MORE OF BURNED PLEASE AND THANK YOUUUUU
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Anonymous said: Could you please do a part 2 of Burned? I'm sucker for the soulmate trope and your drabbles are amazing! I look forward to them every week!!!
The runes inscribed on his shoulder blade left some room for interpretation, which turned into something like a pastime for Rebekah. She wasted many an afternoon over the centuries wondering what her intended might say that finally brought her the joy of a soulmate bond. A thousand years of assuming his human mate had long since died left him drained of any sentiment for the idea, however, and Klaus had no patience for dreaming of impossibilities when the reality of breaking his curse was at hand.
Except the pretty, little vampire before him seemed perfectly real to him, her wrist very much in his hand.
He might not have taken heed of her words had a blade of ice not appeared to dig into his shoulder, carving out the runes he rarely thought of until they burned into his awareness. His grip unknowingly tightened until she released a pained gasp, but like hell was he going to let her slip free. “Apologies,” he murmured, gently moving his hand up to her elbow instead.
Though she glared, Caroline’s eyes still tracked the glide of his skin against hers, her fangs poking into her bottom lip. He felt an overwhelming urge to tug her closer, made primal when she easily stepped forward at the barest touch.
Holding back a growl, Klaus forced himself not to attack the wolf for the claim his little mate had made. “Greta.” The witch tried her containment spell again, this time successfully binding the wolf with invisible ties. “Chain him back.”
“And when you’re finished, go to Maddox. Help him execute Plan B.” His tone brooked no argument, though Greta had grown too comfortable in his preference. Even now, he could tell she wanted to challenge his command, but she did as he needed and made her way out of the small dungeon.
The wolf struggled loudly with his chains, his heart pounding with the effort. “Leave her alone.”
A crushing wave of possessiveness brought forth Klaus’s fangs, and he finally tore his gaze from Caroline - only for her to pull him back, her hand tangling in his necklaces to hold him close.
“I’ll run,” she warned, her voice low. “Hurt my friends, and you’ll never see me again.”
She was a brave one, his mate. Laying a gentle hand on her cheek, he couldn’t resist a soft stroke over her lips with his thumb. Bravery would get her killed in the wrong hands. “We’ll see, sweetheart,” he said in a reassuring tone.
Then, he snapped her neck and swung her into his arms. Klaus relished the horror in the young wolf’s expression. “I hope one of your friends thinks to look for you when this is all over.” Caroline’s head rolled to rest over his heart, and he just barely resisted a fond glance down. “I’d like to humor her from time to time, no reason not to start now.”
Before the boy could answer, Klaus sped out of the cellar. He needed to find his mate a safe place for her incapacitated state, preferably one she couldn’t escape should she wake early. But it was a simple enough problem to solve, and quickly - he had a curse to break. Nothing - not even Caroline - would derail him now.
