Summary: I was a hunter, a killer, but not the kind you would think. I am a vampire hunter. I know you probably think I am insane but they are real. I've always been strong in my beliefs but than I met, him and he turned my world upside down and inside out. Klaus/oc prequel to love and hate

I pushed the wooden door open and was greeted by the stench of stale alcohol and drunken men. My eyes canned through the swaying drunken figures looking for one person. Finally, my eyes met elderly green ones. "Elizabeth" she gasped in shock eyes looking me over disapprovingly.

"I'm going Auntie" I waved her off well away of my dirt covered clothing and messy blonde hair. I quickly turned heading desperately for the back. I didn't hear her follow after me, but felt the instincts to swing defensively as she grabbed my arm.

"You can't do this anymore Elizabeth," she snapped, dirty blonde, tight curls bouncing as she glared at me.

"He's dead, I am not," I snapped back concededly yanking my arm from her light grip.

"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it," she snapped back as I rolled my eyes irritably. "People are going to start asking questions Lizzie. They already have, but they are usually too drunk to remember anything," she cried, near hysteria shattering her voice.

"He killed my family," I cried, spinning at her angrily.

"I am your family," she cried back, tears rimming her eyes. "And your parents would never have wanted you to sneak around the night, killing people" she finished desperately.

"I'm not killing people, I'm hunting vampires. It was my mother's job. It was my father's job and my job in turn" I snapped anger kneading my hands into little fists.

"But you don't have to" she begged.

"Yes, I do" I sighed in defeat. "He killed my parents Auntie and I will get my revenge" I whispered, hatred clear in my voice. "Now, I have to shower, I'll be out in a little bit" I sighed before turning and opening the door.

I let the water run over me, as if to wash away my past. He had killed my family. Tortured them slowly before finally showing mercy and ripping their jugular out. Memories of the scene flashed through my mind.

Blood splashed walls, still damp, still fresh. The scent was over powering. The smell of iron calling to some primal, instinctual fear in my body. Their bodies, bloody, torn, rips of flesh missing; torn from them. Their eyes, cold, still, lifeless.

I gasped in pain as the memories stabbed through my chest. The water froze against my skin, pulling my shacking form from the deadly memories. "Lizzie, I could really use you out here now" my aunt's voice suddenly intruded from somewhere in the hallway, tone authoritative yet calm.

"I'll be there in a few" I called back turning off the water. The water dripped nosily from the tap, reminding me of their still dripping blood. My hand snapped forward tightening the handle, breathing a gush of temporarily calming air. I could do this. I was a hunter, a protector of the innocent and juvenile population. Wrapping the towel around my body, I pushed my shacking form from the tub. I could do this, right?

Walking up behind the chest high bar counter I leaned against it lazily as I looked around at the filled bar stools. Before I even settled in, orders started flying at me, my mind buzzing to settle in. Drink upon drink flew from me to the greedy, drunken slob's only inches from the wooden counter. I watched the clock on the far wall slowly ticking by, my mind finally slowing down as the orders followed the trend. Finally, I got a chance to lean calmly against the table with a tired sigh. Closing my eyes, I was rudely interrupted by the slap of a palm against wood. Biting my tongue against the lack of manors, I opened my eyes. My eyes immediately met green arrogant eyes. "Can I help you?" I asked forcing a calm, official tone as I took in the wavy dirty blonde hair, hard features and dimples.

"Start the shots coming," he snapped putting his hand out expectantly. I nodded in acceptance as I turned around momentarily before sliding him the shot glass. His hand shot out like a snake as his head snapped back gulping it down in a second before slamming it down orderly.

"Rough day" I question passing him another one as he repeated the action.

"You have no idea," he mumbled as I passed him another one.

"Try me" I shot back filling another one before he even asked for it.

"I've been trying for something longer than you've been alive and now that I have it, it's useless" he snapped back green eyes piercing up at me.

"Oh" I nodded as he slammed down the glass expectantly. Nodding slowly at his demand I automatically filled it as I spoke. "I know it feels rough right now, but drinking won't help, believe me I've tried" I spoke softly as I slowly handed him my glass.

"And how would you know" he snapped back angrily taking the shot in strides. "You're what twenty one," he snapped.

"Twenty two actually, and I know because I've been there before myself" I repeated defensively as he looked up at me, this time putting the glass down gently.

"What happened?" he asked as pain ripped through my chest as I fought to control the memories. Turning myself away from him as tears rimmed my eyes; I fiddled with the taps to hide my reaction. To my surprise I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was barely a brush of skin as if they realized they shouldn't show kindness but the was all I needed. In that brush of skin, my entire body erupted in flames, a spark flashing down to my toes.

"My parents were murdered, six months ago" I forced myself to say past my suddenly tight chest.

"Did they find him yet, love?" he questioned back as an anger transformed that flame.

"I will," I whispered darkly as suddenly I heard the chair shuffle behind me. Turning around I looked around to see him standing up. "That all for tonight" I asked watching him move with a grace that was almost predatory.

"Unfortunately I have places to go, love," he answered straightening his coat against him. "Tomorrow night maybe" he nodded before stepping away.

"Tomorrow than" I smiled dusting my hands off on my jeans. With a smile that made my heart swell he turned to walk away. "I didn't get your name" I called randomly after him. He paused for a minute, hesitating on the souls of his feet before turning around in a fluid motion.

"Nicklaus" he answered smirked slightly.

"Well Nicklaus I'm Lizzie, it was nice to meet you" I forced myself to answer.

"Pleasure was all mine love" he smiled back before turning and stalking away, the move of his hips enticing and enchanting.