Hi Everyone! I have loved the idea of a Vampire Diaries x Reign crossover for some time now, I just wasn't sure if it should be a one shot or an actual story!
Please R&R if you like this. If there are enough people interested I would love to continue writing this! It's in your hands now!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or Reign, as much as I wish I could!
The cool depths of the cave filled him with a sense of solitude. It was a bit damp at times, but he didn't mind the chill. The dark thrilled his senses, heightening his appetite and primal instincts. It was here that he could let himself be the demon, the fearsome evil that lived within him. One which he struggled not to give into every hour of every day; if only for his brother's sake.
He had taken up residence in the nearby chateau. It was home to an elderly countess with a taste for young men. Compulsion was not necessary to keep her in his grasp; however he did delight in its uses and preferred to use it as to keep the villagers from having the ability of tracking him to his bedchamber every night.
He did find the smell of her slow decay a bit distasteful. Humans had the uncanny ability to last an immensely annoying amount of time past their expiration date. Flirtations with the reaper being what they were.
At least here he knew the cloying smell of old human flesh could be escaped. The villagers had grown to both love and fear him, exactly the way it should be. This having been accomplished, he found an endless supply of supple young women at his disposal. Playing the demon did have its uses.
The only nuisance to his existence seemed to come in the form of a brave young boy with a lion headed sword. The dark haired child seemed to find pleasure in annoying him, acting the hero in his attempts to slay the demon in the woods. He was a gnat that would be taken care of in time. At the moment, there were more important matters to attend to.
His brother, Elijah, was unhappy with the current situation and he felt the need to voice his concerns with an increasingly irritating level of frequency.
"I worry that you are giving into the beast too deeply brother." Elijah would warn. "What is to happen when the villagers truly learn of what you are and drive us from the countryside with fire and pitchforks?"
"Your problem, Elijah, is just that. You worry. If you gave into your baser instincts more frequently, the freedom you would feel is incredibly intoxicating." He would reply. Elijah would shake his head, the ever present crease between his brows deepening, and gaze out the window in a brooding retreat.
The demon smiled in the dim light of the cave, his teeth gleaming bright and ghoulish. This was his kingdom. Elijah was a fool with his attempts to negotiate otherwise.
He reached toward the pool of blond hair that swept along the ground. A groan reached him as the inhabitant adjusted to the cold, stone floor. She smelled of floral soap and dirt, definitely not a common peasant. His fangs pinched the skin of his gums and he ran his tongue over the sharp surface, mouth watering with anticipation.
He ran a hand over her cheek. She stirred and squeaked, unable to see in the shadows.
"Shh may dear. If you scream, I cannot be held accountable for my actions." He whispered.
"Who are you?" She whispered, trembling. "Are you the Darkness the villagers spoke of?"
"My name, dearest, is Klaus." His fanged smirk flashed in the gloom. "And you are a delicious surprise."