for years, his mind had been set on one goal, and she had been the one and only thing he needed to accomplish it. klaus mikaelson was never a man to be taken for a fool; nearly everyone who met him knew this simple truth. In the original vampire, there was a power so great that it brought men, strong dynamic men, to their knees in dismay. truly, there had only been one to defy him. one woman who went against all odds and risk her life to oppose the original vampire himself: katerina petrova. he could still remember clearly the day in which he had first lay eyes upon the doppelganger. all men, including his very own brother, looked to her for the seductress that she had been… falling helplessly under her spell. klaus, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was. there had been no tempting him, no enticing… klaus was never so easily swept away by fluttering eyelashes and a sweet voice. yet, other men were weak. they thought little of the larger picture at hand that seemed to keep them all alive. it had been many years since the original vampire had laid eyes upon katerina… until now. it was dark, the bright lights of the city had all but faded over london when the clear sight of whispering brunette locks caught the corner of klaus’ eye. “ ------ petrova. ” his voice, low, almost in a whisper, called out to her as he saw the sight of the woman enter a small pub just off the corner of main street. it was not to gain her attention, but rather to send a warning… he had found her and death, her death, was very near.
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