Takes place at the beginning of The Originals.

Future fanfic (maybe…)

I arrived to the Mikaelson's house, I'm going to live here for the next 9 months…today has been a crazy day, I just found out I'm pregnant, and the father or my child is Klaus Mikaelson. Damn the night that I decided to sleep with him…But, right now, I just want to go to sleep and forget, forget everything.

I laid down on the bed, and as I expected I fell asleep immediately. Someone woke me up, but I'm not in the bedroom I fell asleep, this is a different place. I looked around, it looked like medieval, like a castle.

I'm not wearing my clothes, instead I'm wearing a white dress, it's beautiful, totally not my style, but beautiful anyway. Then Klaus came in, I didn't know what was happening but I was sure it had to do with him "Where am I?" I asked to him in a rude tone, crossing my arms over my chest.

"This dress looks beautiful on you." he complimented me, he's being…nice? I looked down to my clothes "Thanks, I guess" I said and looked to him seriously "Where are we?" I asked to him and he walked to me, before I could even react he kissed me…and I let him. I kissed him back, caressing his curly hair, he brought me closer to him by plancing an arm around my waist, before I could even notice he speeded us to a bed and he climbed on top, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he kissed my neck softly, I should be scared that he could bite me, but I wasn't. Why I'm doing this? Why I'm letting this to happen? I searched for his lips, it was like I needed them, we kissed again and he took the dress off of me, and I did the same with his clothes.

….

I woke up, this time for real. I looked around me and I sighed in relief, this is the same room I fell asleep and my clothes still here, it was just a dream, a very strange one. It felt so real…wait, vampires can control dreams, that stupid jerk made me dream that!

I ran to the living room, he was sitting reading a book like he's an innocent angel "You!" I yelled to him and he looked to me pretending to be surprised "You made me dream that!" I yelled again, and he still pretended he didn't know anything.

"Dream what?" he asked me and I heasitated about my theory, he really looked like he didn't know anything, not a smirk, not a look…nothing. "You didn't make me dream that?" I asked to him and he looked at me confused "What was your dream about?" he asked me this time giving me a smirk….hell no!

I just told him all he needed to know about my dream "Nevermind." I said and walked away ashamed. But…if wasn't him…why did I dream that? I don't have feelings for him, I can't, I don't want to. Maybe was just…I don't know…hormones.