Story: Kiss of the damned
Rating: T
Summary: AU. In his kingdom, Klaus heard there's particular area rebelling against his rule. Breaking the truce. So when he paid visit to the daughter of that rebellion head, things seem to come out of his control. Rating may change. Slightly Dark. Two or three shot.
About story: It is going to be T for now, and yeah two or three shots. Only if you guys are interested. This chapter is going to be in Klaus POV.
Note: I don't own Klaroline or TVD. Everything I write is for fun and is part of my imagination. Rating may change. Please let me know your thoughts! =) Every review counts! Thanks for checking into the story.
Part 1
Sitting on his throne, Klaus rested his chin in the palm, dragged his gaze across the empty hall uninterestingly. The days were getting bore and quiet, when compared to times before.
Blood, power were the two things Klaus had always craved for.
Power—he had gotten it. He had been ruling entire planet along with his siblings since many centuries. If there were differences among them, then Klaus would have easily won in the battle with the help of his capabilities. But there was truce among the siblings. Each one will have to rule in their particular domain, no stepping in others' boundary. Thus he had got North-West domain to rule.
And blood—Klaus would always prefer a very good hunt. He had enjoyed olden days when people had protested. In those days, Klaus had a great time while forcing humans to surrender, manipulating them to do what he wanted. Now, there were no rebellions. Every human would know his name, and his name would give shivers.
Shiver. That word reminded him that he wasn't alone in the room. Wiping the corners of his lips, Klaus averted gaze at a blonde beside him. She was trembling in great fear, was swallowing her tears, but she didn't speak a word.
Locking eyes with her, Klaus compelled her to come near, and when she did she was pulled onto his lap.
Klaus always liked feeding off vein. Warm blood gives him spectacular feeling. Especially girl's blood.
Perhaps she belonged to harem, Klaus had no idea how he got her here.
Brushing her blonde hair off her shoulders, he ran nose tip across her neckline and savored that feeling. Soon his originality came out; eyes turned into bright yellow colored orbs, fangs down and dark veins appeared under his eyes.
Letting out an animalistic growl, he punctured the skin of her neck with his razor like teeth. The blonde stifled a painful moan. His arm surrounded her torso, just for some grip on his victim.
There could be no heaven than this - feeding from a human.
Yes, Klaus simply loved whenever the thick, warm fluid came in contact with the walls of his throat.
He was too lost to even register Stefan, his second in command, entering the hall. Taking long gulps he finished her off, and pushed her corpse down as if she was nothing but some dust stuck to his clothes.
Still after getting back to normal form, Klaus took deep breaths, and tilted his head in Stefan's direction callously yet questioningly.
Stefan bowed and glanced briefly at the dead girl near Klaus' feet. "My lord, our General brought news." Again Klaus wiped his mouth with silk cloth resting on the arm of his throne, and expected Stefan to continue. "We got minor differences with Western human ruler, Robillard. I was told that the head has begun to go against the original pact we made with his ancestors."
At that point Klaus slightly raised brows.
Well, someone started rebellion. This could get interesting.
"Even humans started to gather vervain, holding them all the time. And the Bennett witch-line was strongly supporting them."
Klaus nodded slowly. "What about wolves?" he asked.
Stefan shook his head as no. "They are still hiding, my lord. No traces of them."
The lord of North-West domain made a buzzing sound, as he contemplated something. "Tell me more about this leader." Klaus mumbled checking all the dead bodies in the room.
"Robillard Forbes, or people call him Bill." Stefan began holding the same politeness entire time. "He looks after Western regions of our kingdom. We had mutual understanding with his father during his reign. It seems like he doesn't like the arrangement. He is getting strong with people's support." A moment later he added. "And he has a daughter. Caroline."
Klaus stared particularly nowhere as a corner of his lips bent up. Suddenly he stood up from his throne. Stefan, by that time, got used to his hot-blooded nature. Still he was curious to know what Klaus was actually thinking.
"Would you want me to alert our men?"
Klaus quivered his index finger lightly. "That is not required, Stefan." He said in a firm tone of voice. "I personally want to pay a little visit."
But then, Stefan swore that Klaus' stormy blue eyes gleamed with predator glint.
Chirping sounds of the birds, freshness in the soil, tender breezes were the reminders of seasonal change. Klaus had almost forgotten how spring season could be. And now because of Robillard's daughter, Caroline, he tasted the sweetness once again.
He heard that the girl was quite an adventurer or else he couldn't have gotten a chance to see her. Despite the rules from her father, the girl would spend some time alone. In the fields. In the woods. Wherever she wants.
Klaus distantly heard giggles and an alluring scent. He sped in that direction, getting curious as every moment passed by.
In the middle of yellow flower field, the girl was running, chasing after one of those lambs. Her goldilocks were shining under bright sun. Klaus pressed his palm on a massive tree beside him, as he took an interested step in that direction. He, finally, got his turn to witness the blonde's features.
Even at that distance he could register the color of her eyes—bright blue. They were eager, and—and dazzling. After so many days, in fact centuries, something had Klaus' attention. Her cheeks were slightly flushed into baby pink. Sweat beads were surfacing on her pale skin because of the recent activity. It took a few more moments for Klaus to register her clothes. He expected some kind of rich silk fabric would cover her beauty, but she was in some peasant clothing.
Standing and breathing heavily, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, and then she was looking up at the clear sky. A smile on her lips involuntarily brought a wee smile to his.
There was sudden change in plan. Klaus put his hand on chest and rubbed it slowly. It would take more than one visit. For sure.
