Chapter Rating: NC17 **WARNING, DO NOT READ IF YOU FIND SEXUALLY GRAPHIC CONTENT OFFENSIVE**


Music In Chapter:

Rihanna- Pour It Up

Sage the Gemini- Red Nose

Sage the Gemini- Gas Pedal

Stumbleine- The Beat That My Heart Skips (Feat CoMa) [klena tune]


The Depth of Love

Niklaus Mikaelson entered Blue Diamond Exotic Dancers that Friday night, wearing a black leather jacket over a black V neck shirt, navy denim jeans, and black high-top boots. He was looking his usual broodingly handsome self, scanning the strip club and being vigilant of his surroundings.

Rihanna's, Pour it Up was blasting from the speakers as red heads, platinum blondes, and brunettes spun and slid down steel poles on the T shaped stage. The Hybrid had been around plenty of naked women before, so he wasn't one to stand and gawk at the obscenity around him. He was already desensitized to it.

"You best follow me, wolf man." Xavier stepped beside him looking fresh in a dark violet suit and Panama hat that he wore tilted to the side. A peacock feather was slid in between the black ribbon. His faux fur coat was dyed in lavender and complimented his chocolate skin. The purple snake skin shoes only sharpened his bold ensemble. His eye shadow was a dark violet pigment, and he was wearing a set of long falsies and lip gloss.

The strip club was dark and smoky, full of suited men sitting around the stage, slipping bills on the dancers' G strings. Strobe lights flashed above the girls, adding to the sexual atmosphere.

There was a burly looking bouncer standing in front of an iron door at the back of the club. Xavier approach him and asked, "We're here to see Bone Daddy."

"He ain't expectin' no visitors," the man replied. He was extremely tall, bald, and had tribal tattoos all over his dark arms.

"Tell him I've brought the Hybrid King."

The bouncer stared down at Xavier long and hard before he regarded Klaus suspiciously. The man was convinced as soon as he saw the black spider veins spreading all around Klaus's cheekbones; he was the only supernatural being of his kind that had gold eyes.

"Wait here," the bouncer turned around and pounded his fist on the door, so that the person behind it would let him in.

A topless blonde stripper with fake double D's approached the Hybrid. She was wearing six inch platforms and a red sparkly G string. The dancer placed a hand on his shoulder and seductively stared into his eyes. "Would you like a private show, babe? I promise I'll show you a good time," her voice just oozed with sex and temptation.

Klaus grinned at the stripper and then noticed an overweight man moping by the bar. Being the cunning Original that he was, he stared right into her eyes and compelled her. "Do you see that man over there?"

"Yes," she replied, zombielike.

"Give him a private lap dance and show him a good time."

She followed his instructions and soon disappeared.

"Well, that was easy."

"You didn't have to compel her." Xavier rolled his eyes.

"I didn't tell her to have sex with the bloke. I just told her to show him a good time. How she interprets that is entirely on her." Klaus sneered, but his warlock looked less than amused. "I hope you know how ridiculous you look tonight," he muttered, growing impatient while they waited. Sure, he thought the outfit was a bit overboard, but he wasn't going to crucify Xavier for it. He was a good warlock, and he was skilled in his craft. If he wanted to make a brave fashion statement, then so be it.

"Quit drinkin' all that haterade, boo." Xavier expressed with attitude.

The door suddenly opened wide with a loud creak, as the same bouncer emerged.

"Follow me," he ordered.

They stepped inside, as the music still echoed in the background. The three of them soon descended down a dark corridor that was only lit by some flickering lights that were hanging above them. The pungent stench of sex, cigarette smoke, and liquor, wafted into the air.

The bouncer opened another door that led them down a narrow flight of stairs. "In there," he pointed at the doorway that was covered with a string of colorful red beads. Xavier was the first to step inside.

"Let me do the talking," he said in a hushed tone.

The room was luxuriously decorated, despite the grungy looking hallway. There was an extravagant bar to the left, filled with liquor bottles, and some zebra print lounging sofas with naked women laying on them. They were kissing and fondling each other. The walls were all painted red and a big screen TV was mounted on the wall to the right. There were a few stripper poles connected from the floor the ceiling around the space. In the center of the room, on top of a staged platform, sat a dark skinned man on a red and gold throne; Bone Daddy. His black hair was short and braided in cornrows, and his facial hair was trimmed to a scruffy goatee. He oddly resembled American rapper Snoop Dogg. His ears were pierced, and his neck and arms were inked all over. The seer's eyes were black as the night, and he wasn't dressed in formal attire at all. In fact, he sat completely laid back in a white Adidas track suit, fashioning a brand new pair of Timberlands on his feet. He took a deep puff from his fat Cuba cigar and said, "What it do my nizzle? You got some bizzle?" Bones looked up at Xavier, recognizing him right away. "Feelin' yo hat, homie. It's pimpin'"

"Well, thank you, sugah boo."

Klaus kept his wits about him, as he cautiously stared at the seer.

"So, this here's the Hybrid King, huh? The Alpha of all wolves …"

"In the flesh," Klaus grinned. "My warlock informed me that you needed a small payment from me. Shall we get down to business?"

"I respect a man who doesn't waste a G's time on idle chit chat. Ya feelin' me, homes?"

Xavier nodded.

"Marco!" Bones bellowed. "Take my bitches outta here."

"Yes, boss," said the bald bouncer, as he escorted the naked women out of the room.

"Where's the Bennett witch?"

"Somewhere safe," Klaus replied.

The seer chuckled, took another deep puff from his cigar and rested an ankle on his knee. "No harm will come to her. I only require a few drops of blood. Including yours."

Xavier pulled out his cellphone and sent Damon a text. "She'll be here shortly," he said.

"Forgive me for bein' such a bad host. What's yo liquor of choice?"

"I'm afraid I won't be drinking tonight," Klaus politely declined.

The beads in the doorway suddenly spread apart, as Bonnie Bennett walked into the room. She looked at Xavier and shook her head slightly, letting him know that they wouldn't let Damon through.

"Well, now that the whole reunion's here. Let's begin, shall we?"

Bones stood up and headed to the back of the room. There was a silver chalice and a ceremonial dagger in the black cabinet. He took it out and placed it over a round table that was covered in silky red tablecloth.

"Come. Gather round."

Bonnie looked worried, but was confident that she could protect herself if anything were to go wrong.

Once they circled Bones, he asked them to hold out their palms and he made a single flesh wound, one after another, as Klaus and Bonnie's blood dripped into the chalice.

"Service paid. Thank you. Now, state yo buiiizzzness."

"My girlfriend's life is in danger."

"Girlfriend?" Bonnie asked, looking surprised.

"Doppelganger," Klaus corrected. "There have been several attacks."

"Spare me the details," Bones replied. "All I need is a name."

"Elena Gilbert," Xavier informed.

"Elena… Gilbert…" the seer slowly said her name and closed his eyes.

Klaus was half expecting the lights in the room to flicker and the floor to tremble or something supernatural to happen, but nothing did. Bones appeared to look completely calm. He kept his eyes shut for thirty seconds, and then opened them.

"A young blonde girl. She's been attacking Elena."

"You're going to have to be a little more specific than that, mate." Klaus shot him a threatening glare.

"She's someone ya'll know. Someone ya'll are close to. I don't know her name, and her face was blurry. But I could make out her hair and the clothes she was wearin'. She attacked Elena twice… in the woods and another assassination attempt to run her down in a SUV. A black one."

"Are you sure you haven't skipped out on further details?" the Hybrid asked.

"Oh, I should probably mention that she's also a blood sucker."

"Rebekah!" Bonnie blurted out.

"Are you accusing my sister of wanting Elena dead?"

"She's tried to kill her before. She's blonde, she's a vampire, and she's someone you're close to." The Bennett witch represented all the facts, and it did indeed incriminate the Original.

"Rebekah knows Elena is off limits. She has no motive to kill her."

"Maybe you don't know your sister as well as you think." Bonnie defended her accusation.

"Ya'll can leave now. This transaction is over," Bones cut in, sipping back on Klaus and Bonnie's blood.

"You're drinking that?" Bonnie asked, looking disgusted.

"Marco!" Bones shouted. "Bring me them bitches and kindly escort these people outta here."

The bouncer brought the strippers back inside and looked at Xavier. "You heard the boss, let's go."

~oOo~

It was a little past midnight when Klaus returned to the mansion. He had just turned on his light in his bedroom, when he froze on the spot. A pleasurable grin slowly touched his lips.

"You should surprise me like this more often." He took off his jacket and tossed it over an armchair. "I see you have forgiven me for our petty little quarrel last night."

"I heard you were at a strip club tonight," Elena stood up from the bed, wearing only a red and black lace push up bra and matching panties. The lingerie complimented her flawless hourglass figure, as she strutted towards him in a pair of black pumps. Her heels clicked against the floorboards while she took her time approaching him. Everything about her was exuding sex. "Funny that you never mentioned that part to me, or to Bonnie. All you said was that you were taking a road trip out of town and needed her help."

"I was taking care of some business. It just happened to be inside of a strip club."

"Did you get a private show too?"

"Perhaps," Klaus teased, allowing her to lead him to the bed, to which she pushed him down and mounted him.

Elena began to grind on his crotch, feeling the evidence of his arousal within seconds.

"Does it turn you on knowing that I'm completely hot and wet for you?"

He groaned and stared at her with lustful intensity. He wanted to rip off her bra and just fuck her senseless.

"I think you should show me, sweetheart," Klaus raised himself on his elbows and captured her lips in a heated kiss that exploded with passion and desire.

Elena guided his hands to her breasts and unfastened his belt. As much as she wanted that Hybrid cock, she managed to rip herself away from his lips.

"Where are you going?" he asked, almost gasping for breath.

"Home," she replied in such a casual way, as if to express that their sexual encounter meant nothing to her.

"Why in the bloody hell did you come here for, dressed like that, if your intention was to only give me blue balls?"

"That's exactly it. Mission accomplished." Elena smiled proudly, and shrugged on her black trench coat.

"You're jealous, aren't you? You found out that I was going to a stripper joint, and it made you upset."

"I would have to care about you to be upset."

"Here we go again, slaughtering each other with meaningless sarcasm. You obviously do care since you came here, practically throwing yourself at me."

"That's just me being the cock tease that I am," she countered back, heading for the door. But Klaus appeared in front of it within a blink of an eye.

"I don't-like-to be-teased." He suddenly grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. "Well, now, doesn't this feel familiar?" Klaus smirked.

Elena felt too aroused to think of something smart to say. It wasn't like she could anyway, because his lips had come in direct contact with hers.

Klaus tore off her bra and twisted her around so that her cheek was pressed up on the wall.

"I'm going to give you what you've been aching to feel all day," he unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing length.

She gasped when she felt his fingers push her panties to the side and shove every inch inside of her in one full thrust. Elena screamed in pain and pleasure as he began to drive right into her, penetrating her with powerful thrusts that only increased in speed.

"This is what you wanted," Klaus groaned, refusing to slow down his pace. Elena's cries of ecstasy was like music to his ears. He was stimulating her G spot. She never felt this kind of pleasure during sex. Sex with Klaus made every intimate moment with Stefan seem dull and ordinary. The Hybrid was completely owning her pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" Elena cursed. The way he engaged in rough play, seriously brought out her inner sex kitten. There were so many deep, dark fantasies swirling around in that pretty little head, and only Klaus had the key to unlock that vault and bring her fantasies to life. He was the only one to give her the confidence she needed to be wild and free in the bedroom. No limits. No restraints. No judgements.

"I'm going to come so fucking hard inside you."

"No, don't!" Elena was still paranoid about her premonitions.

He grabbed her ass and fucked her harder than ever, as Elena moaned uncontrollably. Klaus didn't care if his brother overheard. In fact, he preferred it. He needed everyone to know that Elena was his.

"Klaus, I'm going to… come… oh, god!" Elena breathed harder, feeling the impact of his cock sliding in and out of her tight entry.

"Come for me," he quickened his speed crazy fast, balls slapping against her, until Elena screamed from pleasure, triggering his own release. Klaus kept his cock buried inside her vulnerable pussy, throbbing violently, as he shot load after load inside, until she was filled to the hilt.

Elena knew it would take a while for him to finish, so she arched her back, and rested her neck on the crook of his shoulder. She then turned her head to the side so he had access to the pulsing veins in her neck. Klaus slid his hands up her ribs and massaged her breasts, as he kissed her neck and sank his fangs into her vein. He began to drink from her, and that's when the flashes started again; Elena saw herself lying on a bed with a small infant in between her and Klaus. They were cuddling and kissing the child. They were happy.

"Please tell me you saw that," Elena managed to say, in between heavy breaths.

"The only thing I see at the moment, is you lying on my bed, with your legs spread wide open for me."

His words sent a rushing thrill inside her, and before she could respond, she found herself lying on her back on his ginormous bed. Klaus was slowly lowering himself in between her legs.

"Here's a little advice, sweetheart. The next time you come strutting around in my bedroom in barely nothing, I guarantee you won't walk out the same way you walked in."

"What that's supposed to mean?"

"It means you won't be able to walk." Klaus shoved himself inside her once more, feeling her walls stretch and then tighten around him.

Elena let out a feral moan while he began intense penetration. He pounded her so hard and aggressively, hypnotized by the way her breasts bounced as they both worked towards the same goal… over, and over, and over again.


~oOo~

ELENA

I couldn't understand why I felt this way about him. He completely consumed my thoughts. As much as I wanted to ignore him, I couldn't. Was I falling in love with my sworn enemy? Was this strictly a sexual relationship between us? How would I feel if he slept with someone else?

And then the answer was clear… it would hurt me. You're in it deep, Elena.

We had spent the past three hours going at it like nymphomaniacs. I was surprised his bed was still intact. Klaus made my body bend in ways I never knew were even possible.

He was sleeping on his stomach, with his arms hidden under his pillow, and I was resting on my side with my head in my hand, gazing at him. Klaus looked so handsome, even in his sleeping state. I had really exhausted him. Our sex was fierce and passionate. Our sex was always on fire. He fulfilled my darkest desires, and I felt ashamed that they even existed. I was supposed to be Elena Gilbert, the good girl who always did the right thing. No selfish bone in her body. But whenever I was around Klaus, I just wanted to abandon my own rule book and play by his rules. Did I always have a weakness for bad boys, or was that feeling only exclusive to him? I would've been dating Damon if I wanted a bad boy. I mean, he had a long list of things he had done that didn't exactly put him in the best of light.

Was I really here in this moment with Klaus? I managed to pull myself out of deep thought, and despite my attempt to fight the nagging urge, I reached out and stroked the flawless arch of his eyebrow. His eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

Crap, I woke him up.

"I… I was just—"

"Admiring my handsome features?" he flashed a devilish smile, and it made my heart explode with feelings that completely overpowered me in the most unexpected way.

"No, I was just thinking about how I was going to slip out of bed without waking you."

"Well, fortunately for me, you failed," he grinned, taking hold of my waist and pulling me on top of his chest. "There," a contented sigh escaped his lips. "Much better."

God, his body felt so good. We felt like a perfect fit, if only in that moment and nowhere else.

"How are you feeling, love?" Klaus asked, gently running his fingers through my hair. I wasn't used to this kind of intimacy with him. Normally, I would find the perfect excuse to leave. But for some reason, I didn't want to be anywhere but in his arms, in his bed. Just the two of us.

"Sore."

"Good," he chuckled, and then whispered, "It's only a reminder that I was inside you."

Why did he always have to sound so sexy? And he was right. It was definitely a reminder.

"We don't make any sense, you and I."

"I know," Klaus replied, tracing the curve of my spine before he flipped me onto my back. "But everything seems to make sense when I'm on top of you."

The way he was staring at me made my stomach tighten in knots. As if it wasn't tight enough already.

"There's nothing deep between us beyond sex."

"That's where you're wrong."

His turquoise eyes penetrated right through me

"Close your eyes, Elena."

I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but I avoided a pointless argument and obeyed.

"I want you to think of a place. A beautiful place. A safe haven where you picture us together, and I want you to describe it to me."

Describe it to him? This was way too personal and so out of my comfort zone. I think he picked up on my hesitation.

"Go on, love. Tell me. Focus on details," he whispered in my ear, leaving soft kisses against the curvature of my jaw.

I wasn't sure why, but the first thing that came to mind was a forest.

"I see a wooded forest that has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Your four post bed is in the middle of a clearing, and we're covered in white bed sheets, with a beautiful white canopy hanging over us. The weather is certainly cold, but for some reason, I can't feel the freezing temperature. I feel warm. Soft music is playing from every direction, making the moment more romantic, as snowflakes slowly fall around us. The sky is a gloomy grey, but it only camouflages with the winter wilderness, and looks beautiful, regardless."

"Open your eyes, Elena."

Slowly, but surely, I opened them, only to find myself in the exact same place I had conjured up in my mind. I dropped my jaw in disbelief, as I scanned our surroundings in awe and wonderment.

"How… how did you…"

"We do have a deeper connection beyond sex, sweetheart. I hope this is an accurate replica," Klaus smiled, brushing the hair out of my face.

Snowflakes landed on my body, leaving a cool tingling sensation on my skin.

"This can't be real. Are you giving me a hallucination? Am I dreaming?"

"Perhaps it isn't real, but it feels real, right?" he kissed my lips and slipped himself inside me.

Oh dear god. Yes, it certainly felt real. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck. This was perfect. This was beautiful. This was a little piece of heaven the "evil Hybrid" was giving me. Had I misjudged him? How could someone so dark possess such beauty in his broken soul?

"Klaus," I breathed his name, as he pinned my arms back and intertwined his fingers with mine.

This is the beat that my heart skips,

All I ever wanted…

The lyrics echoed into my ears from an unknown source. Maybe he was playing this song for a reason. I loved it.

Klaus was making love to me, slow and passionately, never taking his eyes off me, as snowflakes dusted his shoulders. I never wanted this moment to end. I never wanted to leave this place with him. I felt safe here. I felt protected and completely enveloped in love and purity. I couldn't see his flaws. I was blind to all his wickedness, because right there in that moment, all I could see was a man that longed to be loved, just as much as I did.

"I want you to be mine, Elena. I want to completely possess you. I want to own you."

This was who he was; possessive, territorial, and passionate. I couldn't deny the feelings that were developing between us. He hadn't confessed his love for me, and I hadn't made any declaration of love towards him. Yet, here we were, in this magical winter utopia, connecting our bodies and souls in the physical transcendence of love.

Last year, this beast wanted me dead. And now, he was slowly breathing life into me and rehabilitating me from the crutches that I walked with. I didn't feel like I needed them anymore. He made me feel like I was no longer emotionally crippled.

I dug my finger nails into his back, as he thrust deeper inside of me, sending a wave of pleasure rippling through my body. I moaned and felt his release, filling my womb, as he collapsed on top of me, showering me with affectionate kisses.

"You have nowhere to run now," Klaus laughed.

"Not until you make the smoke and mirrors disappear," I replied.

He smiled at me before kissing my lips so sensually.

"Why did you imagine this place?"

"Because you're half wolf, and when I thought out of you, I imagined the wilderness."

"Why the winter season?"

I wavered a bit.

"Answer honestly, or I'll compel it out of you."

"You can't," I said with a smile. "I'm wearing Vervain, remember?"

He kissed me, murmuring against my lips. "Share it with me, love."

His words were enough to make my heart shiver inside, as all four titanium walls that were guarding my soul, came down.

"Sometimes I feel like your world and your heart is so frozen. I don't know how that happened, but I guess I just wanted to show you that I can be the one thing to add some warmth to it."

Klaus stared at me for the longest while, as if he were peering right through my naked soul before he hung his head lower and kissed me deeply.

"My snow angel," he whispered in my ear, sending chills all down my spine. "Let me taste you now, until I'm completely intoxicated by you."

I took off my bracelet that was laced with Vervain and let it drop to the ground. He made me moan when he punctured the skin on my neck with his fangs, feeding on me. This felt like a whole other level of euphoria. My blood trickled down my arm, as I rested it over the edge of the bed, so that the blood would drip down into the snow. I felt like I was out of my body, watching us from a bird's eye view. Everything from his waist down was covered in sheets, and the beautiful muscles on his naked back tightened and flexed, as he slowly penetrated me again with his hard, steel shaft.

Music kept resonating in my ears, sending me soaring onto a different level of consciousness. Klaus kept drinking from me, while the snow that covered the ground, turned crimson all around us. It wasn't grotesque. In my eyes, it was beautiful. Something worthy enough of being painted on a canvas. If Klaus were the artist, maybe he would call this masterpiece; Making Love to a Snow Angel.

My head was suddenly flooded with visions of us. Were these images of the future? One second I was running into his arms and kissing him under the rain. The next moment we were making love on a beach, and walking into a cavern under a waterfall. And then I'd be standing in front of a mirror, touching my swollen belly, and he would wrap his arms around me from behind and adorn me with kisses.

"Did I drink too much?" Klaus finally pulled back for breath, and the visions stopped. I was staring up into his golden eyes, black spider veins fading in and out.

"No."

I realized right then that I loved seeing him in this state. His natural state of being; half wolf, half vampire. He appeared to be struggling to cage his inner beast.

"Don't—don't change back." I uttered breathlessly and kissed his blood stained mouth.

He exhausted my body with one orgasm after another, and I didn't beg him to pull out this time. I couldn't. Not when I wanted him so much. All of him. My carnal desires dominated my fears. If this escape was the only place where we could truly be ourselves, then I had completely surrendered to its mysterious magic.


~oOo~

I was lying in his arms, watching the snowflakes fall from the sky, as they whispered icy kisses on our skin before melting away. The only sound I could hear was the music that echoed from the mountains in the distance. I was wrapped under the sheets, moulded into Klaus's body, as he took my hand and guided it down to his hardening…

"Are you seriously ready for another go?" I asked in disbelief.

"My appetite is not that easily satiated when it comes to you. I think it's because I just can't get enough."

He flashed a devastatingly handsome smile that made me blush while I slowly stroked his length. Klaus felt so big and thick in my hand. Niklaus Mikaelson definitely had a beautiful cock. Everything about his package was perfect.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Ten seconds, go," he answered.

"How come you have never revealed yourself in wolf form? It's not painful for you to turn, is it?"

"No, it's not."

"Then why haven't you ever—"

"Because there's nothing dignifying about being what I am… an animal, a dog. As you may know already, everything about my werewolf side only points to the fact that I was a bastard son, born out of wedlock by my adulteress mother. I was nothing but a thorn in my father's side. An abomination that he tried to remove, but failed."

I let go of his manhood and slipped my arm around his waist again, hugging him.

"I didn't tell you to stop."

"Klaus, be serious."

He folded his hands behind his head and just gazed up at the sky. "I am being serious.

"Could you let me see?"

He was slow to respond, but eventually turned his face towards me and stared into my eyes. "Why do you want to see me in beast form?"

"Because I want to see all parts of you, and you're wolf half is a part of you."

Klaus was silent for a short while. "I will reveal that part of me to you, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"Wolves are very territorial, Elena. And once you lay with this wolf," he paused, lowering his voice, "you belong to him, and his alone."

I swallowed hard, unsure if I wanted to kiss him more or seriously take him up on another round of mind blowing sex.

"Show me," I breathed.

"Close your eyes," he whispered.

I complied and waited. A few seconds later, I felt something hop onto the bed. When I opened my eyes, a beautiful black wolf was staring at me with piercing golden eyes. I couldn't believe it. Klaus had finally revealed his wolf form to me. This is what he looked like.

He lowered his head to my chest and pulled back the bed sheet with his teeth before licking my naked breast.

I giggled and held his head. "I can't believe you're getting perverted already."

He growled, startling me, as panic rushed through my veins. But then he got down on all fours and leaned his body against me, resting his head over my stomach, so I could pet him. His fur was so soft. I was overwhelmed with a new kind of feeling I had never felt before.

"Can you understand me?" I asked, watching him raise his head and look at me.

"You might not like this, but I think you're beautiful."

Klaus tilted his head to the side and got up, pulling the blanket entirely off my body. The next thing he did was continuously lick all the way up my leg to my outer thigh, stomach, and breasts; wolf kisses. Surprisingly, it wasn't difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that this wasn't just any ordinary animal, this was Klaus. His human soul trapped within the wolf.

"I think you're gentler as a wolf than you are as a man," I laughed, holding his head and kissing the top of his mane.

His eyes met mine for a brief second, and I felt like he was trying to communicate something to me.

"Thank you, for showing me."

Klaus sniffed my neck and licked it before he lay down beside me. He was a huge wolf. The biggest I had ever seen. I didn't need a blanket to keep me warm. The temperature felt like a cool summer evening.

Wrapping my arm around his body, I hugged him close to me and drifted off to sleep. I was falling in love with Niklaus Mikaelson, and this experience only intensified my feelings. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.


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