A/N: Hi. I'm a new writer. Klayley is a couple that has always fascinated me. The dynamics, the chemistry and everything.. Its all just great. Now that the show had effectively dashed up all of my hopes about them, I decided to bore anyone who would read with my writing.
This is a one-shot but I think it can be expanded. Feel free to drop me ideas.
Please leave feedback, even if its bad! Good reviews are really very welcome as they encourage me to write more.
And I don't own any of the characters.
You see, we both are twisted. So very twisted. You take one step towards me and I go two steps back. I come ahead and you run. Scared to be shattered to a million pieces again. But that's what you forget! We already are broken, scattered like little diamonds in the sky. So you see, we are twisted. In a very unstably perfect way.
We can complete each other. Do you know how much it hurts to pick up those little shards, that are sharper than glass, and to put them where they belong? Yes you do. You've been trying to put me whole since that church. It seems as if just yesterday! I can almost taste your blood on my lips. I can almost hear your screams. See as if from a different dimension... You cradling my dead body, putting your bit wrist against my lips. Because that's what you do best. When you want something desperately, you offer your blood.
Your word, and I stop. Just one touch, and I forget. A little smile and I'm breathless. Silences, that speak louder than metal rock.
My monologue is stopped quite abruptly as I open my eyes, feeling soft touches on my shoulder. Soft? But then he was always so soft with his touches... Almost as if I'm breakable. Without turning back, I enjoy his attention. The feel of his lips on my shoulder and his hand splayed around my waist. Almost as if marking territory. He sighs contently as his fingers start moving up and down my spine and rests his lips on the nape of my neck.
I catch his fingers before they could embark on a more dangerous terrain and bring them to my lips, effectively stopping his breath.
'What are you doing?' Turning toward me, he asks as I kiss each fingertip tenderly. Tender wasn't what he had signed up for. Its not what I had signed up for either.
His bed had been the place where I had landed in after lots of drinking, in my grief; right where it had all started.
But something had changed tonight, as he had kissed my shoulder in the most affectionate kiss ever, before taking his lips to the side of my head. That was most most he had ever done to show his true emotions. The hugs and checkovers after bloody fights didn't really matter. They were just concerns. From the father of her child. From the only one of her kind, Hope didn't count as a hybrid, I liked to think. Because of her magic powers ofcourse.
But this night, there was something different between both of us. As usual, we had been in a fight. With witches this time. If there's one thing that I know about witches, its that they never play fair. And that exactly is what I had forgotten. So as Klaus tore his way through the hearts of them, I was doubled over on the ground, going through a personalized version of hell. It was going through deaths of everyone I had ever held dear, including Klaus. Every Mikaelson, to be precise. Hope's birth was being replayed around me over and over again, this time with Genevieve being the one who wins. And my darling, darling Hope being taken from me forever.
I hadn't been able to land even a scratch of the witch and Klaus was quite busy, as it seemed like a lifetime since I'd made contact with the ground crying out in pain. I hadn't stopped screaming out in pain as those voices in my head became louder. And then suddenly, it had all stopped. Guess all that screaming had finally reached Klaus. He had yanked the heart of the bloody with out in a swift motion and the visions had stopped. Yet I had remained on the ground, paralyzed, due to pain or fear... I didn't know which.
Then Klaus had pulled me against him as he had kissed my face frantically, assuring himself that I was fine, it seemed.
Getting crushed by his arms was really not what I was expecting. In fact, I was waiting for him to scream at me to be careful, to not to lose focus. Because that is what usually happens. The mere sight of blood makes me feel like someone lost in the desert for far too long. I couldn't see or think straight. That is what he was teaching me, to control my bloodlust.
'I cannot lose you. I cannot. What happened? You could've just taken her heart out in a second? What did she do to you, love? Tell me.' He whispered in my hair. 'I don't... I don't know. She did a spell and then I was back. In the church, I mean. And you all were...' I couldn't finish the sentence as my throat constricted and tears started to flow. He clutched me even tighter and closer to his body, if that was even possible.
'Forget it all. I killed her. You are safe now. We all are. Ssshh little wolf. You are safe. I'm here.' His words gave me reassurance and the flow of tears stopped eventually that's when I realized, I wasn't breathing. Not that I needed to but I just had to. To cling on to my humanity.
'Breath.' He whispered pulling himself away from me. ' And drink.' He bit his wrist before offering it to me. Initially hesitating, I accepted his offer. After all it wouldn't be the first time. Yet when his blood touched my lips this time, I could taste that there was something different.
He didn't give his precious blood to everyone. Not even his family had the luxury of his blood all the time. She remembered the time he had bitten Elijah in the woods. But with her? No. Even if there was a faintest chance that she was hurt, his wrist would be bloody and on her lips. If she knew Klaus, then she knew that this was his way of telling someone that he cared for them. That they meant something to him. His offer and his actions say what he can never put into words. At least not as the first one. Too many rejections and betrayals had taken that away from him. Tatia. Katherine. Vivienne. Caroline. His own family. Nope. Feelings were a total no-no for him.
Getting stuck with him on my heels, if something ever goes wrong between us was definitely not something I wanted. But, its all worth risk, I think as I look up at his face, which grows steadily sober when he looks in my eyes. 'What's wrong? Are you OK?' He asks, and I think how naïve he can be for a 1000 year old hybrid. Pushing him back on the bed, I kiss his head before moving on to his forehead and jaw; prompting him to repeat his original question,'What are you doing?'
So I smile, lean over and murmur against his cheek,' taking the first step. How does that sound?'
'Fascinating. Exciting.' He says, tightening his hold on me before whispering 'I'm glad you did' in my ear, as he lets me pin him to the bed.
What I don't tell him is how close I am to falling in love with him.
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