Author's note: The story is mine, the characters are not. This is a Klaus/Katherine pairing. If this little preface gets a positive reaction, I'll delve deeper. I hope you enjoy it.
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The palatable relish of the deplorable man's blood surfeited a zeal that loitered beneath the incandescent tincture of my ghastly flesh, a phoenix thirsting for termination, the vivacity to flee from a human's timorous irises. This was contrary to my conventional self, a negligence to this feast - haste. Suppressing myself from the remainder of the world was a resilient task to accomplish, considering the essentiality of human blood to survive. I was not Stefan, a decrepit individual, his candid disposition astray within the past, years of the ripper scene veiling the monstrosity that prevailed beneath the masquerade. His insolence to the accustomed vampire was absurd, choosing to coincide with the varmint, as opposed to slaughtering for the hell of it. I was no newcomer to death, having suffered through the demise of my entire family, at the hands of a despicable savage, the first of his mutated kind - Klaus. He had so many attributes rolled into one semblance; an obdurate man incapable of experiencing any other emotion aside from hostility and vengeance.
Once upon a time, I was a mortal, residing within Bulgaria during the 1400s. Катерина Петрова, or, as excerpted, Katerina Petrova. My family had been quite prosperous, only to be shunned as a consequence to a haphazard pregnancy, the father a man whose alias I was no knowledgeable of. I was expelled from my domicile in Bulgaria and expressed off to England, an omission in itself. Whilst accommodating to this contemporary ambiance, I was heralded with a man by the pseudonym of Trevor, who possessed a thrilling enigma; immortality, in the flesh of vampirism. I was transpired upon multiple sovereigns, namely Elijah, and shortly thereafter, Klaus. My inclination of these arcane men was perilous, an assailant to my senses, and still, I coveted for more; a caress of calloused appendages, yielding fingertips as they ghosted upon my phosphorescent flesh - until, like Trevor, I became acquainted with their cipher as well.
There was a horizon of this species, some inferior, others of more significance - all apprehensive of the rudimentary family; undaggered, rather. Klaus had an entire scheme in the making, using me, the doppelganger, to rupture the curse placed upon him by his mother, a witch denominated as Esther. Though the predilection had not been reciprocated, I'd triumphed the affection of Trevor, who subsidized me in a disheveled liberation from the mentally deranged and ruthless Klaus. One thing lead to another, and soon, I was under the supervision of my creator, the woman who altered my fate forever - Rose. I had since then acquired knowledge of her death, but what had been dealt out was lawfully merited to Rose. She was insubordinate, a coward, too enamored with Damon for my liking, but regardless, a nuisance.
Ultimately, the arrangement to accompany Trevor planted me where I was today - enduring a reclusive existence, recondite from Klaus' perception. By now, I was certain that there was a designated perch upon Klaus' mantel for my head, but transgression surged throughout my arteries, a hankering for mischief. My lubricious serpent was salient, my temperament truculent, all ingredients that Klaus once fancied. He was a heinous individual that yearned for sentiment, but the only drive he would be receiving was scorn and a longing to envelope me as I absconded from his ascendency, all intents and purposes to onset him towards hysteria.