Chapter 6
Kol's POV
"Klara!," I called from outside her apartment door, "I know you're in there. Open the door."
No response.
What is she doing in there?
I stepped back and kicked the door opened.
I walked inside and saw a vampire's dead body on the living room floor.
He had blood on his mouth.
What the hell happened here?!
I heard noises coming from the bathroom and rushed there.
Klara was in there searching for something in the cabinets.
"What are you doing?" I asked making her jump and turn to me.
A huge wound was on her neck and blood was dripping from it.
The dead bastard bit her!
"I'm looking for a patch," she turned back to the cabinet, "To cover my wound." she added casually, though I barely heard her.
I was too engulfed on the smell of her blood to even think about anything else.
I started walking towards her, not even realizing it.
It was like my body was moving on its own.
I wanted her blood.
I needed it.
I stoped in front of her and she looked at me confused.
My eyes were set on Klara's neck and her eyes widened.
She shook her head. "Kol, don't!"
I ignored her and went closer to her.
"Kol…" she warned as she took a step back.
God, I wanted to stop!
But I couldn't.
I never wanted someone's blood so much in my entire life.
I lunged towards her and bit the other side of her neck, the one that wasn't wounded.
She screamed, punching my chest trying to push me away, but I just grabbed her tighter.
Her blood was delicious, addictive.
Klara's screams soon died, and I noticed that she blacked out.
Damn it!
I reluctantly pulled away from her and picked her up bridal style.
I laid her in her bed and gave her some of my blood.
I sighed sitting down next to her.
What have I done?
I got rid of the dead vampire's body and went back to Klara's house.
She was still sleeping.
I sat on the bed looking over at her.
I loved everything about her.
Her hair, her eyes, her lips, her smell…
I chuckled to myself.
I loved the way she teased me, her sarcastic comments and the cute faces she makes when she angry at me.
Klara started to stir and soon, she opened her eyes.
When she saw me, her eyes narrowed.
She's mad and I don't blame her.
"You bit me!" she hissed.
"I'm s…"
She cut me off. "Don't apologize, because it doesn't mean anything. So… don't."
She hates me.
I nodded. "Who was that vampire?"
"His name was Will. He was my friend." she replied angrily.
"What happened before I got here?"
"Hum, I don't know. Will and I were just playing video games, and suddenly he dropped dead and my neck just started bleeding on its own," she snapped sarcastically, "He attacked me!"
"I thought you said he was your friend."
"He stabbed me in the back," she then lowered her voice, "Just like you."
I sighed. "It's obvious you're not safe here, then. You're moving in with me."
She shook her head. "I wouldn't be safe with you either. I mean, you just bit me 30 minutes ago!"
"I promise I won't do it again. You have my word."
"Your word means nothing to me," she spat, "I'm not going."
She's not going to give up.
I shrugged and grabbed her.
She screamed and I put her over my shoulder.
"Kol Mikaelson, put me down!" she ordered.
"Nope," I shook my head, "You're coming with me."
Before she could say anything else, I took her out of the house.
Klara and I arrived at my house and I put her down.
She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, clearly not happy with moving in with me.
But I didn't care.
I needed to keep her safe.
"Are you tired?" I asked her.
She didn't respond.
I rolled my eyes. "You can't stay mad at me forever."
"Watch me," she scoffed, "And, by the way, yes, I'm tired. Where is your room?"
"Second room on the left."
She nodded and went to my room.