Summary: Takes place during and after 3x07. Klaus is affected by the spell of the Ghosts which would have a mayor conscience in the lives of everyone in Mystic falls.
Disclaim: I do not own the Vampire Diaries
A/N: This story is a Bamon but it won't only be about Bamon, since I am also bringing a new character in this story. Also do correct me if I made any grammar errors since I do not live an English speaking country. Anyway hope you enjoy it.
Klaus was sitting in his old house that he usually goes to whenever he was about to make a choice. He did not know how to handle Michael and was afraid that he will find him soon. Klaus did not have any idea how he would be able to protect himself when Michael finds him. Thanks to Stefan for killing his latest witch, he now desperately in need of a powerful witch that was willing to work for him and he knew that the Bennett witch wasn't up for the task. But he'll be damned if he give up his life after trying to stay alive for centuries.
"After everything I have gave up, just to survive" he thinks, sadness overcoming him. If it weren't for his brother, he would have had a different life by now. One that didn't felt so lonely. He shakes his head, trying to get those sad thoughts out of his head.
"What is the point of thinking such things when it's already too late?" he says to himself. It wasn't like he could change the past. He then went on with his drinking.
Just as Klaus lifted his third glass up to his lips, in an attempt to drink his sorrow away, he gets surprised by the sound of his phone ringing. He was annoyed. He especially made it clear that he did not wish to be disturbed.
He rose from where he was sitting and went to the foyer where the phone was laying.
"Hello annoying Rebecca". He answered; knowing exactly that it was his sister because only she would dare to call him in this house.
"Nicklaus, something happen". She was panicking. He knew when she panics.
"What happen? Is it Michael or is it the double ganger?" It was no secret to anyone that Klaus hates when his plan fails.
"No, but it's something much bigger than that. The Bennett witch, she cast a spell".
"What kind of a spell. Rebecca, you need to calm down and tell me what is going on".
"She cast a spell, Nicklaus. Whatever you do, do not think about her or them. Please."
"What are you talking –"before he could even finish his sentences, the line was already dead. What did she meant with don't think about her, Klaus was confused.
"Oh, I think she was trying to warn you about me, love". He heard a female voice speak from behind
Klaus felt like he was frozen to the very spot, not believing his own ears. He did dare to turn around. He was afraid of what he may see. But he had no choice, because the person began walking and then standing in front of him.
"Why the dull face, love. Don't tell me you are not happy to see me". She would tilt her head to side while a smirk starts to display in her lips.
He did not believe it. He wanted to, but he could not. He just could not believe what he was seeing. He wasn't sure how it was possible for her to be here. Standing in front of him, talking, and smirking at him. He wondered if he was daydreaming.
"how?"- he spoke off in very soft voice that sounded very unsure. In his defense, he was taken back of the figure in front of him. He could not tear his eyes of her, unblinking, afraid that if he shut them, he would not get this chance again. He watched as she moved across the room and poured herself a drink, acting like she owned the room. That was one of the things he loved and hate about her. If it pleased her she could even make you feel like you did not exist or wasn't in the same room with her and you would be left no choice but to fight for her attention even though she could be quiet stubborn sometimes. Klaus chuckles to himself, remembering back then when she once got upset with him and it took her forever to forgive him despite his every attempt to make it good between them. His thoughts were broken when she spoke to him.
"How come I am here? Oh, I thought you would know that since there is no in this world that would wish to summon me here" she said, looking back at him when he made a walk towards her.
He was sad to hear those words from her but he knew that there was an underline to those words but he would dammed if she thought he would accept her statement. So he did the only thing he hoped that could make her listen to him. That would prove quite the opposite, as he walked towards the couch where she was seated and taken a seat beside her, he could see the uncomfortable shift she did and frowned. He wasn't angry by her reaction and as he was hurt. He then decided to play all his cards at once because for all he knew this could be his last chance.
What he did next, he lifted his hands for the hope of getting to touch that delegate mocha skin of her – oh how he loved her beautiful mocha features, and exotic beauty that made men drool over her- but he quickly find out that was a bad idea.
He could see her figure move, making him miss her and hover over the end of the couch instead of her, and anyone who could see his expression at that time, could see the hurt in his face, although you would also see a hint of understandable. He just wished she would let him explain but when he turned around in attempts to explain himself and try to get up from the couch and towards her, he found a hand around his throat and felt his body being pushed back towards the couch he just got up from.
He could see it now, she was pissed. She wasn't any pissed woman, she was a pissed off female vampire. She was choking him, but despite all that he reached a hand out to touch her cheek. She swatted it away. He sighted
"You are making this hard for me" he huffed. He could see the smirk reappearing on her lips.
"Yeah? Have it ever accord to you that I have no intention to make anything easier for you. I thought it would already be clear by now that I have not come here to kiss and make out". She tightens her hold on him. She was strong, Klaus knew that, but he also knew that her strength alone would not be enough to harm him much.
What he feared though, was that she also was award what exactly would be harmful to him and if she was here for revenge then he could not afford to lose control of the situation.
He was late though. He was terrible late as he felt a dagger through his heart and he would find himself lose consciousness as he felt his body being dragged on the floor to somewhere unknown to him.