A/N: Aww, it warms my heart to see that I've already gotten reviews - thanks! :D

Here's chapter 1 and I better remember thanking my friend Niknakz93, because she helped me with the beginning ;)

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xoxo Ascha

Chapter 1:

Bulgaria, 1491

Time seemed to freeze, then suddenly speed up as Elizabeth finally opened her eyes, groaning for a second... then remembered her request. Those fangs in her neck, blood hot in her mouth and a nasty snap about her neck. She sat up with a gasp, chest heaving and eyes wide in fear. For a few minutes, she just sat there as it all came flooding back to her.

Klaus... that dashing gentleman who had not only saved her life, but had saved her yet again... blessing her with the power of freedom. Changed her into a vampire.

Suddenly, Elizabeth heard footsteps approaching and slid off the bed, backing up until her back pressed against the wall, heart beating furiously against her ribcage. Now the double dark oaken door was pushed wide and she saw the vampire himself walk into the room, his stride an easy, graceful feat.

"Good morning." Klaus smiled, but to Elizabeth, it came off as more of a smirk.

Instinctively, she raised a hand to her neck, but felt smooth skin there, the puncture wounds gone. He didn't speak now as he walked over and took her petite face in his hands, staring into her eyes and face with a trained eye.

"Hmm, not too bad." he said, letting her go and taking a step back, his black leather boots clacking a little against the wooden floor.

"Is it done?" she now asked, keeping an eye on him as he walked over to the window and opened it, letting the sunlight come glaring in, causing Elizabeth to squint a little into the light, as if it was directly in front of her.

"Not just yet little one." he chuckled now, taking a decanter filled with a deep red liquid from the window, followed by a crystal glass where he filled it up and took a sip, staring at the transitioning girl for a moment, then he cocked his head and set it back down, now empty.

"You do know what being a vampire entitles, I trust?"

Elizabeth was silent, thinking- of course she knew what it entitled. Vampires in the stories were bloodsuckers, killers. Could she really become that-? As if Klaus knew what she was thinking, he walked back to the door and reached out, pulling in a young woman in a white chemise, her eyes a little wide, skin soft and pale. Elizabeth's throat contracted now, her gums feeling on fire so much she raised a hand to them, eyes widening once more.

"You hurt, don't you?" Klaus now chuckled, stopping the young woman by the foot of the bed and extended a hand to Elizabeth, who stared at it fearfully, then hesitantly took it and let him lead her to the young woman, making her frown and ask.

"What are you doing?" Klaus nodded to the woman. "You know what to do. Every part of your body wants it. Begging for it."

"And what would that be?"

Now the Original laughed delicately and shook his head for a moment, letting her hand go and put a hand on the young woman's chemise, pulling her forwards with a yank so he could sink his fangs into her soft neck, making her gasp in pain and shock.

Klaus let her go, raising a hand to wipe the blood residue from his mouth then looked at Elizabeth, who was staring at the pair of blood trails leading from the wounds, her stomach telling her not to do it, but her blood was boiling, dragging her forwards, glancing at Klaus once who was staring at the pair of blood trails leading from the wounds, her stomach telling her not to do it, but her blood was boiling, dragging her forwards, glancing at Klaus once who nodded, watching in silence as the errant young woman bit down hard onto the already bitten girl.

She coughed and backed up, raising a hand to her mouth, feeling like a small child who had been caught in the act of doing something against their parents rules.

But now she felt a sharpness on her finger, her canines had sharpened considerably, making her whimper for a moment, but then instinct took over and she snarled, grabbing her prey and sinking her new fangs into her neck, making short work of her and dropping her limp form to the floor, chest heaving once more and dress bloodstained.

"There- was that so hard?" Klaus now chuckled, walking over and taking her face in his hands, wiping the blood gently from her lips with a thumb. Elizabeth could not answer, but she could tell blood was close by. So very close that she leaned forwards and Klaus held her away. "Ah-ah. Not my blood little one."

"But I want more..."

"Oh? Well..." he turned her around and said quietly into her ear. "There is a house full of servants, feast as much as you would like."

Elizabeth felt the aversion to ripping and tearing apart innocent people... but the draw of fresh blood was too great, and she took a step forwards, listening to the ones in the kitchen bustling around. So many heartbeats... calling out to her like hunting call.

Klaus sat down calmly with a new glass, listening to the screams start up below, raising the glass to his lips with a new thought.

She was already quite the killer.

One thought and only one thought stopped Elizabeth from ripping another poor servant apart.

Katerina.

Her beloved and ill sister Katerina, who had no clue of her whereabouts or of what she had turned into last night. Hastily, Elizabeth turned around and strode towards the front door and only a second before she touched the doorknob, she felt herself being thrown hard against a wall, Klaus standing close to her with arms on each side of her, locking her in.

"Unless you do not wish to burn that pretty skin of yours, then I strongly suggest you take this," Klaus said and moved his hands around her neck. She looked down at the sapphire blue teardrop-shaped stone on her necklace and touched it gently with the tips of her fingers. "Lapis Lazuli. No need to thank me for it. Your company is all my… pleasure."

Another thought hit Elizabeth and she did not say a word as she walked away from him and back to the kitchen, draining the remaining servant for blood as the servant's beating heart was like a drum in her ears. She wanted it to stop and it certainly did. As for what she was going to do with her sister, then she was going to stay here for a while.

The thought of Katerina knowing what her older sister – her idol – had become was too horrifying to her. She wanted to forget her old life and start a brand new one where she was allowed to do whatever she wanted to.

"Klaus," she said softly and turned around to see her creator in front of her. He cupped her face in his hands, wiping away a drop of blood that had escaped from her mouth. Elizabeth felt her attraction to Klaus grow immensely and without thinking, she quickly leaned in and pressed her lips against his, wanting to smell and taste the wonderful scent of blood from his mouth. "It… tastes so good."

Now a chuckle escaped from Klaus' lips, but he continued kissing her back and lifted her up on the bloody kitchen table, wanting to feel more of her body, her skin, and the attraction he felt for her. He had charmed many women into loving him, but this young woman's passion was something entirely different from what he was used to. She let go of all of her restrictions, let go of her common sense, and was wild like an animal.

This did not surprise Klaus for he had noticed and heard how trapped Elizabeth felt and felt like it was his job to free her from the cage she was in. That he had accomplished and now he was going to show her the world, let her live the life she always wanted, and at the same time enjoy her presence too.

"Klaus…" Elizabeth softly moaned into his ear, locking her legs around him and pulling him closer to her. So close that he could feel his own bodily needs kick in.

However, Klaus heard the sound of the doorknob turning and pulled away from the panting vampire in front of him. Elizabeth then heard the sound too and her hunting instincts soon kicked in. She disappeared out of the kitchen and jumped on the young, dark-haired gentleman with the matching dark-brown eyes and a face slightly familiar that made Elizabeth stop dead in her track as she stood before him.

"A beauty is she not, my brother?" Klaus said, walking calmly up to the young, blood-covered vampire.

His brother Elijah glanced at the young Elizabeth for a moment and then narrowed his eyes a bit at his brother, who quickly caught Elizabeth's full attention without having to say a word to her.

"Who is she?" Elijah now asked, his eyes moving to Elizabeth who calmly approached him with fangs slowly extending.

Even if she attacked him, then he knew that she was no match for him. But he preferred not to kill her since his brother clearly was the mastermind behind her new lifestyle.

"Ah-ah, stop right there, Lizzie," Klaus quickly said and reluctantly Elizabeth left his brother alone. "I know she is a bit rough around the edges, but you should have seen her before. A true killer, she is. And perhaps also a passionate lover… " Klaus smirked for a moment, but then continued. "Elizabeth, dear, you should take a bath and get some new clothes on."

"But I am still hungry!" Elizabeth almost begged.

And an immense hunger as well, he thought, grinning to himself. That I need to remember.

"No, Elizabeth. You have had enough for now. Go to bath now," Klaus said firmly and watched as Elizabeth finally walked away. He turned his focus back to his brother and flashed another smirk. "As I said before, then she is a bit rough around the edges…" Elijah glared at him now. "Oh, do not fret, my dear brother. She wanted me to change her and now she got was she wanted."

"Where are all the servants?" Elijah asked firmly, soon following his brother to the kitchen where he saw the scattered and bloody body parts all around the room.

Klaus had not been exaggerating when he said that she was a true killer. Elijah did not know whether he should be disturbed or happy about his brother's little discovery. He simply shrugged, then turned away from the bloody mess and went in to the lounge where he found another dead woman. He stepped over her and went to pour himself a glass of red wine infused with blood.

"Did you find the Petrova doppelganger?" Klaus asked him calmly, pouring up another glass for himself.

"No, it seems our enemies made sure that the villagers quickly left town – along with the Petrova doppelganger," Elijah answered and heard a groan escape Klaus' lips. He threw his glass against the wall in a hissy fit, angry because he was so close of finding her. "Niklaus, focus on this girl first. I do not want to clean up her mess as well."

Klaus nodded without even looking at his older brother and left their home in a blur, probably to take his rage out on something – or more likely someone. Elijah walked with his wine glass to the hallway outside the bathroom, listening unintentionally to the young woman's beautiful voice as she sang something in Bulgarian in the bathtub. He leaned up against the wall next to the door and just listened carefully to every word she sang…