The Monster He Made Me

By: Sloan Asher Richardson

Chapter One

In Shenandoah State Park, it was late. So much so, in fact, that the sky was pitch black except for the stars and the waxing moon, coming oh so close to being full that if one were to look at it in just the right way, they would not be able to tell the difference. NCIS was on a case that eventful evening, searching for four bodies that had been scattered around the forestation by a fifth, their murderer. A shoot out had taken place between a group of military personnel. In this game of Army versus Navy, the loser died. The four agents of the Major Case Response Team all split up, each in search of one of the bodies. They thought it logical, considering the resources they had available and the number of dead bodies. Granted, they were right. It was logical, but was it safe? Ziva David would surely answer with a solid and affirmed 'no' if asked after that evening and its tragic events took place.

Ziva was sent to cover the west quadrant, and she searched through the bush with her flashlight shimmering along the grass. She had this not too good feel in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that something bad was going to happen, however she quickly dismissed it, not wanting to seem weak in a career already dominated by male authority. She took a few calming breaths and let her flashlight continue to guide her through the mysterious foliage.

The Israeli agent jumped when her flashlight shined on a pair of black leather shoes. Her heart thudded within her chest, fear evident to the person whose feet were being put on display to her. Gradually, she let the light go upward, ascending a long set of legs, then a svelte torso, until it landed on his face. He was pale faced, and had light brown hair and facial hair as well, but his most distinguishing features were his eyes. His eyes were not like most eyes, they were an incandescent shade of copper or amber. Ziva would be lying if she said the man did not frighten her to no end, shaking her to the core.

"Hello, love." He greeted, his eyes going over Ziva's frame. He needn't have light in order to see her. "Such the pleasure to finally meet you face to face."

This was not a comment Ziva paid much heed to, when she really should have. His smirk was that of the devil, though comparable to Saleem Ulman he was not. Though, they were both monsters in their own right. Klaus, however, was like no other. He was a half undead creature, half wolf hybrid who was on the prowl yet again. This time, it was far more personal, though usually his motives for doing such things usually were.

Ziva, thinking on her feet, quickly pulled her gun from her holster and shot at Klaus, though the bullets were not wood or silver, therefore he did not go down in a blaze of glory, rather he remained standing, a laugh bellowing maniacally from deep within him. Swiftly, he used his supernatural speed in order to position himself behind Ziva and he wrapped his arm around her neck, applying just the right amount of pressure with a minimal amount of effort. Touching her was surreal after having seen her so much. He smirked oh so smugly as she tapped on his arm. As if that would get him to stop? No. In fact, it only enthralled his efforts further. Within seconds, the mortal human whom was trapped under his strength began to see black as she slipped into a state of unconsciousness.

"Come on, darling. I'm not finished with you yet." He muttered, knowing all too well she could not hear him.

He picked her up expeditiously before carrying her all the way to none other than Mystic Falls, Virginia. It was were the old Mikaelson family home was, and it had certainly been ages since they lived there. He sighed upon entry, it bringing back less than pleasant memories. He was the type who seemed trapped within the past a bit, yet also moving forward in his efforts, his effort now quite elaborate and extreme. Klaus tossed her down onto the ground, not caring really. If he hurt her, it would all heal shortly.

He walked around her in a circle, hiking up his sleeve as he stood behind Ziva's sparse frame. He went down to his knees before picking her up so that she face away from him, her back pressed into him. Then, he brought his own wrist to his mouth, his dual set of hybrid fangs out full for display. He sank them into his own flesh, biting hard enough so that there would be more blood flow and it would take longer for the wound to heal.

"Well, Ziva… I've finally done it." He remarked to the open air, because Ziva still could not hear his warped words.

Klaus let his wound then go to Ziva's lips, his blood seeping through them. He then forced her mouth open a bit more before shoving his wrist further into her mouth, causing more of the blood to flow into her, down her throat. It slowly caused Ziva to awaken, stirring from a seemingly permanent state of sound sleep. She was now consciously able to taste the blood, and although fearful, the taste was so addictive she could not stop herself. She was so distraught, for she knew she was drinking his blood. The federal agent could not keep from sobbing.

"There, there," Klaus spoke soothingly, running a hand through her hair, which did nothing to calm her. "It will be over soon."

Ziva continued to drink, her hands wrapping around his arm on either side of where her mouth was. Klaus smirked, noticing how devote and into it she was becoming. The taste of his blood was indeed addictive, and he encouraged her to drink as much as possible, take as much of him in as she could. The more blood she had within her system, the easier the process would be and the stronger she would become after the transformation, as would the sire bond. This is what he wanted most of all. He knew how loyal Ziva was as a human, just imagine how loyal she would become if this sense of loyalty were deeper than training, but instinctual, in her blood. This is one of the most appealing factors of all, Klaus had to admit.

Soon, the wound in Klaus's arm healed entirely, and he pulled his arm from Ziva's mouth, agilely maneuvering so that he was positioned in front of her, his now blue eyes locked on hers. She looked so terrified and yet so enthralled all at the same time. He was unreal. He could not exist, could he? What was he? Her breathing was heavy and labored, obviously at least slightly fearful. He could feel her breath against his face, a breath he knew would not exist soon.

"WHAT ARE YOU?" She finalled screamed after eons of silence. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"

A vainglorious smirk came to the man's scraggly, unkempt face. He looked quite a lot like a monster, in his own sick and twisted way. Ziva's eyes darted between his, frustration billowing within herself. She hated him with a passion, but she had no idea how much that would turn on its head.

"ANSWER ME!" She screeched vehemently at the man before her.

Klaus merely laughed.

"Don't worry, love." He started, standing up before walking with much grandeur. "Soon, all the world will be at your disposal, and all will be possible for you."

She watched him closely, her puzzled expression oh so gradually morphing into that of sheer terror.

"You… you're going to… make me… like you?!" She asked, obviously not pleased about the revelation.

"Bingo, darling." He said, his accent thickening with his words.

She looked around, a panicked expression now plastering itself on her heart shaped face.

"I do WANT to be like you!" She shouted with hatred, anger, and fear.

He chuckled, becoming rather amused. Klaus then used his speed to come up to Ziva, crouching down to her level before cupping her head in his hands.

"Too late," He responded before swiftly snapping her neck in two, killing her instantaneously.

However, her death was by no means a permanent state, and Klaus was well aware of this. Within a couple hours, Ziva would arise from the dead as an almost finished project, a product of his design, partially like himself. She would be a hybrid.