So this isn't much at the moment, it's just the start of the story that'll set everything in motion. I'm still sort of playing around with the plotline and working out some kinks, but if you guys could review even this teeny prologue and let me know if you wanna read more of this story - crazy-ass story - and I'll see you with it's official first chapter next time. :)
And to anyone wondering, I'm using the same timeline as the show has.
If Klaus could feel anything at this present moment, it would be boredom. Complete and utter boredom. He had opened his eyes once again to pitch blackness, unable to even make out the lid of the coffin encasing him, and the chains around his body had long since became a heavy weight on him, numbing his senses further.
He could still hear, but there was nothing to hear; only a deafening silence with the occasional squeal of a rat to keep him company. He had managed to block out the feeling of his veins rubbing like sandpaper, that being of some small comfort to him.
He had lost all sense of time, it was agonising. Months could have passed, even years, and he would have been none the wiser because he - a timeless monument - was sealed away from the outside world. Thankfully, as he had seen during one of the brief moments his coffin had been opened, Alaric had dessicated on the spot before he could so much as dare plunge the white oak stake into his heart.
The last thing he had seen before the eldest Salvatore had slammed the coffin shut with a snarky, "Good riddance," was the light fading out of Alaric's eyes and the horror emerging in them as he realised what was happening to him. He had tuned out the disgustingly heart-wrenching conversation between Elena and Damon, however, or at least he had tried to. Poor bloke just couldn't catch a break.
A loud crunching and creaking of wood echoed loudly throughout the spacious... building, he supposed. He strained his ears to the sound of coughing and faint footsteps that seemed to be above him.
"C'mon, it's right down here," a male voice said excitedly, his tone hushed like he was a little child giddy with excitment. For all Klaus knew, he probably was; just a stupid teenager trying to find some way to scare his girlfriend.
"Are you sure we should even be down here?" a female voice asked hesitantly, but footsteps squeaked under her weight nonetheless. "The door was chained shut," she added and Klaus smiled - not anymore.
"Look, you chose dare, alright," the boy said with a slight tone of irritation. "What better dare than to visit a creepy, abandoned building in the middle of nowhere?" he asked rhetorically, recieving a snort from the girl he was with.
"If you think you can scare me, you've got another thing coming," she muttered under her breath and Klaus' smirk grew as the footsteps began getting closer to the room he was in.
This time wood creaked much closer to him, and Klaus realised with glee that the teenagers were in the same room as him. Willing his arms to move despite the dessication, he very slowly, but surely, began to flex some feeling back into his fingers, gritting his teeth as he was very sharply reminded of his still beating heart pumping what may as well have been dust around his body.
"Woah," a boy marvelled as he pushed the door open further. "Creepy," he added with a shudder.
"What's with all the candles?" the girl asked, chuckling to herself.
"I dunno," the boy said, no doubt shrugging. "Looks like no-one's been in here for months," he added in surprise, obviously looking around some more, judging by the gasps that came out of his mouth, and this peaked Klaus' interest. Where was he, exactly?
"Hey, what's that?" the girl asked in amazement, both human's footsteps coming closer and the sound of their heartbeats filling Klaus' ears.
"That's a sheet, dearest Molly," the boy said sarcastically, there being a thump! as the girl - Molly - most likely hit him.
"I meant what's under the sheet, dumbass," she snorted, the boy chuckling at her.
Klaus heard the scraping of fabric as it was pulled off the coffin's top. The teens fingers were on the top, running against it. There was a groan of disgust from the boy, and then he sniggered.
"Open it," he said, trying to goad her into doing so.
"What, no!" Molly shrieked, recoling in horror. "You open it," she argued back childishly.
"Chicken," the boy sneered good-naturedly, there being another thump! "There's probably nothing in there," he said, trying to reason with her.
The coffin was forced open, revealling his dessicated body and blinding him with a sudden influx of light, and the girl gave a shrill scream and dropped the torch she had been holding, while the boy all-but jumped a few feet into the air.
"Mol, calm down," he said gently, rubbing her arm comfortingly. "It's probably just a prop put here to scare us," he said, although his voice was shaking despite his reasoning. He then reached out to touch the edge of the coffin, but decided against it as Klaus' eyes followed his hands.
"The door was chained," Molly pointed out, shifting uncomfortably and remaining a safe distance from the coffin.
"By whoever probably put this there," the boy said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, to which Molly became apprehensive. "Lotta chains, though," he muttered to himself, inching his fingers closer to touch them...
With a sudden burst of strength, the chains snapped and slithered away from Klaus' body like dead snakes, his teeth managing to snatch hold of the teenagers wrist. As much as he struggled, Klaus wasn't letting go.
He bit down, a considerable chore when he couldn't summon his fangs, until he drew blood, feeling his skin gain some color as he felt the teenagers blood being siphoned up from the holes his teeth had created and running down his throat. His heart pumped faster, seemingly grateful for the sudden rush of blood.
Klaus finally released the boy's arm, cracking his neck back into place with an audible crunch. He felt his capliaries enlarge and his fangs push down from his gums. Without hesitation, he leapt forwards with his newfound strength and sunk his fangs into the boy's neck, his screams of pain being the sweetest music Klaus had ever heard.
"Darren!" Molly screamed as Klaus drained him dry, discarding his carcass like a rag-doll. He grinned wolfishly and advanced on her, eyes burning amber.
"What are you?" she asked fearfully, her voice trembling as she became paralysed by her fear.
"That's not important right now," Klaus said dismissively, placing a hand on the girl's shoulders. He then looked into her eyes, locking their gazes together.
"Don't be afraid, you're alright," he said reassuringly and the girl's demeanour changed; she was much calmer and had stopped shaking, not even noticing her dead boyfriend on the floor.
"That's better," Klaus murmured to himself under his breath. "What date is it?" he asked the girl.
"October 11, 2012," she responded, looking at him with a bewildered expression.
Klaus' nostrils flared indignantly. "So I've been in here for almost four months," he growled to himself. "Fantastic," he muttered bitterly. However, he considered his luck. It could have been several years before he was found by anyone, or if he ever would have been.
"What are you talking about?" she asked in confusion, a faint smile playing on her mouth as she laughed at him. Something Klaus did not appreciate.
"Just stay still," he advised her calmly, moving a hand up to stroke her on the cheek.
She barely had time to react before he once again sunk his teeth into human flesh and drained her of her blood. Her screams were defeaning and Klaus thought, with a smirk, that soon many more would follow...
Klaus stood on top of a large hill, the sun setting behind him and leaving behind a multi-colored canvas of reds, yellows and vibrant pink. His focus remained on the town, the citizens below looking akin to ants that he could - and would - crush under his boots; Stefan Salvatore and all his friends being amongst them.
They would object, surely, and fight him to the death - that was to be expected - but he already had the pieces planned out... the most vital of which - the King in this metaphorical game of chess - none of their pathetic brains would comphrehend in their dizziest daydreams.
"Make no mistake, Stefan," Klaus spat, narrowing his eyes in memory of the vampire who had dessicated him all those months ago. "I will have my vengeance; starting with the rest of this miserable town," he swore, leaning back on his heels and smirking to himself.
There would be so much bloodshed that the town would be bathed in blood, and his secret weapon would be none the wiser to his trickery either.