I was a hunter, a killer, but not the kind you would think. I am a vampire hunter. I know you probably think I'm insane but they're real. I've always been strong in my belief's but than I met him and he turned my world upside down and inside out. Klaus/oc prequel to love and hate
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"You're not a vampire are you"
"No I'm not" Klaus sighed, leaning against me, hands resting either side of my head. I couldn't stop myself from tensing slightly. I had seen the veins, the fangs!
"What are you than" I asked sliding under his arm, slightly surprised that he allowed me to move. He continued to lean against the wall for a second be pushing himself up, kneading a fist slightly. "I am a vampire to an extent but I'm also so much more" he tried to explain, eyes suddenly shooting everywhere but me.
"An original" I repeated the word I had heard him call himself. At this simple word his eyes shot up to look at me a mixture of emotion overrunning them, an unexpected on most clear: fear. "What does that mean" I asked looking over at him curiously. He continued starring over at me for a second before breaking our gaze turning around irritably.
"It means exactly what it sounds like" he responded once again not looking at me.
"What like the original vampire" I teased waving my hand playfully. He didn't answer me. A lump suddenly formed in my throat as I feared my heart would freeze right there. The original vampire? The start of the whole blood thirsty, killing species. "How" I chocked out, my heart pounding painfully against my chest until my vision blurred slightly.
"My mother, she was a very powerful witch" he started, voice quiet and nervous, all trace of arrogance erase. Part of me questioned what he was afraid of.
"Why would she turn you into this" I questioned before I could stop myself.
"By this you mean something that will never die and can always protect themselves" he shot back defensively.
"That's not what I met and you know it" I countered watching as he stood still shirtless, hand holding the sink in a grip that looked like he would break it.
"I grew up in a very different time Elizabeth, a time were we lived to defend against human and werewolf alike" he answered. I couldn't stop myself from scoffing at that sentence. His eyes shot up at the sound, holding my gaze in his as I tensed slightly beneath it. "You don't believe in werewolves" he asked calmly.
"I don't not believe in them" I halfway answered. "I mean there are vampire's out there" I asked as a thought struck me. "You're not a werewolf are you" I asked as the phrase curiosity killed the cat flashed through my mind.
"Not exactly" he answered bluntly.
"Okay how can you be an original vampire and a not exactly werewolf' I challenged watching him as he looked over at me, my body suddenly tense, ready for a fight; physical or not.
"I'm both" he answered, a fake arrogance in his tone at these words as if he actually hate being what he was.
"Both" I stuttered, my mind refusing to comprehend this statement. It made sense really; the canine yellow eyes, the in ability to be killed by a stake, strength that passed any vampire I had ever met.
"Like you've said a freak of nature" he sighed waving his hands before looking over at me. My brain zapped unresponsive, not knowing what to say to that. Suddenly he snarled a sound that was completely inhuman as I flinched slightly as he shoved past me, storming past me at a barely human pace. It took me a second to realize what he was doing. Running after him I darted down the stairs just to see him opening the door.
"I don't think you're a freak" I cried, not knowing if this would even stop him. To my surprise he slammed to a stop, standing at the doorway, hand still clutching it open. "You're not a freak" I repeated, stumbling for words. "You're different that's all, you're an individual if you were a freak I would feel about you the way that I do about you. I wouldn't trust you I wouldn't want you with the intensity I do" I said slamming my mouth shut when I realized what I had said. I barely had time to realize what I had said before I was moving slamming slightly painfully into the wall behind me.