A/N: Thank you to, klaorine1920, for reminding that I promised a story of Klaus and Buffy. It jump started my memory and I thank you. This story takes place, 2007 London. So without further ado, I hope you enjoy this first chapter.
Buffy walked into a bar in downtown London. She shrugged off her duster and walked up to a booth where she took her seat.
"Buffy, not surprised to see you tonight." The bar tender said, living in London, Buffy had managed to be able to pick up what people were saying through their thick accents. She rolled her eyes,
"Bottle of tequila," she said. She placed the money on the table and we he brought over the bottle she practically ripped it out of his hand. "Don't bother with the glass." She pushed more money at him, "keep 'em coming." She said.
She twisted off the top and took a long pull. The burning sensation in her throat was welcomed as the harsh liquid warmed her stomach. Half way through the bottle she stopped. He eyes falling to her knees.
Never in a Million years would Buffy had thought she'd become an alcoholic. Nor did she ever think it would be been over Spike. Never the less after he had died Buffy felt empty. She knew he was alive now, yet he never came back to her.
"It's out of respect to you," he told her. Her immediate response,
"Cant you just believe that I actually love you?" She cried to him as he turned to walk away, he spun around and kissed her.
"I do, but you have been wrapped up in vampire business since you were fifteen. It's time you do human things. With human people." He said to her, with that he walked away.
Ever since then Buffy had become bitter. She didn't seem to notice it until her close friends and family pointed it out to her. The one unexpected love of her life told her they couldn't be together, because he wanted her to have a normal life. She scoffed just thinking about it. She hadn't lived a normal life, she grew up in a house hold where her parents constantly fought. She was called at fifteen, watched her first watcher get killed. Then she moved to Sunnydale where the watchers counsel was waiting for her.
Her existence wasn't normal. She took another pull from the bottle and decided that Buffy Anne Summers was done with love.
"Scotch," an accented voice said at the bar. She turned to see a man. Not just any man, he was stunning. Piercing blue eyes, blond curls, and dimples. He was the whole nine yards. He spotted Buffy and he smirked.
"Nope," she said getting up an moving away. He laughed,
"Come now, love, don't be shy." He said, Buffy just shook her head.
"I was this close to swearing off men for the rest of my life." She held up her hand and showed him.
"Well it's a good thing I arrived." Buffy groaned internally, 'damn it. What is it with sexy Birtish guys and their arrogance?' She thought to herself, she sighed and sat back down. "You got a name?" She asked,
"Nik," he said.
"Nice to meet you I'm Buffy," she shook his hand. "What brings you to this..." She looked around at the bar. It wasn't anything upscale but it wasn't terrible either. "Bar... or pub or whatever the hell British people call it?" He laughed, 'this one has fire.' He thought to himself.
"I was looking to get a drink at the pub down the street from my house." He said,
"I'm sorry, that came out kind of mean." She said, she took another sip from the bottle. She made a face, "tequila tastes so much better when you are trying to drown your sorrows." She said, he laughed.
"What's a pretty girl liked yourself drowning her sorrows for?"
"I just told you. I was about to swear off men for the rest of my life."
"How could anyone ever hurt you?" He asked, his eyes flickered. 'Damn, someone knows how to flirt.'
"Well, I confessed my love to someone. I thought they died, then they turn back up and told me they believed me but wanted me to be in a..." She didn't want to say human, "healthy relationship." She said with a dramatic roll of her eyes. She drained the bottle. The bartender came and gave her another one.
"Well that's a shame." He had a selfish grin on his face. "Well, in honor of drowning your sorrows." He pulled out a wad of cash and ordered four bottles of bourbon.
"Prying a girl with alcohol is an old trick my friend." Buffy said with a laugh, 'a trick I probably invented,' Klaus thought.
"Come now love, take a chance. I promise, I won't bite."
"You better not, I kill things that bite," she said with a laugh. Klaus eyed her, hoping for her sake she was joking. He ripped the bottle away from and drank half before giving it back. She smiled at him, she chugged the rest of hers before she placed the bottle on the table. He handed her a bottle of bourbon and they both began to drink.
They finished off more bottles as Klaus ordered more. Buffy finally tapped her hand on the table.
"No more drinks," she begged, Klaus laughed. He hadn't been drunk since turn of the century New Orleans.
"I must agree with you on that one." He said with a drunken laugh.
"Did you drive?" She asked, he shook his head. "Good, no one needs to die from drunk driving," Buffy slurred. She was glad that she met, well a normal person. Someone who seemed well rounded, head on their shoulders. So what if she was drunk, that didn't mean she had lost her ability to read people. It may be slightly off because of the alcohol but she was damn sure about this.
"Why don't we take this little party back to my apartment." Buffy normally would have said no, yet she knew that nagging voice in the back of her mind that sounded a bit to much like her mother. 'Sorry mom,' she thought before ignoring that part of her brain. Her sober brain was sending all kind's of warnings, she could tell that her Slayer senses were on overdrive. She looked around before she took a deep breath, calming her nerves.
"Sure," she said. They both stumbled out of the bar.
"I don't think I have ever seen someone hold their alcohol so well." Klaus informed her, she let go of a laugh.
"Years of practice," she slurred. He wasn't lying when she said it was only up the street. The apartment building was gorgeous. They ended up in the elevator going up to the top floor. When the door opened to reveal the apartment she stopped dead. She already expected it to be big, but not the size of her house back in Sunnydale. The floors were marble, and everything was accented with gold.
"Whoa!" Buffy exclaimed, Klaus smirked.
"Would you care for another drink?" He asked slurring his words. Buffy broke down into fits of laughter.
"Mmmmm... Absinthe." Buffy declared, Klaus went wide eyed for a moment before walking over to the drink cart. He grabbed two bottles.
"This stuff can make hallucinate," he warned, Buffy just shrugged and opened hers, she chugged it. She made a face and began to heave but nothing came out.
"I am so sorry," she said. Her eyes fluttered shut for a couple seconds. She then opened them and began to giggle. Klaus had never seen a human handle this much alcohol.
"I've got admit love, I'm surprised you haven't passed out." Klaus admitted, Buffy just shrugged,
"We need to do something fun!" Buffy exclaimed, she walked over the record player. She looked the records and smiled when she found Pink Floyd. She put on "The Wall," Klaus drained his bottle. He grabbed Buffy and pulled her to him. They began to dance to the music around the living room.
Buffy decided to show off a little. She took a running jump and did two front flips before landing very unsteady on her feet.
"Never trying that again. I literally just felt like everything was in slow motion." She then paused, "there is quick sand on the fucking floor!" She screamed, she began to scream and sink to the ground like it was engulfing her body. Klaus let out a loud bark of laughter and fell to the ground clutching his side's.
"I'm sorry me dying is am amusing you!" Her screaming voice trailed off as if the imaginary quick sand had engulfed her. Klaus pulled her off the floor. "You saved my life." She gave him a hug. "Thank you!" She cried drunkenly into his chest.
"Kiss her!" A voice screamed, Klaus focused a glare at above anything in the room. A lamp,
"No one asked for your opinion," Klaus growled.
"Leave the lamp alone, it didn't anything."
"Bitch!" It screamed, Buffy threw her shoe at it.
"It needs to die!" She yelled, half way through the both of them trying to destroy the lamp Buffy sunk to the ground crying. "My mom died from a brain aneurysm, and then you go and make cracks about brain tumours?" She asked, Klaus had wandered off to a painting of a go and began speaking to it.
"Your mother was a horrible person." The lamp told her,
"No!" Buffy sobbed, "she was an amazing woman." She cried,
"I... I'm sorry. My wife just left me." The lamp said,
"You're a boy lamp?" Buffy asked with a sniffle.
"Yes, I am Chadwick." The lamp said,
"I'm Buffy," she told the lamp. "Who is your wife?" She heard him sigh,
"The table lamp across the room." Buffy could've sworn it nodded. "She left me for a toaster. His name is Crumb!"
"I'm sorry, Chadwick!" Buffy cried with it, she walked drunkenly over to the lamp and sat down. She pulled the lamp into a hug. "I'm sorry, Chadwick." This went on for an hour before Buffy returned to a normal drunken state. Apparently at some point, Klaus decided the painting didn't need to be alive and had ripped it in half.
"I just spent an hour hugging a lamp. Who's name is Chadwick," she slurred. She began to laugh. Klaus helped Buffy to her feet. She stumbled and she crashed against his chest. They both leaned in, when their lips met, lust coursed through their veins. Klaus kicked off his shoes and socks before her sat backwards on the couch, pulling Buffy on top of him.
Buffy straddle his hips and moved her mouth to his ear. She nibbled lightly on his earlobe. She pulled back with it still between her teeth. Klaus groaned as she slipped a hand between them, rubbing his length through his jeans. She got off his lap and sank to her knees. On the floor she undid the clasp of his belt. She undid the button, she looked up at him hauntingly as she slowly unzipped his fly.
She pulled his pants and boxers down and his length stood free. She smiled before she took him in her hands. She cupped his balls and moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft, emitting low growls from deep in his chest. She closed her mouth over him and began to moved her head up and down. She took in his entire length. He groaned as she moved her head back up, beginning to tease the head with her tongue.
He was lost in the moment, not caring that he found his release. She didn't move her mouth away until he was done. She released him, Klaus growled he ripped the clothing from her body. Klaus picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, which thank The Powers for both of them was merely steps from the living room. He laid her on the bed and moved between her legs.
He moved a finger inside of her, causing her to gasp. He was barely able to fit two. He began moving them in and out slowly. He descended on her with his tongue, flicking her clit as he increased the speed her was moving his fingers.
"Nik," she moaned. Just hearing her moan his name caused him to harden again. He moved and twitched his fingers inside of her just right and she came undone. He repeated this process for twenty minutes. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Each orgasm as powerful as the last.
"I want you inside of me." She said,
"Beg for me," he practically growled,
"Please, I want you inside of me!" She said with need, Klaus plunged into her. She gasped as he filled her completely. He set a steady rhythm, slipping in and out of her. She worked her walls around him, Klaus had never felt anything like it. He began to increase his speed. Gradually building up more friction.
"Nik!" She screamed as another orgasm tore through her body, she was twitching in pleasure. He began to move faster, her walls becoming more wet by the second. With one last thrust he plunged deep inside her, spilling his seed. This went on for hours.
Buffy opened her eyes and stretched. She then realized she was still in her lovers embrace. The first thing she immediately realized that he was cold to the touch. Then she got a better look in her face. It was Klaus Mikaelson,
"Oh shit!" She screamed, she wiggled out of his arms. She used her speed and had her clothes on before he even opened his eyes.
"Well, unexpected turn of events. I didn't know you were a vampire." Klaus said, she rolled her eyes.
"You are the one who is a thousand years old. Take good whiff, tell me what my blood smells like." She said,
"Slayer," he rushed her and she stepped out of the way following through with a punch. He went sprawling backwards.
"You are no average Slayer." Klaus growled,
"Does the name Buffy Summers mean anything to you?" She asked, his eyes widened.
"You're her. I should've made the connection last night. But I was drunk, and we were a bit preoccupied." He said with a smirk, "it's too bad I'm going to have to kill you." Buffy flipped him off,
"You can try. Let's just say... I'm as immortal as you are." Klaus lazily pulled on his clothes,
"I doubt that, love." He said, he rushed her, landing a punch to her face, she didn't even move. She spun around and backhanded him before her foot connected with his stomach. He growled and hit her as hard as he could, she went strait through the bedroom door.
She kicked up, landing back on her feet. She moved as fast as she could and snapped his arm before she could register what was happening he sunk his fangs into her neck. It was strange though, it was almost erotic in a way. She elbowed him, ignoring the part of her brain screaming to let him feed from her. She rushed out, she ran as fast as she could, not caring if people saw the blur that moved down the sidewalk. She moved past her apartment and to the London headquarters.
Vi screamed when Buffy stopped in front of her.
"Buffy, are you okay?" Vi asked,
"No, no I'm not." Buffy said, "not in the slightest." The wound had closed but there was a good amount of dried blood.
"What happened?" Vi asked,
"Niklaus Mikaelson."
"What!?" She cried, "wait you are still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, you..." Vi put it together, "oh..."
"Yeah, oh." Buffy said, she walked into her office and sat down. "I need you to get Giles," she told Vi. She nodded and left, she returned a couple minutes later with Giles.
"Good Lord Buffy, are you okay?" He asked when he saw the blood on her neck. He took the seat across from her.
"Thank you, Vi. Please shut the door." Buffy said, Vi did so. "We have a huge problem." She said,
"What happened?" He asked,
"I met Klaus Mikaelson. I will save you the details that will make you wanna clean your glasses. But he bit me and he's pissed."
"Oh dear lord." Giles said, he took off his glasses as if on cue and began cleaning them. "You slept with the original hybrid. How could you have not known?"
"A lot of alcohol." Buffy said, her head hung in shame.
"Buffy," Giles began.
"I know, I'm stupid. But Giles he's hot!" Buffy exclaimed, he made clucking noise. "Wow you are really angry." She said,
"Yes Buffy, to say the least I am upset. But if he is after you. He will not stop." Giles stood up and began to pace, "he will not stop until you are dead."
"Did you forget the whole I am immortal thing?" She asked,
"Be that as it may, when he finds out he can't physically kill you he will target everyone close to you. Do you remember what happened to Katherine Pierce?"
"Shh. I never want to hear that name. Not after Dawn's little obsession." She told him, "wait... You, Willow, Xander, Faith... You are all safe... So that means," she snatched the phone off her desk and dialed Dawn's number.
"Hi Buffy," Dawn said picking up.
"You need to come back to London." Buffy said, urgency riddled her voice.
"Why?" Dawn then gasped,
"It's a bit late for that love." The line went dead.
A/N: I say again I promised this. I don't know how long this fic is going to be. I promise I am going to start trying to update my other fics. Let me know what you think of this.