Klaus Mikaelson would like to tell you about the first time he met Caroline Forbes. He would like to tell you it was a magical experience, that it was love at first sight and they were married by the end of the year. He would like to tell you in immense detail how they met in a coffee shop and caught each other's eye as they both tried to claim the last chocolate brownie. He'd like to tell you how they'd agreed to share a table and split the sweet treat, and their love had blossomed from there.
Klaus Mikaelson would like to tell you all these things, but none of it would be true.
Because in truth, the first time Klaus Mikaelson saw Caroline Forbes he was planning to kill her.
It was late afternoon, and it had been a long day, both physically and emotionally. He and his compelled minions had been putting the final pieces together for the sacrifice, and although things were going well there were still problems popping up at every step. Elena, the latest Petrova doppelganger of his first love, Tatia and the Salvatore brothers had been trying this and that to prevent him from killing her. None of it would work of course, but that didn't make it any less irritating. He didn't like being watched and right now Petrova 3 and her boyfriends were watching his every move, even mundane tasks like fetching his morning coffee were flagged by a witch or a werewolf trying to protect Elena.
He flung his coat onto the kitchen counter and made his way across the room. Katerina, or Katherine as she was now calling herself, watched him move with contempt and hatred in her eyes. He'd ordered her to be quiet and her compulsion stopped her from disobeying. Tucked away in a corner, pawing at some fashion magazine left behind by the previous tenants, she was easy enough to ignore. The only reason he hadn't killed her yet was because he thought she might be useful. He suspected his brother, Elijah still harboured some feelings for her and once he unlocked his werewolf side he needed the leverage of her life to draw him in. There was no doubt he would kill her eventually, but for now she was basically furniture to him.
Klaus sat down on the sofa and stretched, his mind on the sacrifice. He had plans for the future, a hybrid army, a dead father, a home for his siblings. It all seemed so far away now, and he had waited for it for so long. To have a home, a family. He could almost taste it.
June, one of his vampire assistants, sat on the sofa next to him, a tablet in her pale hands.
"Jared picked this up in the town square," she said, passing him the device. "She'll be the vampire in the sacrifice."
He was about to dismiss her without even a glance at the screen. It made no difference to him what she looked like, who she was, whether she knew she was going to die or not.
But something in him told him to look, so he did. In a damp dusty basement somewhere in Mystic Falls a vampire was chained up to a wall. It was dark in the room, and it was hard for him to make out all her features, but she was obviously very pretty. Blonde, thick curly hair, big blue eyes, a toned body.
She was the sort of girl he might have picked up in a bar for a bit of fun. Such a shame a pretty thing would have to die so soon.
Ah well. Pretty girls were a dime a dozen.
He glanced at June as she moved the tablet away. He didn't want to praise her. Rarely did he praise anyone. Better to keep them on their toes so they didn't dare try and betray him. "Now get me a wolf."