DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of Vampire Diaries characters in this story, however I own an O.C named Anna Mikaelson.

WARNING: This story is M rated for a reason. As a writer, I feel it's important to write every aspect of a person or a character, so I rated this story Mature cause I wanted to write about anything. Not only sex, but sometimes language may offend you, so please don't read this story if it's not appropriate for you to do so. And don't think skipping the scenes will help you, cause in between I write emotions, feelings, and even important conversations, so read it or leave it!

A/N: The first two chapters are full of emotions and feelings, but it won't stay "that" way in the next chapters, maybe less! It is necessary cause I want my readers to feel what my characters feel, so read it carefully and pay attention to details too!

Here We Go:

Chapter1_She Is Back

Full moon was shining outside the window pane. Klaus couldn't stop staring at it; the more he watched, the more he was stunned.

After finding out there was another oak tree in Mystic Falls, all he could do was getting drunk so he went to Mystic Grill to drown his sorrows. The place was quite empty but he was glad. He needed somewhere quiet and peaceful but he knew it wouldn't last long.

Finally he took his eyes from the moon and stared at the drink in his hand. In a matter of hours he found out his mother wanted him and his siblings dead, Elijah and Kol took off, and he was vulnerable again. If those Salvatore idiots find out about the oak tree, they won't stop until they get rid of him.

The fact that everybody wanted him dead and gone wasn't strange to Klaus. It didn't matter to him because the only person who he thought truly wanted him, betrayed him in the worst way…

He shook his head trying to clear his mind. It wasn't the best of times to think about her. Actually, he shouldn't ever think about her. But who was he kidding? After her, no girl caught his eyes. Now that he felt a connection between himself and Caroline, she helped in the plan of killing him. Fantastic!

He downed the whole drink in one breath and asked for another one. He ran his hand through his hair tiredly. The problem with vampires was they couldn't get drunk easily and he needed at least ten bottles of strong alcohol to feel slightly better.

Then there was this ticking noise. It was heels, he was sure of it but he didn't bother to look at the girl who obviously was behind him. He stubbornly stared at his new drink but a whisper crashed on him out of the blue: "Nik?"

He couldn't believe his ears but he didn't dare to turn around either. After a couple of seconds, everywhere was silent again and he thought he imagined it but he saw the way bartender was looking at someone behind him and in a second he stood up and turned around.

There she was, with all her glory, all her breath taking beauty, smiling at him…

She looked just the same, except that her hair was shorter. Her almost curly black hair that used to be his hands most favorite place to linger was shoulder length and it suited her perfectly.

Her figure hasn't changed even an inch, he was sure. Every night he would picture her with him, snuggling up to him, holding him like she never wanted him to leave her, though she was the one doing the leaving.

She was wearing black skinny jeans and gray top with a black leather jacket on it. Even her heels were screaming with pure hotness.

After he was done eying her up and down, he found the strength to stare at her face. Her angelic face, the one he used to watch whenever she was asleep. Her pretty dark eyes were staring at him, almost apologetically like they were begging for his forgiveness.

He heard his cracked voice: "Anna? Is that you?" She nodded and he could see her eyes were full of unshed tears. How could she do this? She looked so innocent, so lovely, he wanted to comfort her but he couldn't; she hurt him so bad in the past. How dared she come back to him looking so vulnerable?

She knew his weakness and she was using it against him. All he could manage to say was: "Why?" One tear rolled on her flawless cheek and it melted Klaus's un-beating heart.

She whispered: "I missed you… It's been so long…" Before Klaus could stop himself, he interrupted her: "610years to be exact…"

He mentally kicked himself for showing he still cared, that he still couldn't forget a moment they were together. She smiled weakly, knowing she shouldn't use this victory against him or he would lose it. She simply said: "Yes, and you don't know how I spent every second of it thinking about you…"

Klaus couldn't help but interrupt her again, this time with a loud laugh: "Oh, is that so? That's why you left in the first place, right?" She sighed and almost looked heart broken and hurt: "You really believed everything that your bastard of a father told you?"

How the hell she knew about that? She wasn't even around or was she? Before he could ask something, she stepped closer to him and that made him swallow hard.

Everyone thought he was a heartless jerk but only his family and this girl knew the real him. And she was there to make him feel all the things he ran from once.

Her hand was getting closer to his face, closer, closer, and it touched his jaw. He flinched automatically but didn't try to pull away. Her touch was starting something deep inside him. It was lightening the fire inside his heart, the one he tried to extinguish 60 decades ago.

"And no, it doesn't matter how I know that Nik. The only thing that matters right now is that I miss you… Please, bear with me tonight and then I'll explain everything. I need you…"

Aside from her 'I Love You's, he had a weakness for that sentence. Every time she said 'I need you, Nik' something inside of him burned with desire. It made him feel that he couldn't get enough of her and she standing there looking absolutely gorgeous didn't help the situation at all.

She stepped on her toes and it brought back brief memories of her trying to kiss him without any help like she wanted to prove she was the one in charge and she was.

He couldn't think straight; he wanted her now more than ever. He didn't care if a few people in Grill actually see him kissing a stranger but he cared about his ego enough to stop her. If he kissed her, it would mean after everything she put him through, with a simple sentence he is wrapped around her pretty little finger.

But this was Anna, his one and only true love, he couldn't stop himself, could he?

She closed her eyes and moved closer to his face, just like the first time they kissed. It was up to Klaus, if he wanted to kiss her or not, and he did want to kiss her and he didn't waste any more time.

He closed his eyes too and in a heartbeat their lips touched. The simple first couple of seconds gave Klaus butterflies although he would never admit it to anyone; certainly not to her.

His hands instinctively were wrapped around her little waist and pushed her closer to him. It made the kiss more passionate and more urgent.

He could hear her quiet moans and it pleased him so much; he desperately wanted to make her enjoy their first kiss after more than 600 years. Her hands were wandering on his arms and gently rubbed them, the way he loved it.

It was ironic how their mouths seemed to fit perfectly for one another after all those years. He felt the same old warm feeling creeping from his heart and it made his mind shut down for a while.

When he felt he was losing the game, he pulled away from her. He saw her, out of breath, with her shiny eyes, and a bit of worry in her face. He passed her by and went for the exit. He knew she'd follow him; she was never the one to back down.

Out of the Grill, when he sensed she was behind him, he turned around. He pinned her to the nearest wall; her back hit the wall hard but she didn't complain. He knew how she loved to play rough. For a second he decided to leave her there but he couldn't deal with his anger that way.

Her presence turned him on so badly that he thought what they were doing wasn't out of love. It was all because of lust but a voice in the back of his mind was telling him "who are you kidding?"

She touched his jaw again and he flinched. He realized he had her there but didn't do anything. Her heavy breathing was breaking the mysterious silence in Mystic Falls. Her eyes were darker, her hand was softer. He moved closer to her and their foreheads touched.

He couldn't understand the worry in her eyes; it was like she was afraid of him, afraid of what he was going to do next. She wasn't supposed to be afraid of him; he had to make sure he wouldn't see that worry in her eyes again.

His lips caught hers in a sweet kiss but in an instant the kiss turned to be rougher than she expected. She locked her legs around his waist and pushed herself on him. He pushed back and slammed her against the wall for the second time in that night.

She let out a quiet scream and he growled. Their tongues were moving in synch and it caused both of them to hold onto each other like it was their last time together.

She grabbed his hair and pulled it until his head moved away from hers. He stared at her, speechless and she whispered: "I rented a little room near this place. Will you join me?"

He thought about it for a second. He knew that Rebekah will be in the house so her house or room or whatever sounded better. He couldn't talk, he just nodded. She smiled, and it warmed his heart.

She was driving him crazy and she knew it. She always knew her power over him. She unlocked her legs and stood up. There was an awkward pause but she shook it off instantly; she took his hand and guided him.

After a minute he realized he shouldn't let her win his heart easily. He pulled his hand away and waited for a protest from her but nothing happened. It was like she knew what he was about to do in every step of the way and it pissed him off.

They reached the motel. Her room was in the second floor and the time they spent in silence was making him angry. She didn't even bother to make a sound.

The damn room's number was 1100, the year they met. He didn't even know if it was just a coincidence or something more.

She opened the door and turned around to see him staring at the door's number. She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled weakly. God, that woman was his end. He already knew that but seemed to be fine with the fact that she was his downfall.

He just walked in and kicked the door shut with his foot. He took her waist and made her come closer. He didn't waste any more time, he kissed her hard and she kissed him back. They started to move in the room.

In a second she was pushed against the wall and before she knew it she was on the table. He was moving her quickly so he wouldn't think about anything else but a good place to make out.

She was trying to match his speed but failed miserably. She let him take the absolute control, doing whatever he wanted with her. She just clutched her hands to his neck and his back. She was gripping him so hard it almost made him moan. Shattered memories seemed to travel in front of his eyes.

Their last time was in front of him and made him want to hurt her but he couldn't. While his mouth was busy with hers, he noticed she gave in to him completely. How could he hurt her? He heard her quiet moans and they burned his mind down.

In a flash she was lying on the bed and he was lying on top of her, their mouths never parted. His hands started to wander everywhere; her hands were on his back, holding him tightly like she wanted to make sure he wouldn't just stand up and leave but in the back of her mind she knew he wouldn't. He didn't have the strength to leave her there.

He started to sit up and moved her with him; he guided her hands around his neck and she locked them around it. He started to take her jacket off and then threw it on the floor. She moved a little and sat on his lap. Her jean-covered thighs were touching his lap.

He felt a little bit lightheaded and she used the opportunity to push him down on the bed. He knew somewhere along the way she wanted her control back.

She almost straddled him and went on kissing him hard. His hands grabbed her perfect shaped ass and pushed her toward him. She was moaning without any pause and it was making Klaus nuts.

His hands moved to her top but found their way beneath it. He was rubbing her back to make her moan again. He turned them around so he was on top. He suddenly pulled away and took her top off.

She was wearing a lacy black bra and it made his mouth water. He never saw her with a bra because she wasn't with him the time they were invented. The sexy bra was hugging her big breasts.

He attacked her neck, her special spot behind her ear and she almost screamed loudly. He smiled in her neck and continued kissing her. After a minute he started to suck her pulse point. Her soft moans were like music to his ears.

He moved a little bit further and pressed kisses on her front until he reached her breasts. Before he could do something about it she used her bossy tone: "You're still in your shirt, not good…"

Her hands reached his shirt and in a blink of an eye, the shirt flew away. He smirked as she stared at his chest and abs. She practically jumped on him and started to kiss his chest.

At first he tried to hold back his moans but when she ran one of her hands on his chest and held her messy hair with another one and continued kissing his abs, he gave in. He could feel her smile on his chest.

She reached for his belt and opened his jeans buttons. She stopped moving and for the first time he saw her smirk. He pushed his jeans down and just threw them on the floor. He was in his boxers. He noticed she was looking at his boxers in a strange way like she never saw one.

It confused him for a moment but when she started moving to him like a kitten, he forgot all about it. He just got her waist and before she could even blink her jeans were thrown near the door. She caught him staring at her matching panties with lust and she was still in her black high heel ankle boots.

She giggled for a second and it got him chuckling quietly. She just looked so sexy. He hovered over her and stared at her eyes. It seemed like the time was frozen. She stared back but something was different about her eyes. Something he couldn't quite understand.

Her legs moved and locked around his waist and pushed him closer. She wanted to make him hornier like he wasn't horny as hell already.

He was always like this. He could never get enough of her. She meant the absolute perfection until she left him to be with some other guy. The thought of her with someone else made his blood boil and he pulled himself away from her and he could swear he saw the fear in her eyes.

He ripped her bra apart and it excited her. Well, she always loved it rough. The useless bra was thrown on the floor in an instant and Klaus almost gulped at the view in front of him. He bent over and stared at her breasts closer.

Her chest was moving up and down and her breathy moans with the anxiety that filled the room almost made him forget his own name.

There was this need he felt. The need to make her enjoy it although the only thing he wanted before was to make her feel the pain he felt over 600 years ago but his wolf inside missed his mate so bad and now there she was. She wanted him, she needed him. All those emotions were too much for him to handle so he did the only easy thing in the moment.

He gave up.

His tongue licked her hard nipple and looked at her face. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. He ran his tongue over the erect nipple for a couple of times and then opened his mouth and took the soft flesh in. He kissed the nipple and started sucking on it.

Her hand moved to his bare shoulder and started rubbing it. He bit the nipple gently and she let out a quiet scream. He moved to the other nipple and started to suck it. She clutched his shoulder harder when he bit the second nipple.

He kissed his way down. He waited long enough on her stomach and licked her lower stomach. He reached her panties and smelled it. He felt her arousal and it was making him dizzy.

He wasn't really obsessed with sex, only with her. All these years he had a couple of lovers or a million _he wasn't sure_ but no one filled her spot, no one did the right thing, no one moaned the time he wanted to hear it.

No one told him they loved him between their screams, no one stared in his eyes while he was pulling out of them and finally no one was alive to make it to the morning after he always had with her.

He pulled the panties down gently and she lifted her long legs to help him out. He kissed her right thigh and moved down. He wanted to make her beg for it. He kissed all the way down to her ankle and then started kissing the other thigh.

He opened her legs just to see her reaction. She breathed and bit her lips. He moved closer but went for her inner thigh at the last moment.

She let out an angry noise and it made him laugh quietly though she heard it. He licked her inner thigh and he had to grab the thigh to stop it from shaking. He kissed all the spots near her pussy but never went closer than that.

He did the exact thing with another inner thigh. She was wet and he had a hard time just not to dive in her pool of juices. She knew he was teasing her and she let out: "please…" And that was all it took. He was waiting for that one.

He opened her legs a little more and moved his head near her sensitive spot. A long lick on her center and she moaned "Nik…"

Hearing his name like that, made him go crazy. He plunged his tongue in her pussy and tasted her sweet juices. She was moaning non-stop. He started licking her again.

He knew she was close to her release. He started licking like the wolf he was. She started shaking and he didn't stop there. He knew he was driving her crazy and he was fucking enjoying it.

Tasting her after all those years was something he wouldn't ever forget. Her moans became louder and it took only ten seconds for her to scream his name while coming: "NIK!" He didn't stop after she had her orgasm.

He sucked her clitoris to make her enjoy her aftershocks. She was still shaking and had her hand on the back of his head, pushing his head deeper.

He went on until he knew it was enough. She was lying breathless with her eyes closed, probably still in heaven. He waited there, slowly breathing until she opened her eyes.

She stared at him and he saw a need in her eyes that he had never seen before. It was like she was doing it for the first time with him which well, wasn't true.

He pushed his crazy thoughts aside and focused on her body. She ran her hands on her thighs seductively, why you may ask, to turn him on? He was already turned on as much as possible. He didn't even need her to suck him, he was hard as metal.

He took his boxers off and she stared at his dick in surprise. She moved closer to him and raised her hand to touch him but he took her arm and made her lay down on the bed again. She didn't protest at all.

Klaus took both of her thighs and held them higher than bed. She was breathing quickly. Her little whimpers reminded him of the first time they made love, and the one after that, and the one after that, until now.

In front of him was the only woman he ever wanted; writhing and moaning. He had dreamt about this night since the day she left him.

His hard dick was in front of her dripping wet pussy, ready and anxious for him to enter her. He moved it closer; she was moving her body closer to him. Those kinds of teases were the only things remained for him to torture her with. She begged him again: "Nik, please… I need you…"

Damn that woman! Damn everything about her!

He pushed it inside, hard and deep and she screamed loudly. The intense pleasure clouded both of their minds. He stayed there for a moment because she seemed tighter than he remembered, and he remembered everything.

After he was sure she wouldn't get hurt _He honestly felt pathetic thinking about it_ he started thrusting into her. Her eyes were closed again and Klaus was using all his energy.

His thrusts were impatient, hard, deep, the way she loved it. She was moaning like crazy but she was murmuring anything except his name. He pushed his dick harder and it made her jump a little from her place.

He heard his own needy voice: "Say my name, Anna…" She kept on moaning. He knew her orgasm was close. He kept on steady but suddenly stopped.

She almost kicked him with her legs. He thrust into her hard and deep and asked again: "Say my name, say my bloody name..." She let out a little laugh of joy and shook her head. She wanted to tease him and he knew how to return the favor.

He moved her thighs higher and pushed them closer to each other, this way her pussy seemed tighter than usual and it would hurt her a little bit. He started fucking her hard and next thing he knew, she was screaming his name: "Nik…. Oh Nik, fuck me… Fuck!"

He was enjoying it, it actually made him happy. How fucking pathetic was that?

She was so close that she clutched the sheets around her. He felt her juices running down his dick and then running down her own thighs. She came hard, screaming his name: "Nik…. Don't stop, don't you fucking stop now!"

He was stunned, she was horny as hell. It was like… like she hadn't had sex in a decade or so. He kept on thrusting and her aftershocks left her speechless. She made those little noises that drove him crazy. He pulled out of her with a growl.

She shut her eyes but she didn't know in a minute her back would hit the wall. He had her pinned to the wall with his super speed, her back hit the wall hard and it made her open her eyes.

Only a stare in her eyes and she had her arms around his neck. She kissed him hard on his lips and he answered her affection by opening his mouth for her tongue to enter. He locked her legs around his waist and pushed his dick back inside.

The heat of him inside of her made her stop kissing him and let out a cry of pure pleasure. She held him so tight that he thought if he wasn't a freaking hybrid, she'd break his neck. After a couple of seconds she started kissing him again and he started to move inside her.

With every thrust her back hit the wall harder than the last time and it made their kiss more passionate. She had her arms all over his back and he had his hands on the wall, each one beside her body. She moaned in his mouth and made him thrust harder.

Harder and harder, it was all he could think about. She wanted to pull back but he didn't let her. She straddled him more and it made him hit a certain spot. He was hitting her G-spot over and over again. She bit his tongue so she could pull away.

He didn't stop and while he was sure she was coming, she bit him right on the shoulder. She bit him and came at the same time. She started sucking his blood, it was making him crazy. He moaned without any control. She was sucking the bloody spot clean.

He stopped thrusting and looked around the room. Suddenly he saw the little table they made out while she was on it. With her hands wrapped around his neck, he sped towards the table and put her on it. She smirked and got on all fours.

"Fuck!" He thought while looking at her visible pussy, open and ready for him. He was about to give her, her fourth orgasm for that night. He pushed it deep and waited. She pushed herself towards him but he didn't move. He grabbed her hanging breasts and pinched their nipples.

She let out a half scream and then he started fucking her like a little bitch she was. He fucked her mindless, he couldn't even hear her screams. For a second he wondered if the people in the next room would come at their door but they never showed up.

She was screaming loudly and it was just making him go faster. He couldn't even see his dick going in and out of her pussy. She screamed: "Fuck, yeah fuck me Nik… Fuck me like I'm your dirty little whore…"

She always loved talking dirty or pretending to be a whore or something filthy. It always turned them on so bad. He never knew she would turn into a real one when she ran off with someone else.

All the anger came back and he started fucking her just like he would fuck a prostitute. He slapped her ass cheeks hard, they turned red. She moaned, screamed, scratched the table but he didn't stop. She reached her limit and then in a second she came again.

She lied numbly on the table and let him fuck her brains out. It only took Klaus two more minutes. With all those emotions and pressures he was surprised he hadn't come already.

He came hard into her pussy, it burned her. She moaned his name quietly and then he collapsed on top of her back. The night was over, for now…

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