What can I say?

It can't be helped. I'm already in Team Klaus since the last season. Joseph Morgan is an awesome actor and I'm happy that the writers decided to make him one of the main cast. Since this particular episode (3x05) I developed a thing for Klaus x Elena. May be because both Nina & Joseph have an incredible chemistry with each and everyone on screen. Best example is the bromance between Stefan & Klaus. The more episodes pass the more I fell in love with Klaus. His character is one of the most interesting at the show and I can't wait to learn more about him and his family history.

About this oneshot: I would have loved to see what would have happend if Klaus made it to Elena's room before Damon showed up. Sooo that's what I think what would have happend...

~oOo~

"All I want to do is take my girl, take my hybrid, and get the hell out of this one-pony town"

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He listened to the gentle and regular rhythm of her heart, to the rustle of her fragile breath and the flow of warm blood that flowed through her veins seductively. It was heavenly music to his ears. He never took the time to listen to the rhythm of life of its victims, but in a rare moment such as this, he was fascinated every single time by the calming effect that humans seemed to radiate in a miraculous way, when they are asleep.

He didn't deny that he preferred listening to the sound of a panicked heartbeat. In particular, if he was the reason for this wild beating, the terse gasping for air. This telltale sound was pure excitement. This was the lure that would awake the hunter in him and in any other vampire. Once on the hunt, it was hard not to surrender to the desire for blood, even if it wasn't the thirst that drove the hunter to take action. A true ripper only craved for the fun of hunting. How wonderful was it to sense the victim's scent, to follow it getting involved into a little role-play with it before the dagger sharp teeth buried themselves in the soft skin of the neck. That was a feeling of elation as it existed on earth not a second time when the tongue reported the slightly bitter taste and the thick, hot substance paved its way down the throat.

Once the air was impregnated with the metallic smell of blood, he could feel it.

It was better than alcohol, better than sex, and in any case better than those fragile feelings of which human hearts could be dominated. He never thought that of all Stefan, the one he had admired for his bloody methods and for his macabre games would suppress his vampiric side and be dominated by these feelings. He had decided to feel, to endure the pain and the burden of his existence, instead of switching it off. Or at least pretending as if he'd turned it off.

Klaus knew it was impossible. Even if a vampire wanted he couldn't turn it off to feel. Over the centuries, Klaus had learned to bury his feelings deep inside so that they only now and then, when he completely lost control had the chance to come to light. It was the part of him that knew how to cause him the most anguish. That wasn't always so. Not always had Klaus considered feelings to be a vampire's greatest weakness. Not always had Klaus considered it as weakness to love and be loved.

At some point, everything changed. A name crossed his mind.

His upper lip curled menacingly. She was nothing more than a shadow of the past. She was dead and he wanted it to stay like this.

It would be more than enticing to let this part go, to be able to ignore it completely. Some vampires lived that way for a longer period of time and especially those who already possessed a rather cold heart as a human had no problems to eke their existence in this way for even a whole human life. Klaus was able to get this damn part silenced, but that didn't change the fact that he was aware of the presence of his humanity in every single minute of his existence.

How he hated it.

His eyes fall on the doppelganger.

Elena.

How quietly and peacefully she slept. One might think the person who had intended her life to no longer belong to herself wouldn't sit right next to her bed. One would think the person who could take her everything, if he wanted to, would have suddenly decided to not make her life a living hell.

He watched her vigilant. Maybe she slept even in this situation so relaxed and peaceful, because she knew there were people who were willing without hesitation to sacrifice their lives for her. She knew she was loved. No matter what she did, or what others did to her, nothing could change that fact. A circumstance born to be timeless and powerful.

He had time.

Everything worked great and very satisfactory. To be honest it had even worked out better than expected. Not only had he finally managed to create his first hybrid, also the key could now be regarded as his own personal property. It was almost amusing how things had worked out for him. And all he owed to the doppelganger, who didn't want to die and therefore had left the gate open for him to be able to realize his plan after all. O glorious irony of fate! Normally he didn't believe in fate, but this time it seemed to be clearly more than a mere series of coincidences.

Klaus smiled wolfish. The world was open to him. All he had to do was to ensure that his little, sweet Elena stayed alive. A task which, now that Stefan was completely under his control didn't even deserve to be called 'task'. Besides neither of the two brothers would ever allow that anything happened to the girl they loved. Klaus had witnessed how sacrificially both the Salvatore brothers had defended her. Both would die for her. Without hesitation. Both would protect Elena until the end of their life.

In a way he could understand this fascination, as well as this indescribably deep love that both Stefan and Damon felt for doppelganger. Like all Petrova descendants Elena also had this distinctive aura that would make it nearly impossible to escape her. It was difficult to avert her eyes or not to succumb to her natural charm. Just as Katerina was Elena also beautiful. A beauty that gave one the idea that all Petrova had sprung from the womb of a goddess.

And yet ... and yet wanted Klaus not to admit that Elena was so different than all Petrova, whom he had met until now.

He didn't know what it was. Perhaps it was the dazzling rays in her dark brown, almost black eyes, which had too much passion for the gentle expression she showed all the time. They were eyes that one either immediately loathed or loved with all his heart. Perhaps it was the flawless skin that had naturally an appealing sheen tempting one to touch its owner. Or were it her full, slightly parted lips, of which he had watched them scream, cry and laugh irresistible.

Klaus smiled. Indeed. She was a true Petrova. Everything she did or said was designed to look attractive. Unlike Katerina Elena didn't use this weapon. He didn't think it was because she wasn't aware of her stunning appearance. Rather, he suggested that her good-natured and decent heart prohibited her to use it for her own goals.

That or she just didn't want to. She didn't like playing games. She was someone, who could see quickly behind the masks and refused to be fooled by others.

She was special.

A word he would never have used to describe Katerina. What was so special about Elena wasn't her beauty but her deeds. In contrast to Katerina Elena has never run away from him. Not once, not for one second. She knew what would happen if she did. She was the smart, brave and unselfish, most emotionally controlled human, whom he had met in more than a thousand years. That's why she was special.

Elena Gilbert behaved differently than all the people he had ever met. Someone like her one only found once in his whole life. It was right to hold on to such a love.

Klaus could understand that. Better than Stefan or Damon would trust him. If he were in their place, he would also have done everything to protect her. Finally, he had experienced exactly the same as they do. He knew how the story also could've ended.

Again his eyes were on her sleeping form. He would never admit it, but he envied the Salvatore brothers. They did not only enjoy the love of such a great woman, but also shared an inseparable bond of brotherhood that had passed every challenge and every threat over the decades. This brotherhood was as strong as the love they felt for the doppelganger. Some souls were destined to outlast the ages, to find themselves. These three were linked and would probably always will be.

Yes, he envied them. He hated them for it.

Klaus sat up. Time was up. He didn't want to wait any longer. The more he waited, the more he let his mind wander in one direction, with which he had already enclosed centuries ago. The time couldn't heal wounds.

Whoever had planted this wisdom into the minds of mankind has certainly not been a vampire. Otherwise he wouldn't feel the pain.

Naturally, as if he'd belong there, he sat down beside her on the hospital bed. With his left hand he held himself over her motionless body as he leaned forward slightly. After only a few centimeters the wonderful smell of her body began to caress him seductively. It was her very own scent, which he could reconcile with the intoxicating taste of her blood, but outside of her veins it smelled weaker and much sweeter. Which didn't mean that it wasn't also as tempting. It was the fragrance mix, which he had in his nose since he had met her the first time. Now that the wolfish side in him had been awakened he was able to dive into the whole spectrum of fragrances that was Elena Gilbert. She smelled amazing.

Like a young brook in the middle of the coldest winter, kissed tender at one point by the rays of the sun, but covered in a different place bittersweet from a pine resin.

She smelled of childhood. After the world as it was when Klaus wandered through dense, pristine forests in the heart of Britain. It was a dangerous scent.

He had to touch her. An impulse, which the wolf defended against the vampire. He had to give in and feel the warmth of her skin, and the life underneath.

His right hand reached lost in thought her cheek. It was such a natural gesture that for one moment he forgot the reality around them. Almost automatically, he stroked his thumb over the soft skin, while his other fingers clung fondly to the fine contour of her head.

Suddenly her eyes began to twitch slightly, and the brief, rapidly successive beating of her heart told him that she was about to regain consciousness.

"Stefan.", she murmured dreamily and Klaus couldn't resist a devilish grin. He studied her face and what he saw wanted to make him believe for a moment that it wasn't an abstruse form of jealousy, which accompanied his grin.

"Try again, sleeping beauty.", he replied in an amused smoky tone. Satisfied, he registered, that her pulse was now suddenly faster. She began to blink and to fight against the exhaustion that held her body tightly.

"Klaus.", she muttered softly, with her brow furrowed confused together. "What are you doing here?"

"Make sure that my new best friend is well cared for.", he said still grinning. "Turns out, you're alive much more valuable for me than dead."

Her features were still relaxed, almost as if she hadn't quite understood the extent of her situation, but the agitated, almost panicked beating of her heart spoke a different language. Her breathing was no longer quiet, but short, excited intervals.

Klaus knew these signs. He knew what she was feeling was exquisite, wonderful fear. The effect was instantly on her scent. Klaus felt how from one second to the other a painful burning started in his throat. She was the purest aphrodisiac. He didn't even think that she was afraid of him, just before what he wanted from her and what he planned to do. Alone, that he was here and not her beloved Stefan or Damon said more than everything else. Klaus could almost see how her mind was racing. Eventually she came to a conclusion that she didn't seem to like at all.

"What do you want?" Only now she opened her eyes and confronted him with that sparkling pair of eyes that now even though it was marked by fatigue, had lost nothing of its fascination. She didn't seem to be surprised to see him so close. He was close enough to cause her discomfort or to be able to kill her with one blow. Presumably, his voice had told her where he was.

Klaus cocked his head. He smiled at her as if she were the most precious treasure he had ever allowed to call his own. His dimples showed themselves at their best and almost deceived over the danger of its owner.

It would be so easy to fall in love with such a smile.

"Nothing earth shattering. Basically just my hybrid and you and a lot of miles between us and Mystic Falls."

"No.", she said so quietly that if he were not a vampire, wouldn't have heard it. "What do you want with me?"

He returned her gaze. "Nothing that will harm you, my dear. On the contrary."

Elena snorted. Her eyes seemed to gain every second more vitality. "A few hours ago you were going to kill by the hands of my boyfriend. Why the sudden change? I want to know what you're up to."

"I hate it when something of the past stands between us.", Klaus replied in a played serious tone, which was crowned with a glance a la Damon and which induced Elena despite the nagging exhaustion to raise her left eyebrow. Did he just now flirt with her? Klaus and flirting was a combination that Elena could not easily put in one sentence.

"There's a reason why you're here.", she continued seriously, "And we both know it's not because you missed my incredibly charming company." Her eyes bored deep into his own. Not once did she brake the contact. She was aware that he could take advantage of her vulnerable situation and could compel her at any time. He could just make her forget. Make her forget about loving Stefan and the existence of vampires and werewolves. Maybe that was the reason why he was here. No. That wasn't it. If he wanted her out of the way, he would just kill her.

"So, what it is that you want from me?"

For a moment it seemed as if he wanted to continue to sit beside her, watching her with an amused smile. But then suddenly his hand grabbed something that lay on the bedside table next to her.

Elena's eyes widened in horror when he showed her with some satisfaction and complacency what it was that he wanted. Her lips parted.

"What did you-"

"I've asked you to a small, involuntary donation. I hope that you do not mind." , he interrupted, smiling, looking so elegant and charming that you'd think he would present her a gift.

With a gaze, her eyes were fixed on the blood bag. Her eyes wandered down to her left arm. A desperate sound escaped her lips when she saw the fine needle, stuck there in one of her veins and about to fill another bag with her blood.

Klaus followed her gaze. "After the first bag we had to wait a while before we could connect you to a second. We do not want to worsen your condition."

The emotions that flitted across her face in no time were simply delicious. Never in her life she had felt something like this. She couldn't name it. It was an ugly mixture of fear, anger, shame and helplessness.

As in madness her right hand grabbed the needle and wanted to tear it in the same heartbeat from her arm yet another hand held her own one back with surprising gentle pressure. The skin of these hand was soft and not surprisingly cold, but by a soothing, relaxing warmth, which stood in stark contrast to everything else, with which Elena would associate Klaus.

Angrily, she raised her eyes and Klaus threw a withering look. His eyes, however, were soft, but unmistakable warning. 'If I were you I wouldn't do that' told her these dark lakes of icy blue, which seemed to be as cold as his character. Until that moment she had never noticed that Klaus had blue eyes. It was an intense colour Elena could easily in accordance with his unbroken determination and yet it was clearly not a pure blue. In between, an equally powerful forest green was mixed, which was not fighting for supremacy with the blue, but melted into a unique blend.

"I thought this way it would be much more pleasant. As I see my bite marks have still not disappeared."

His hands let go of her hand. Elena drew a sharp breath as his fingers instead touched feather-light the two dagger-shaped holes on the left side of her neck. It seemed as if he was immensely fascinated by the results of his teeth.

"Why don't let you heal them?", he asked in a whisper, while his fingers absently stroked the wound again. A deep, rough voice, trying to do strange things with the region below her navel.

"I don't want to forget the pain.", Elena replied coolly, and again his eyes sought hers. As always, she held his gaze, as if he could do nothing to harm her. He liked this look. It was refreshing and challenging.

"I wished Ellijah would have killed you.", she whispered in disgust, and for the first time the broad smile froze on his lips. In a blink his eyes became hard and cold.

"He didn't want to kill me. Any more than I ever wanted to kill him." ,he growled, his eyes flickered briefly in a threatening yellow.

He leaned forward again and Elena winced. Rapidly her heart began to pound excitedly against her chest, as if it would aim to break through.

"You, my hybrid and me. We will leave Mystic Falls tonight."

Despite the anger that blazed in his eyes, his voice was pleasantly mild, as if he were talking to a young child, he didn't want to scare. However, the way he said it was unmistakably imploring, as if he wanted to compel her. A shiver ran down her back.

"Thanks to your blood, I'll finally be able to create hybrids."

Her brows drew together immediately. She looked at him suddenly in a way that he could not interpret. Her lips opened timidly, as if she had to rethink exactly what she wanted to say.

"It- it's that what this is all about?" , Elena said softly and tenderly, that he momentarily forgot the perpetrator-victim relationship they were in. "You just don't want to be the only one?" It was formulated as a question, but sounded like a statement. A statement which was highlighted with a hint of emotion that only could be described as pity. Klaus could see how she already had taken the next logical step, before he could reply.

She was wrong. That was never the reason.

"The original witch pretty much hated me. She knew I would do the opposite of what she said and that I would anything to break the curse."

"She must have known you pretty well.", Elena added, after a few seconds of silence were pulled past them and the situation threatened to turn into an awkward silence.

"Indeed. She did.", he replied coolly. The direction that this conversation had taken, pleased him not at all.

"What did you do?"

"Something that's none of your business, my love.", he replied gruffly. She not even made a face.

"What will happen to your sister, if you go away?", she wanted to know and Klaus asked himself the question when he had allowed that his attempt to get the doppelganger out of the realm of dreams had turned into a question and answer session.

"If we go away.", he corrected her with a wolfish grin, which emerged his dimples again. "She'll leave this us…or should I leave her with Stefan?"

"Leave Stefan out of the game!", she snapped instantly with suppressed anger. Klaus chuckled.

"Stefan will remain here in Mystic Falls to have an eye on his brother and your friends."

The message that emerged clearly from these innocuous words was unmistakable. Stefan stayed here first to prevent her friends from doing any reckless rescue missions and second to ensure Elena's loyalty through his presence. Would she try to escape, Stefan would be instructed to harm one of her friends. That was for sure.

"Why do you want me to come with you at all? You have what you need. You could compel Stefan to look after me."

The hope that resonated in her weakened voice seduced him almost to laugh out loud. She wouldn't give up. Never. She would fight. And if it were the last thing she did.

"Why leave the source behind if you can simply take it?"

"I won't let you use me."

"I know." , replied he and Elena's eyes narrowed, "That's what makes the whole thing so interesting."

He gave her a smile that could have been called may be lovingly in other circumstances. Elena wondered what would happen to her when he had put his plans into action. Would he let her go? Unlikely. Would he turn into a vampire? She didn't believe that he would welcome a sort of second Katherine in the world. Would he compel her? He was a man of his words. What will he do as soon as enough time had come and gone?

"You know I won't run.", Elena began and Klaus nodded almost imperceptibly, "However, if you want my loyalty, you must give me a promise."

He had expected as much. She could just play with him as he could play with her. She had found out his weak point and he would do better to compel instead of making a deal with her. On the other hand: she won't use this knowledge against him. When it came down to things like that she was easy to read. After all she wasn't Katerina.

"Agreed." , he said, eyeing her with a wary look in his blue green eyes. "What do you have in mind?"

"I'm coming with you and I'll serve you as long as you need me. In return, you'll let go of Stefan."

Klaus returned the intense look in her eyes. She had exactly the same determination as he does. If she wanted something, she would achieve it.

He leaned a little forward.

"Deal.", he whispered in her ear, and Elena could not suppress the unpleasant showers, which ran down her back. To know him so close, gave her a kind of uneasiness, which was seized by the border between very exciting and frightening. It was the kind of closeness that you should only share with someone you trusted with all your heart. She took a deep breath and froze.

There it was. It was so intense that her heart beat give out a moment.

That smell of wild, from the dew-kissed forests and infinitely long, fresh meadows, where no man has ever walked before. He smelled of blooms and needles and after sun after rain, mixed with an undeniable trace of masculinity which sent out a signal that showed her not only the immediate danger which he portrayed as a vampire. All her senses were suddenly tense, as she was instinctively aware that it was not the fear of a victim, which was faced with its hunter what took possession of her. It was the fear of a female who felt that the moment had come where her mate would claim her. This message was not only rooted in his scent, it was also reflected in the aura that surrounded him.

Elena swallowed. "Stop it.," she said weakly.

Klaus let himself fall back with a surprised expression so that he could have a better look at her.

"What should I stop?", he asked amazed and it was so absurd to see Klaus surprised that Elena would have almost believed him.

"Your scent." ,she replied impatiently, as it ought to be obvious, "Why are you doing this?"

He raised an eyebrow, and watched her very closely. Finally he seemed to understand what she wanted.

"Looks as if the wolf no longer wants to stay quiet.", he said softly. He looked at Elena, as he would see her for the first time.

"An annoying side effect, I fear. I've suspected it, but never thought that it could actually happen."

"What are you talking about?" Elena couldn't understand at all what he was getting at.

Klaus smiled. It was an indulgent, almost tender smile. "This wolfish site is very instinct-driven. I still cannot always dominate it, so the wolf believes he has to remind me that he's now also a part of me."

Elena's lips opened a crack, but she found no words to express her racing thoughts.

Wolves.

Wolves were pack animals. Young wolves went when they had reached a certain age to wander, in order to find their own territory and their own mate with whom they could then start a new pack.

Oh.

That was definitely a thought she would not think through.

"Don't worry, my dear. ", Klaus said calmly, who had decoded the expressions on her face. "I'm not planning to give in into my wolfish instincts."

With these words he leaned forward again. It was a gesture that seemed to underline clearly the opposite of his words. Elena began to squirm uneasily, but she was too weak to be able to escape from him in some way. When he shielded her with his entire body, she felt the comforting warmth emanating from his body to hers. Her heart began to beat irregularly. Only a few millimeters separated his face from her. He studied her in detail and took in every little movement, every twitch of her mouth. Finally, he allowed it.

Very carefully, as if she could break under his touch, he pressed his lips to her forehead.

Elena drew a sharp breath.

He kissed her.

Klaus kissed her.

She didn't want it. She wanted to push him away. She wanted to scream at him, but his intense scent clouded her senses. Suddenly he leaned back again, almost as if he had burned himself. He didn't look at her, but rolled his eyes annoyed. A knowing smile spread in the same moment on his lips.

"Look who finally decided to show up on the party.", he said calmly and slowly got up from bed.

Only now could Elena see, that someone was standing in the doorway of her hospital room.

"Damon." , she greeted him quietly and let his eyes wander to her shortly before he fixed them back with devastating hardship on Klaus. Bare anger flared in his dark eyes and his lips curled into a snarl-threatening.

"You know, I promised your brother that I won't kill you, but I fear I won't be able to keep it this time."

Without responding to his words, Damon bent down to Elena, but he couldn't even manage to touch her because he was already grabbed by Klaus around the neck and pushed against the nearest wall.

"I won't let you interfere tonight."

"You'll have to kill me.", Damon growled, which elicited an amused laugh from Klaus.

"With pleasure.", replied the elder vampire coldly and pressed shut more strongly, while Damon squirmed in his grasp.

"I know about Mikael.", Damon gasped, just as Klaus wanted to go back with his other hand to the final stroke.

He paused. His face darkened. A disparaging hiss escaped his lips. "What do you know about Mikael?"

"Only that he knows you're here." ,Damon said in a singsong voice.

In Klaus' eyes flashed suddenly uncertainty. He looked at Damon with strained expression, which reached close to fear. "You're bluffing." , he growled.

"Katherine and I found him."

Klaus nervously turned his head slightly back and forth, unsure what to do. Finally, he let out an angry cry and threw Damon across the room. Even before Damon was able to get up again Klaus had disappeared.

Mikael.

That was a turn of events that didn't fit him at all.

TBC...probably, may be.