Reader x Klaus Mikaelson
(NOT MY GIF)
Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson.
Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha
N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one.
Word Count: 2325
I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.
Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.
She might have a solid point.
Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.
I miss like crazy those cold winter days…
Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister
You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.
“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”
“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”
“Don’t make excuses!”
“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.
The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.
A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.
“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”
“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”
“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”
“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”
Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.
“Can we please have some fun now?”
“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”
You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.
You tapped your feet nervously on the floor, grasping the fine tissue of your dress and looking from side to side. Normally you would not feel like this whenever you had to be alone, which, by the way, you were because your so called best friend decided she needed to dance with a random guy; however, there was something about this place that made you unsure, although you could not quite place it just yet.
The martini glass you ordered was lying lazily on the table, but, long ago, you realised that alcohol was not what you were craving. Matter fact, you did not even wanted that, it was only to keep the appearances. One thing did manage to capture your attention, though. A tall dark guy who gave you the eye all night long. Heck, he smelt delicious.
It’s settled then, you thought, licking your lips and smiling at him. A shy wave followed your previous actions. That was clearly an invitation for him to come closer and he took your lure, walking towards you rather fast.
“Good evening, Mrs…?”
“Salvatore, Y/N Salvatore.”
“Lovely name.” The guy whispered, taking your hand and kissing its back, while glancing at you with lustful eyes. “I’m Thomas.”
Leaning in, you stared deep into his eyes, it was time to make sure poor Tom would not let out peep. The compulsion was easy, since your diet consisted in human blood. That was so because, unlike your baby brother, you had an amazing control and only killed if it was strictly necessary.
“Uh, Thomas, what do you say we go outside to catch some fresh air? I’m feeling a bit claustrophobic here.”
“Of course.” He answered, offering you his arm and you accepted gladly. “I am sorry if I’m crossing some lines, but I just have to say you look beautiful tonight.”
“Oh, thanks, Tommy.”
You could not blame him for being completely numb under the effect of your presence. Although human’s inner self preservation instinct should repel the vampire allure, it did the exactly opposite, pushing them straight to their deaths.
The streets were a bit cold and the dark haired boy gave you his coat. A minor smile showed up and he bit his lower lip, his heart pounding fast against his chest.
“What brings you to New Orleans?” Thomas suddenly asked and you looked away, uncomfortable. “I’m sorry if I was rude… It’s just, you seem like you’re new around here and…”
Two of your delicates fingers were placed softly against his lips, shutting him off. Afterwards, you chuckled, finding it extremely funny how confused he looked.
“We don’t have to talk about this.” It was barely a whisper, your hands slowly descending to his neck, making it all so sensual. “Do we?”
“No.” His lips were quivering in anticipation. “C-Can I… Urgh…”
Observing him meticulously, you raised a brown and clamped your lower lip between your teeth. They all seemed so alike, always stuttering and looking naive… It was what made the hunt so interesting: seeing how far they would resist to the trap’s temptation.
“Oh, Thomas…” The boy suddenly was caged against the brick wall. “I know you want to kiss me.”
You pursed your lips, slipping a nail on the tender skin of his neck. It was noticeable how fast his heart was beating and the adrenaline scent was driving you crazy. Too good for you to wait any longer to taste it.
The man did not scream when you jumped on his body, caving to your desire and ripping his flesh. A loud moan escaped whilst you tasted the sweet liquid leaking from his carotid, entirely fulfilling your needs.
“I don’t know what looks more delicious, love, you or the drinking you’re having.” A male strong voice said, snapping you out of your frenzy. “I guess I’d have to savour you first to know for sure.”
Even though Thomas’ hands were still gripping the back of your thighs, keeping you two close together, it was not quite this proximity that made your body, especially in the middle of your legs, warm up. You swallowed a groan and got back to your own feet, finally staring at the handsome blond who was talking to you.
“May I know who are you?”
“I’m slightly touched that you don’t know it yet.” He took your hand taking it to his silk pink lips. “I’m Klaus Mikaelson.”
You frowned, stumped, upon hearing that name and the man chuckled, his eyes still burning your bare skin. The oldest vampire in existence was flirting with you and the only sane thought in your mind was that you would never doubt Lexi’s word again. He was definitely astonishing.
“Are you related to Stefan Salvatore?” Mikaelson asked, intrigued.
"Do you know my brother?”
“Ah, siblings… I do know him. Quite friend of mine.” His thick British accent made your panties grew wetter and you had to chew your lips to avoid an unwanted moan. “Oh, love, but I don’t wish to speak about him.”
“Then what do you with me?”
“Well, your scent draw me here.” Klaus was incredibly close, his hands carelessly touching the drapes on your dress. “So fucking good I had to check its owner out.”
He kissed your jawline, slowly descending to your neck, his nose touched you and made you shudder out of pleasure. You let your head fall back, noticing the guy you had been feeding on was gone, but, when Mikaelson’s warm tongue was pressed against your skin, he was soon forgotten.
“This is crazy.” You muttered, panting lightly. “I don’t even know you.”
“Does it matters?”
He retorted, buckling his bulge against your throbbing core and stealing a mewl from you.
“No. It doesn’t.” You stated quickly, clutching his hair, as Klaus examined your minimum movements.
“Then what you say we get out here?”
The whole scene was so hot that it swallowed you, not allowing you to notice when another person joined in the quiet hidden place you two were, totally interrupting and breaking the moment.
“Rebekah sent me to find you… Y/N?” It was Stefan’s voice that made you regain your consciousness. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m the one who should be asking the questions.”
“I told you and Damon to leave me alone.” Your brother rolled his eyes, crossing arms. “I’m fine.”
“Stefan, you don’t fool me.” Despite the anger you feel towards his emotionless actions, your voice came out tender. “I watched you grew up and I understand why…”
“Get this into your head: I don’t care.” His voice tone showed his annoyance.
“Come with me, please. Otherwise I’ll have to…”
“Just leave me alone, Y/N.” He shrugged, huffing, and stared at the blond behind you. "Rebekah wanted me to find you, now that I did, excuse me, I sort of have a girl awaiting for me.”
Yet, before you were able to follow him and give him a piece of your mind, Klaus snatched your wrist, forbidding you to do so, which made you even more mad. For a split second you wondered if Klaus’ true intentions were to spoil the first time you saw your brother after almost a year and crush your expectations on ever turning on his humanity switch. Anger bubbled across your form and you roughly freed yourself from his grasp.
“That’s why you came here?” You yelled. “To mess up my plans?”
“Be careful with your tone, sweetheart.” Klaus snarled. “Don’t forget who I am.”
“Answer me!” Your eyes were narrowed, while your hands were splayed on his chest. “Come on!”
“No.” He shouted. “I didn’t know you were his sister until you told me. And I’m honestly not interested in more family drama.”
Right that second you desperately wanted to find somebody else to blame for your constant failure at keep your family balanced. Once you admitted defeat, tears began to pour and you just fall on the ground, not bothering about tearing your dress or if you were not alone. It was something you could not hold inside any more.
The Mikaelson sighed, kneeling in front of you and raising your chin, exposing you to a deep blue eyed stare, it was like facing a wide ocean. Your breathing was still uneven and it only grew worse when he, carefully, stroke your cheeks, wiping the stupid teardrops which kept streaming down your face like someone had turned the faucet in your eyes on.
“I am sorry I look so pathetic…” It was sincere apology, Klaus was an unknown person who did not need to be in the middle of this. “You can leave me here if you want, I’ll be fine.”
"Okay, I don’t normally do this, but you clearly need it.”
He wrapped your waist with his arms and helped you stand up, a little exhausted. Almost as if someone injected vervain directly on your veins.
“I’m going to take you on date.” A gorgeous smile curved his lips, enlightening his entire face. “I almost made you my own, it’s only fair. And it’ll help to forget all that drama.”
"One night with the mighty Mikaelson?” You looked up, scratching your neck and pretended you were thinking about it. “What the heck, I don’t have anything to lose, anyway.”
“Actually, I’m pretty sure you will come back for more.”
“Drop the smug act.”
“Quit being a cry baby.”
As both of you laughed, walking away from that dark spot, you though you had never met someone as intense as Klaus Mikaelson. It was definitely going to be an unforgettable night and, fuck, Lexi should set her ears ready to rear every single detail, because you were sure it was going to wild. Also, if you were a little bit lucky, it would be quite naughty as well.