Authors note- if anyone wants to adopt a drabble and turn it into a story go right ahead.

Prompt- Adoption

He heard it the sound of a child crying, at first he didn't pay it any attention. But even he wasn't heartless, following the noise he came to a house number 4. That is when he smelt it the smell of blood, thick rich and very powerful. Whomever behind there would work for him!

No matter the cost.

So it came as a surprise when he broke down the door and found a child in a cupboard under the stairs, his blood boiled and he wanted to kill everyone who had dared to harm such an innocent life. After all all children are innocent until they grow up.

He watched as the small child tried to stay awake but to no avail, he ran a hand through the childs hair and growled. His hair was matted with blood, he could feel the dry flakes of blood in between his fingers. With more care than he thought he had he carried the small child out of the house and to his own.

Cautious green eyes looked around the room, he had no idea where he was or who he was with. All he knew was a strange man came in and made the hurt go away. Freak looked around he wanted to thank the strange man but he couldn't see him.

Klaus was looking down at a list of all the injuries that the little one had sustained, broken arms, fractured ribs, dislocated shoulder. The list was nearly endless, but now he was safe or as safe as he could be in a house with a vampire. He knew the moment the little one had woken up the heartbeat had changed for the steady

'thump-thump-thump'

to a more drastic

'ba-dum-ba-dum'

Letting him know that the little one was beginning to get worried, standing up he looked at all the paperwork he needed to do. The list of injuries, and decided to do it all later. He had more important things to do at the moment, he slowly walked to the bedroom and made sure that the little one could hear his footsteps, he didn't want to scare him so soon.

Freak watched as someone opened the door, he was shocked to see a man older than himself yet much younger than his uncle had been, he watched with weary eyes as the man sat down on the chair next to him and spoke

"Hello."

Freak was shocked no one ever spoke to him, no one even knew he existed.

Shock, fear and confusion, the three main emotions floating around on the little one's face just what had happened to him? When those green eyes looked at him Klaus had the feeling that the small child was looking directly through him, seeing all he hid away from the world. He carefully watched as the small child blinked a few times, Klaus smiled and knew that it showed off his dimples as he asked

"I am Klaus and you are?"

Freak blinked he was talking to him? He looked around the room there was no one else there so it must be him!

"Freak."

Uncontrollable rage burned through his veins, anger caused his vision to go red. He could feel the veins under his eyes pulsating, and his fangs threatening to break free from his gums. Even without his werewolf side he was still deadly. Klaus locked eyes with the child and forced his rage down as he questioned

"That's not your name, what did your parents call you?"

Freak blinked several more times, and looked at Klaus. Parents what were those? Were the like his relatives? Did they call him something? Give him a name? He blinked and looked at Klaus before saying again

"Freak."

Whatever control he had over his rage and anger was gone, his fangs broke free from his gums. The veins under his eyes began to pulse with life and he was suddenly feeling very, very thirsty he felt like hunting.

Freak titled his head to his side, he had read about them vampyrs, or something similar. Did that mean the nice man that had saved him wanted to eat him?

"You eat Freak?"

That snapped Klaus out of his anger how could such a young child ask that? What possessed him to ask that question? Klaus looked at the child and shook his head

"No i wont be eating you, i am going to look after you and first thing is first a name!"

Freak blinked several times a name? But that would mean he would be normal, he would have family.

Something that was foreign to both of them.

The two spent several hours going over a book of names until one was decided

Hadrian Henrik Mikealson.

Son of Niklaus.

The wizarding world didn't know what would hit them when he turned 11 and Niklaus's family?

Well lets just say they were in for a large shock when they met Hadrian.