This is a blog dedicated to the sexy as fuck (and cutie pie) character, Klaus Mikaelson. Cause he is perfect in every way possible. Requests are open so feel free to ask for anything you'd like. I'm here to quench your thirst and make your day. oxox
Hello my lovelies ❤️ I know that I haven’t been active lately and I apologize. I come baring good news though. I am currently working on a second Klaus fan-fiction! I’m not sure when it will be out but I will try to get it out as soon as I possibly can. Summer vacation is close so I will finally not have so much stress and will hopefully be able to be more active on this blog. As always, feel free to request any idea’s you might have for fan-fictions :)
A/N: Aye, it’s my first fanfic! Finally lol. It only took me forever to get one out xD. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it! I know it’s really not the best but if you have any helpful suggestions on how I could improve my writing, I would love to hear your guy’s opinions. And as always, feel free to request!
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I was walking back to my house, the sky was a dark shade of blue and the moon illuminated my (Y/H/C) hair. The Louisiana air was humid as usual, making my tank-top and hair cling to my skin. At night time, New Orleans was the most beautiful sight you’ll see. Lights on every street, parties in every house, music playing on every corner. But as beautiful as New Orleans was, there were dangers at night lurking in every alley and shadow.
I took the route I knew I shouldn’t have that night. There was always something bad going on down by the French Quarter but it was faster than the way I usually took after work. As soon as I saw a tall shadow move and heard someone else’s footsteps behind me, my stomach twisted with uneasiness and my heart pounded hard against my heaving chest.
Walking faster down the sidewalk, I heard the person behind me speed up as well. Adrenaline was flooding my legs and my heart by now, making me jog toward my house. The person grew closer, and closer. Soon, I could feel the short, hot breaths of the man behind me.
That’s when I broke into a sprint.
I had to get away from the man because I knew he didn’t just want to say hello. I took a sharp left, trying to gain distance between us but he was fast and I could feel him getting closer to me. God, think (Y/N), think.
I heard loud jazz music and people conversing amongst each other. Of course! Down the alleyway. If I could make it into the alleyway before he caught me, it would open up onto the street with the crowd of people. Maybe I could lose the man in the huge party and get back to my place without him seeing.
Turning into the dark alleyway, I ran faster and faster. I was almost out of the alley and I felt a flood of relief. That was, until I felt a rough hand on my shoulder.
Next thing I knew, I was being tossed into the brick wall of the alley. An overwhelming amount of pain shot through my back as I came in contact with the wall and I screamed out in agony.
The man crouched down to my eye level and covered my mouth with his hand. “Better be quiet or someone might hear you.” The guy said in a silky voice, looking deep into my eyes.
I tried to scream once he removed his hand but nothing would come out. It was exactly like those dreams where you open your mouth but nothing comes out, no matter how bad you want to scream out for help. The ones you usually wake up with a layer of sweat and adrenaline rushing through your veins.
“Now,” The man reached out and tucked a strand of my hair back behind my ear, causing me to flinch. “I just need you to be still and to not struggle.”
My desperate struggling stopped and it was like I became completely paralyzed. I tried to lift my arms and legs off the concrete but nothing happened. I felt dead, I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t speak, couldn’t fight against him. It was like being trapped inside a glass box, banging on the walls, screaming for help, but all you could do was watch what happened from the inside of the glass box.
The back of my eyes stung as tears pooled in my eyes as I began to come to terms that there was no way out, that there was no way to break the glass walls. That I was going to die in this alleyway. I felt the cold trails of tears on my cheeks as he leaned forward and roughly pressed his lips to my neck.
I felt his teeth on my skin for a moment but it was soon replaced by an incredible amount of pain. I would have screamed out because of how bad it felt but my lips still wouldn’t budge. The man proceeded to suck at the bite wound he made, drawing my blood out and drinking the crimson fluid that was now dripping down from his lips.
This was the dark, dangerous side of New Orleans. No one was safe here, even in the day time. So what did the people do to distract themselves from this reality? They made life here a huge party so maybe they could have some fun before their inevitable death comes. That was how New Orleans ran, that was how it had run for the last hundred years.
And now I was going to die because of it, thousands of people around me but no one would hear me because I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move a muscle. I was completely and utterly helpless.
By now, I was numb all over and the edges of my vision were fading into darkness. I saw a flash of movement in the alley before my eyelids closed over my eyes.
A loud, sickening crunch and the sound of flesh ripping apart caught my attention in the sea of blackness my mind was floating in. I wanted to know what was happening but I was too weak to look or see and my eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.
Suddenly, I felt the sensation of soft skin pressed against my lips and the irony taste of blood slipping down my throat. I heard a rough, masculine voice with a thick British accent speaking to me but I couldn’t make out the words. The beginning starts of light stung as I opened my eyes.
Before me, crouched down to my eye level was a man with silvery blue-green eyes and messy, dirty blonde hair. He wore a small smile once he saw that my eyes were open and just the slight curve of his lips seemed to brighten his entire face.
My eyes flitted to my left and what I saw made me want to scream and made my stomach churn. The man that had bit into my neck was lying on the floor without his head. His head was rolling around on the concrete and blood was splattered across the stone and brick walls.
The man grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
“Listen to me love. You can move now and you can talk. Just stay calm, no one else is going to hurt you.”
When I tried to lift my arms off the floor, they moved and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad that I could move again and I could probably talk too now but I didn’t know who this man was. Why had he bothered in helping me? Why had he decapitated that man? He could have just knocked him out but he killed him. How did I know he wasn’t just a psychopath and he was going to kill me like how that other man was?
“Who are you? Why did you help me?” I questioned, grabbing onto the wall for support as I stood up.
“You mean you’ve never heard of me? I’m Klaus Mikaelson.” He said with a crooked smile. Klaus reached out and grabbed my hand as he said this and kissed the back of my hand, sending tingles throughout my body.
“I’ve heard your name before. But you haven’t answered my other question. Why did you help me?” My eyes flicked back to the man’s body on the floor, the sight almost making me gag.
“You should come stay with me and my brother, Elijah. We have plenty of spare rooms that you can stay in.” Klaus offered, the same crooked smile plastered on his face. He was ignoring my question and I wanted to know why he had helped me but I decided to let it slide for now.
He put his hand on the small of my back and ushered me out of the dark alleyway, into the flashing lights of the city once again. Out of the shadows, the moonlight danced on his hair, skin, and clothes. It gave him such a mesmerizing and alluring look that I felt like I could look at him forever.
Even though I was cold, covered in my own blood, and almost died, I found myself smiling as Klaus rambled on about the French Quarter and his brother. And I knew that my life was going to be very different from then on..
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