A/N: Hellooo, thanks for dropping by and taking a look on my new Klaus/OC fic (I never get tired of writing those!) :D

I'm not sure if I will be able to update this story that often, but I'll definitely update at least once a week and it might be mostly AU, but I will still follow the show's story line to some extent - confusing I know! xD

Ohh, and I might change the title later on, but for now it'll stay as "Ripper Romance".

Rated M for bloodiness, steamy lime scenes and Klaus' sexiness ;)

Disclaimer: (Sadly) I do not own the Vampire Diaries or any of its characters. I only own those that aren't in the books or show :)

Enjoy!

xoxo Ascha

Ripper Romance

Chapter 1:

Holland, 1463

The blood trickled down his neck as I bit into it and cut his artery open with my sharp-edged fangs and drank the warm liquid that tasted like honey. I heard a choked moan escape his lips and his muscles tensed up in my hands, but he was unable to move them. I continued holding them pinned to the damp grass and savored every drop of blood I drained from his body.

He was starting to feel colder and colder under me and his heart began beating slowly to the point where I nearly could not feel it. I took another large bite of his neck and ripped it open, ignoring the spray of blood that splashed onto my chin and jaw.

I could taste that he was nearly dry and very much dead, so I let go of him and sat up straight on his waist, my long and curly dark brown hair clinging to my blood smeared face. I licked my lips clean and smirked, feeling quite satisfied of tonight's meal. He had tasted much better than I expected, but his personality was already starting to annoy me after only 10 minutes of knowing him.

"At least no one will miss you…" I said and stood up, using my handkerchief to remove the blood.

I managed to get most of it off, but I would have to take a bath before I was truly decent. If my brother saw me now he would become furious and never let me leave our home again. He was a vampire like me, but a boring one of the kind and treated me as if I was still his 20-year-old human little sister, who was not able to defend herself.

"Meike!" someone familiar called aloud.

My head swiftly turned and to my annoyance I saw no other than my five years older brother Bastiaan, running towards me with his vampire speed. His shoulder-long, dark brown hair was clinging to his sweaty face and he looked slightly exhausted, which meant that he had not just been looking for me, but also done other things tonight that required a lot of his strength. I saw how ripped his clothes was and understood that he had fought against a werewolf – a being I had personally only met once before in my 49 years of living.

"Are you hurt?" Bastiaan asked instead of scolding me as usual.

"No, just a bit cold," I answered teasingly and saw his usual annoyed frown reappear. "What happened to you, brother? Did your meal put up a fight?"

"No, my meal was ripped apart and eaten by a vicious werewolf that nearly killed me as well and it will kill us if we do not get back home now!"

I scoffed, but Bastiaan had no time to bicker with me and dragged me back home against my will. Although I had lived for 49 years in total, while he had lived a total of 54 years, then he was turned a few years before I was and therefore he was stronger than I was. We eventually returned to our grand home in the outskirts of Amsterdam. Bastiaan forced me inside and locked the door, chest heaving as he looked out of the windows and checked if the werewolf had followed us. We both knew that the bite of a werewolf could kill you, but even if that truly was true, then I did not care whether I lived or died today. I had already died once and had lived a somewhat normal life, looking much younger than I should be right now.

"Why on earth would you go out when I specifically told you not to?" Bastiaan scolded.

"Um… because I was hungry…? Is that not obvious?" I asked, knowingly that it would annoy Bastiaan even more.

Bastiaan opened his mouth to say something, but he changed his mind and muttered a swearword in our native language.

"Make yourself decent and come downstairs to my study room. I want you to meet a friend of mine named Lord Niklaus."

I raised an eyebrow. "Niklaus? What kind of name is that?"

"What kind of name is Meike?" a sudden voice said.

I frowned and turned around to face a young man in his mid-twenties with shoulder-long dark blonde hair and a pair of blue eyes. He had Nordic features and was actually quite attractive, but I rather wanted to play with him than to marry him – especially, if he was a human.

"Ah, Niklaus! I see that you have come early… I apologize for keeping you waiting and for my sister's impoliteness. Father dropped her once or twice when she was a child…" Bastiaan said teasingly.

"That was only once and it was an accident!" I snarled. "Now excuse me, but I will retrieve to my bedchamber to get cleaned."

I swiftly headed upstairs without even curtsying and went to take a bath I severely needed. I took my sweet time and did not bother to hurry merely because we had company. I used to be so sweet and polite before I was turned into a vampire, but I wouldn't want to go back to my human life where I was unhappy and felt like I was trapped in a cage. Now I was free to do whatever I wanted to and no one decided what I was allowed and was not allowed doing… not even my own brother.

However, unfortunately the young Lord Niklaus was still here by the time I finally came downstairs in a clean dark red dress, but I did not hide my dissatisfaction from him and merely drowned my lack of patience with my favorite choice of beverage – red wine.

"How long will you be keeping us company, Lord Niklaus?" I asked, taking a seat next to Bastiaan on the chaise longue.

"Please, do call me Klaus," he answered and flashed a devilish smirk. "And I will be keeping you company, until my brother Elijah arrives. I hope that will not become a problem with you…?"

"A problem? Well, as long as you do not constantly bother me like Bastiaan does, then I do not think we will have any issues with each other."

Bastiaan rolled his eyes. "She means that it would be very wisely if you do not take her meals or disturb her while she is feeding," he explained. "If you do she will literally bite your head off and trust me – I have seen her do it before."

Klaus chuckled and leaned back in his seat, looking at me with a strange look of fascination in his eyes. He watched me take a sip of my drink and tried making me feel uncomfortable on purpose, but it was not working. I had met many men like him and killed them as if they were nothing but toys to me, so he being a vampire did not mean a thing.

"Klaus is actually an Original." Bastiaan added, which immediately caught my attention.

I had heard stories about the mighty Originals and how every vampire alive today was the way they were because of them. They were the very first vampires in the world and although my impoliteness could have killed me a few minutes ago, then I was not going to change my antics to please him.

"Good for him, but he still needs to stay out of my way." I said.

"You do know that I can compel you to do just about everything for me, yes?" Klaus said with a hint of something mischievous in his voice.

I snorted. "Compel me and I will rip something very precious of yours off the moment I get the chance."

He laughed, while Bastiaan merely shook his head of me. I was quite serious, though, and after finishing my drink I left the study room, while they continued talking about ways to break a curse and about a notorious witch, who lived here in Amsterdam. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a red apple, but right after I had taken a bite and turned around I nearly walked into Klaus.

"Did you not listen to a word I said?" I asked grumpily.

"Is this what you meant by 'bothering you'?" he scoffed.

I nodded. "All contact with me is categorized as bothering me, so move away and leave me alone."

Klaus smirked and leaned dangerously close to me, taking in the scent of my skin and hair in a way that made my instincts tell me to jump on him. For once I ignored what my instincts wanted and merely walked past him.

"You killed a werewolf tonight," he said, making me freeze up and stop walking. I turned to him with a confused frown on my face. "The man you killed tonight was a werewolf. It was lucky for you that he had not triggered his curse or else you would be dead now."

I snorted. "So? Am I not already dead? What difference would it make to die again?" I asked.

Klaus seemed taken aback by this question, but it gave me enough time to leave without being stopped again. I walked in to my bedchamber and looked out of my window. The blooming full moon looked ominous tonight and reminded me of how close I could have been of dying. I had not been frightened by what nearly happened to Bastiaan as well, but I did not want my brother to die.

"I see you have decided to treat him like you treat everyone," Bastiaan said, walking up beside me. He leaned on the window frame and looked out of the window too. We both heard a faint howl coming from afar that could only be coming from a werewolf. "Do you want to know why I invited him?"

"Because you are working together…?" I mused.

Bastiaan nodded hesitantly. "Partly. The main reason is that I am going to England and I will be gone for a month. Klaus will be keeping an eye on you and in return you will help him with finding a witch for him. I know you have a talent of hunting people down and killing them, and I told Klaus about your talent."

"And why would I want to help him – let alone having him as a babysitter? I am 49! I do not need a babysitter."

Bastiaan sighed heavily. "Meike, you may be 49, but you act and look like a 20-year-old and forget to think about the consequences of your actions. Klaus can teach you a lot of good things and he has promised to give you a day-ring, so you can walk in the sun."

I gasped. "He can actually make that happen?"

"Yes… he knows many witches, who would do it for him."

I groaned. The man I did not want to spend any time with could give me the ultimate freedom, but to get it from him then I had to behave properly towards him and do favors for him. Although I certainly enjoyed hunting people down and killing them very slowly and painfully, then I hated doing it for someone else.

"Do I have to satisfy his bodily needs?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"God, no!" Bastiaan exclaimed, eyes wide. "I prefer not to see my younger sister become the lover of an Original…"

I smirked smugly. "In that case I will become his lover!"

Bastiaan's eyes widened even more and he grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look into his brown eyes with my own brown ones.

"If you do that I will kick your behind so hard that you cannot sit down for a week and to make things worse, then I will let you live on animal blood for a whole month."

My eyes widened in horror. "You would not do that… Or would you?"

He chuckled. "Oh, I would!"

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