First Page of Their Story.
New York – February 17th 1925
This was his 20th visit to the Diamond Lounge
It wasn't the illegal drinking or gambling that interested him, it was Jeanette Lola Willis.
She was a true beauty no women in the room, compared to her.
Long golden hair curled to perfection, warm vibrant brown eyes, surrounded by long lashes, warm skin and a voice that melted the coldest of hearts, that's who she was, not that she would even notice him as she walked out onto the stage, the lights of dimming down with just the spotlight on her and her voice filled the air.
Love, what metal are you made of?
You must be from some scheming star
Love, you're wicked and heavenly
You set me free
He moved from his seat and closer to the stage just to hear her sing, she belonged on a stage it was in her eyes.
He was annoyed by her pull, who was she just another human, he could easily seduce her and do with her what he wished but he didn't.
Instead he watched her from the shadows as she made her way home back to her loveless marriage back to the husband that beat her but yet she kept going back.
While he would never do anything to her, he would gladly take a bite of his jugular and leave him for death.
March 19th 1926.
'I'm sorry, Love I'll get dinner on the table right away'.
He could hear her say as she ran around there small kitchen, preparing a meal for her unworthy husband, who had returned from some bar stinking to high hell of whiskey.
Demanding that she fed him, why did she put up with it he wonder, what kind of control did this man have over her, that she wouldn't just leave him.
'What is taking so long?'.
He heard him slam down his glass and storm into the kitchen, he watched as he raised his hand to her face and struck her sending her falling to the floor but something about this was different, he seemed more agitated than he had done on previous nights.
As he pulled her up by her hair and shoved her back against the kitchen counter, the sharp corner digging into her back making her wince in pain.
'Do you think any other man, would take this crap?'.
'I'm sorry, I lost track of time'.
She sobbed.
'Why was that spending to much time selling this body of yours at that club, if you love showing your body of why not show me'.
He demanded as he held a piece of her dress in his hands and tore it away from her skin
'Stop'.
She pleaded but he just hit her again as he tore at more and more fabric of her dress, leaving her almost nude.
He wanted to intervene but he couldn't get into her home without a invite so he had to watch.
'Your body is mine'.
He yelled at her as he tried to pull her out of the kitchen and into the bedroom,, but at that moment as she looked out into the darkness right to where he was something changed and she looked back at the husband she had doted on and loved with all her heart with a darkness in her eyes as she resisted his pull.
'NO'.
She screamed pulling her arm back from and he turned to face her anger written all over his face as he towered over her.
'What did you say to me'.
'My body isn't yours or anyone else it's mine'.
'We'll just see about that'.
He lunged at her and she picked up the closet thing to her and struck him with it before dropping it on the floor and looking down at the his lifeless body.
Her hands where shaking and she struggled for breath, as she looked down at her hands covered in his blood and then he watched as she picked up the same knife she had used on the lifeless body on the floor and then plunged it into her own stomach.
Present Day – North Carolina
Mystic Falls was a lifetime ago, he was now on the search for something else now that the doppelgänger had been killed and he acquired Stefan Salvatore.
They had been travelling up and down the east coast and where now in North Carolina.
They had been told that a few lines of werewolves lived in the area and that was he was looking for but something lured him into the club that evening a voice, that he had heard a long time before a voice that he had watched fade away.
It wasn't possible for him to hear that same voice again.
I dreamed of a devil last night
He tempted me with a wicked tongue and a rough hand
Said it's alright honey it's alright
you can leave that man
When I woke my head was spinning
As I recall all of the things he said
Made me feel less of a woman
Making me feel like a whore instead
'Do you know her?'.
Stefan asked looking at the women on stage, she couldn't have been much older than 21.
'I'm not sure'.
He tapped a girl on the shoulder and she looked at him.
'Yes'.
'I'm sorry bother you but who is that on stage'.
'Haley James Scott'.
He looked back to the stage, there was no way that she was anything but human, he could hear her heartbeat.
He didn't need the distraction right now he was already working on creating hybrids but he needed to know about Haley James Scott.
Please Review, this is a story idea I've been thinking about for a while and have finally decided to go ahead with it.
This story will revolve a lot around Klaus and Haley but will include many Vampire Diaries characters.
Let me know what you think of the idea of Klaus/Haley.
Thank you.