtle offer, but not tonight. Tonight was dedicated to the only person in the world that could ever hold his heart. The girl he hasn't seen in a thousand years. The girl he could never forget about. Before the bartender could finish pouring his second round, he grabbed the bottle and threw a Franklin in her direction. He then began to stand, getting off the stool. These drinks would be best in the comfort of his own home.
She looked at him curiously before grabbing the bill. "Have a nice night," she purred before she turned and walked up to the man on his right. The one who had started sobbing into his hands. Klaus rolled his eyes as he made his way across the bar. Humans, he thought to himself.
Klaus readjusted the position he had on the bottle so that he was grabbing it by its neck. He thought about using vampire speed to get to his car, but he decided against it. It was a beautiful evening in England. There was no need to leave its beauty so soon.
Klaus let his mind wander, which most of the time was a dangerous idea. His mind flooded with thoughts of past feuds and battles. His mind instantly thought of New Orleans and the kingdom he had maintained before it all went sour. He thought of the werewolf that the witches claimed was carrying his child. Of course, it was a lie. Luckily, Hayley and her baby boy both died in childbirth, a complication that the witches didn't foresee. With nothing over Klaus's head anymore, he was free to do as he pleased. So, he slaughtered them. He took his anger out on them. They had bossed him around. Didn't they realize they had been playing with fire?
He reached his car, his mood even more sour than it had been when he'd left the bar. Of course he had managed to take back New Orleans. Marcel was nothing compared to the Original hybrid. Since Klaus was seven hundred years Marcel's senior, the battle was short and sweet. As soon as he was dead, all his followers fled the city, leaving everything for Klaus and his family.
It was peaceful for a time. His family enjoyed the life of royalty like they had when New Orleans had first began. His sister enjoyed it most of all. Rebekah was actually happy there, especially when the Donovan boy had agreed to becoming a vampire and spending eternity with her. To Klaus's knowledge, they were somewhere in South America, exploring the world together. Klaus's mind instantly thought of the one person he'd offered to show the world to. That was always what he'd wanted to do, take her to anywhere and everywhere, as long as they were together.
But she never came.
He remembered that even when the great battle for New Orleans had begun, she'd stayed away. When the place he had learned to call home was leveled, never to be rebuilt again, she still never came.
Of course, Klaus had kept tabs on her for a while. He dropped that over nine hundred years ago, finally choosing to recognize that she was never coming. That he was going to live out his life like he always had. In solitude.
His brother and sister both had left him when the last building in New Orleans hit the ground. Elijah vanished, with not even a trace of where he was going. After a changed phone number and no calls, Klaus had decided that Elijah finally left him as well. Rebekah still checked in on occasion, promising visits that never actually happened.
Klaus had not stopped in one place for too long until he had found this little village in England. It was tiny and there were no other supernatural creatures there. It was relatively peaceful, and Klaus enjoyed its simplicity. He also knew he would need to move on soon because too many people knew his whereabouts.
Klaus had his fair share of enemies and he knew it. He had been living for over two thousand years, and since he was not the nicest guy, he tended to make enemies before making friends. Especially when it came to the supernatural.
Word had somehow gotten out that his blood was the cure for a werewolf bite, and since the werewolf population had tripled in size since his own werewolf gene had been activated, that meant more and more vampires were getting bitten. Klaus laughed bitterly as he remember those who had idiotically came to him for aid. He never gave a single drop of his blood to anyone. The last person he healed from a werewolf bite had been Damon Salvatore back in 2013, 1003 years ago.
Klaus got out of his car and walked up the steps that lead to his front door. He turned the handle and opened it. Of course he never locked his front door. There was nothing of intense value in his home. He looked behind him once just to check. He saw a blonde haired girl turn the corner to a different street, quickly leaving his view and putting Her back to the forefront of his mind. The one that got away.
He placed his car keys on the table by the door as he walked into the foyer, humming a song softly as he shed his coat. He smoothly closed the door before uncapping the whiskey and taking a long swing. The alcohol has improved amazingly over the years, he thought to himself as he felt his buzz grow, so much stronger now. He took yet another swing, reveling in the burn it sent down his throat.
Klaus turned his gaze upward when he heard a crash on the second floor of his home. He sighed in irritancy and put the bottle of whiskey down next to his car keys on the table. He made his way to the back of his living room where the spiral staircase that led directly to his studio on the second floor. He made his way slowly, trying to think of creative ways to end whoever had decided to break into his home. He decided on the simple and easy heart grab.
He rolled his eyes as he reached the top of the staircase. A painting lay face down on the floor. He walked over and straightened it back up. It was one of the best paintings he'd ever done. It was a portrait of the one who held his heart. She was smiling, her eyes looking down. She looked absolutely beautiful, but she always did.
He heard the floorboards creak in his bedroom. He rolled his eyes at his intruder's stupidity as he made his way through the cracked door that led to his bedroom. The room was pitch black. The only proof that there was someone else in the room was the husky, labored breathing coming from a few feet in front of him. He could tell that it was a woman's. He bent his knees, preparing for an attack. When one didn't come, he stood and took a step forward. A floorboard creaked in protest, and he let out a soft hiss.
He flipped on the light switch. Her blonde, curled bob was the first thing he saw. Then he noticed the blood trickling down her back. The right side of her body was covered in the red liquid. He could hear barely audible sobs coming from her bite marred body. He could count at least four, each one worse than the last.
She turned slowly, twisting to her left and keeping from looking at him head-on until the very last second.
"Hello Klaus," she whispered so low he barely caught it. Her eyes were filled with fear and pain. He studied her body before realizing that the bites were werewolf bites. Of course, he thought to himself, she's here for my blood.
"Caroline," he returned. His eyes narrowed slightly. He barely had time to react before she passed out, falling toward the floor. He caught her just before she hit, holding her gently to his chest and breathing in her sent. "Hello, Love."
AN:
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