Contain Me
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Abandonment. It was something I had grown accustomed to in all my centuries of immortality. My cursed existence has been plagued from the moment "mother dearest" turned me and my siblings into the monsters that we were. My brother and sister have stayed by my side no matter how wretchedly I have treated them. Family has always been important to me, and yet, I cannot help but feel that my desire to possess the family portrait I had always envisioned has done nothing but hinder me from achieving precisely that. In the eyes of not only my siblings, but to all, I am simply a monster; incapable of forgiveness, incapable of placing the man in front of the beast.
If a villain was all I was ever to be, then a villain was the part I had decided to play. Reclaiming my fallen city was a challenge at first, but Marcellus eventually fell into line and knew his rightful place. I am King of New Orleans, king of all vampires, and Alpha of all werewolves. Power was not something that was thrust upon me, it was earned. Although, I do admit my selfish ways, my soul is not entirely abominable. There is yet hope for a sinner like me. I have an immortal lifetime to spend undoing the damage. Now that the French Quarter faces threats every corner, my priorities have shifted.
"I didn't think I'd ever find you in a place like this." Davina Claire stood by the entrance of the church that was bathed in candlelight.
Klaus was sitting in a middle pew, looking as if he were in silent prayer. He had heard her approaching, but had decided to stay still. The young witch's boots clicked behind her as she walked up the altar.
A year had gone by since he had made her acquaintance, and although the former foes had passionately hated each other for the longest while, the line between love and hate was very thin. Klaus had saved her life last night, and his selfless act alone was a complete game changer when it came to Davina's hidden feelings for the Hybrid. There had always been a fiery passion they were both guilty of denying.
What a difference a year had made. Not only did Davina look more like a young, desirable woman, but she had matured from being that frightened little girl in the attic. Living with Cami was the best decision above all other offers that were made to her. She didn't want to live with the notorious Mikaelson family, and she didn't want to impose on Marcel's life and stay with him. Cami was like an older sister to her, and so, staying with her was beneficial for both of them.
"Elijah told me you would be here." Davina sat down next to Klaus, feeling the air shift between them, and it was all because of his presence.
"What do you want from me, love?" He asked in a low, husky voice. Klaus sounded tired, and his face only betrayed his feelings inside; exhaustion and cloaked confusion. He didn't want to admit to himself that he held a torch for the young witch.
"I never got the chance to thank you … for saving my life last night."
"No thanks are necessary," he said while staring straight ahead. "Consider us even now."
Davina anxiously bit her lip. She didn't just want to get up out of there and go back to pretending to hate Klaus. She had dared to hope that he would have taken her desire to find him as a sign that she wanted him. "Do you often do your deep thinking inside church walls?"
Those turquoise eyes finally fixed their gaze on her. "I live inside my head 24/7, Davina. You can't imagine what that is like for a man like me—sorry—blood sucking hybrid. I forgot that I don't quite qualify as a man in your eyes."
A perpetual frown wrinkled her forehead. "Why do you have to act like a dick when I'm just trying to be polite!"
His grin was sardonic. "Well, you've shown your bloody gratitude. Now, do me the kindness of escorting yourself far, far away from me, little girl."
Her bottom lip trembled as she stood up and turned around. But as soon as she did, she spun her body right back. "You don't get to tell me what to do—and I'm not a little girl!"
His eyes cascaded down her desirably body. Davina was wearing a knee length, white dress and black ankle boots with a denim jacket. That jacket immediately came flying off her as soon as she sat astride his lap, took his face in her hands and kissed him hard.
It was all animal instincts now. Her slender fingers reached for his belt, unfastening it so that she could quickly pull out his throbbing shaft. He felt large in her hand, pulsing, and achingly ready for entry as she stroked and teased him.
Klaus groaned against her lips, tugging her dress down her shoulders so that her white bra was visible. He momentarily broke their kiss, massaged her breasts out of their garment, and sucked on her hardened peaks. Davina's deep blue eyes were drenched in lust and heat. She gasped when she felt him enter, slowly penetrating her until he was completely inside.
She never took her eyes off his while she breathlessly began to ride him slow, but deep.
Klaus kissed her passionately, tracing her hourglass figure and tugging at her dress whenever he was close to release. He cursed under his breath the faster she sped up. What they were doing in such a holy place was sacrilegious, but neither of them cared. The church could have been burning down and they still would have been fucking each other's brains out.
The sounds of their pleasurable moans echoed louder. Davina hung her head back, holding onto the Klaus's shirt collar for support as he moved her hips back and forth.
The Hybrid suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he was no longer in a church, but chained up inside a torch lit dungeon. His wrists were bound to the granite wall behind him and blood was running down his nostrils and ears.
Esther paced around her son, smiling in the most sinister way.
"You wretched, vile woman!" Klaus bellowed in anger. "Release me, you bloody witch!"
"Now I know who holds your heart."
"Stay out my head!"
Everything had been a hallucination, a web of lies that Esther had woven inside his mind. Klaus's encounter with Davina in the attic, their kiss… the church… their passionate lovemaking… all of it was fake. None of it had been real, even though it had felt that way.
"You are sick, mother!"
"Not as sick as you, my precious son. All I want to do is liberate you from the monster you have become. And now, I have just the right leverage to make you comply."
A look of horror washed over his face. "… What have you done with her?"
Esther grinned, laughing in the shrillest way. "Davina is somewhere safe—for now."
"I demand that you free me at once!"
"Or what?" she scoffed. "You'll throw a temper tantrum and dagger me? That won't work with me, Niklaus."
"If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I will have your head on a pike! And I'll proudly parade around all of New Orleans with it!"
"Learned a thing or two from Vlad the Impaler?" Esther mocked.
"You will pay for your crimes against me and my siblings."
"The only crime I am guilty of committing, is creating the vampire race," she said with contempt. Esther took a few steps closer to him with confidence. "Elijah won't be here to save you this time. No one will come to your rescue."