So I've started a new story from Vampire Diaries starring Klaus and my OC, Dobrava who for short is called Debbie. The story is about those two and probably will be a short story, just couple of chapters. Any thoughts on this one are more than welcome and I'd be happy to read them!

You could imagine her face the moment she learnt he was on the same continent as her. Hell! In the same country. She hasn't seen him for two centuries and now, suddenly, he appeared in Italy, digging some old grave. Although, it was her leaving him in New Orleans after a good sex, she wanted to see him. Even for a couple of minutes. Even without saying anything, because, in her opinion, there was not much to say after all these years. She was not feeling sorry. He did not look for her. End.

But when she saw him talking to one of the human workers next to that old church, she could not help but give a small smile. After all, he was her maker. And he cared for her for so long.

'Hello Dobrava.' His voice was soft and warm. Just like she remembered him the last time. She felt his breath on her ear but decided not to move, she just closed her eyes feeling happiness growing in her heart.

'No greetings? That's not really nice of you…' he twirled her around holding her now by her arms.

'Niklaus! Long time no see!' She laughed and hugged him tightly. He responded the same, good, he was not mad at her any more. At least that was what she thought of him.

'So, how it could have happened that after that time you meet me here, love? I've heard you were visiting your birthplace… Was it Russia or Poland?' he chuckled. Well, if he was angry with her, he definitely was not showing it at all. She took a step back.

'I was. I've just recently came to Italy to have some vacation and heard some snoopy guy with British accent has been excavating the ruins in Brienno.' Her blond hair was moving gently when the wind blew stronger. 'I thought to check it out. I know what this church meant to your sister, wouldn't like to let someone destroy her precious memories, would I?'

She looked gorgeous in the warm Italian sun, the sunrays were playing colors with her hair and blue eyes. The white short dress she wore with black jacket and boots looked pure but with a twist. She knew what to wear to make herself look beautiful, especially in his eyes.

He took a step further and swung her just to pin her to the church's wall. Just in a second, his face expression showed anger and hate.

'Alright, skip the chit chat. What do you want with me? You ran away like a scared cat from me 178 years ago and now you want me to believe you've missed me?' his voice was hoarsely. She knew what he can be when he is pissed off. Nevertheless, she was still smiling even though he was hurting her.

'Oh, I've missed you, dear. And you know it, only you know it, don't you?' he has loosen his grip. 'I've got bored with my vacation and decided to see if there's anything interesting going on. Especially, knowing it's you and that you've came here from the States. It cannot be something unimportant, can't it?'

When he took a step back, watching her closely she encountered him swiftly and touched his cheek with her hand. She never fully understood what is the thing between them, was it a sire bond? Yet, she did not feel the same for her vampires, the ones she made.

'Sir? We think we found the tomb.' One of the workers interrupted them. He looked at him annoyed but nodded and went with him. She followed.

'The tomb? Wait, you were digging out Alexander's tomb? What could you possibly want from it?'

Klaus stopped and turned to her with a slightly angry face.

'That has nothing to do with you so if you could just leave already… I would be much obliged.'

'Nah, I think I will stick around for now.' She smiled twistedly and when he gave a loud sigh she followed him to the excavation point. The workers just took the tomb up, they were about to open it.

There was not much to be seen inside, some rags and bones. But when Klaus took from beneath what was left from Alexander a long sword she knew what was it about. He looked at it with fascination and definitely with a twisted plan of his. She could not omit this occasion to have some fun.

'I've got what I was looking for. Now I can leave back to States.' He took the sword and rushed to the car. She stood with her hands crossed on her chest. Klaus turned around.

'Are you coming, love?'

All the trip in plane they did not talk. Klaus was pretending he was sleeping and Debbie was reading a book, some historic novel. They were sitting opposite themselves, so she could take glimpse of him. He did not believe her when she said she missed him, but it was truth. When she was visiting her home village, the village she was taken from as a 17-year-old girl, the place where her family either was killed or taken with her into yasir, which was slavery done by Turks, she remembered their talk.
It took some time after they have met and he turned her into vampire, they were in France together with Rebekah, Elijah and Kol. Klaus asked her if she will belong to him forever. She laughed and said that would be only granted by gods when they will be married. She was much more naïve back then, a simple girl from a Slavic village, who has never loved before and never has been loved.
The funny thing was, she never decided to take him back to that village. She never wanted to come back there again, yet she went there couple of weeks ago to see there was no village anymore. Pastures covered the place she lived with her parent and sisters. The old orchard was not there, the well where she was meeting with friends was nowhere to see. Gone.

Was their love gone as well?

'Dobrava! It's so good to see a friendly face!' Rebekah rushed to welcome her with open arms.

'Bekah! Finally! The connection in Poland was terrible last time, I've barely heard you.'

Klaus looked at them more annoyed that ever with a lot of disbelief.

'You talked with her all the time and didn't tell me? No wonder I've been daggering you so often.' He mumbled the last one to himself. Rebekah was still angry with him for using her all the time.

'Obviously, Debbie is my best friend and my sister-in-law. She's more a family to me than you ever been, Niklaus.' Stefan and Damon were silently listening to the whole conversation, they wanted to get the sword from Klaus to get the map to cure Elena from vampirism. But one part of what Rebekah said caught Damon's attention.

'Wait, she's your sister-in-law?' he shook his head with disbelief. 'But it would mean…'

'That I'm Niklaus' wife? You're damn right, Damon, is it correct?' Debbie laughed at his comment. It was always amusing her how people react to the fact that somebody like Klaus could have a wife. Heck! Be in love! She could tell her husband rolled his eyes in annoyance.

'And you must be Stefan, Damon's brother.' She said that in cold voice. 180 degrees different than when talking to Damon. 'I've heard a lot about you from Bekah.'

Rebekah seeing tension in her friend decided to clear the atmosphere by taking her to another room for a girl talk. She did not know what was it about, but she knew Debbie could swing her mood from a happy hippie to a killer monster almost as vicious as her brother. They were always a match.

When Debbie left them in New Orleans without any note Rebekah was almost as devastated as Klaus was. But after couple of months, she sent her first letter from Europe explaining why she had to go. She was not happy about her decision but knew her sister-on-law well to know, that when she plan on something she would always go that path. She would have to change her decision by herself, no one could make her do this. She and Niklaus had a lot in common, after all.