Klaus Mikaelson · The Originals · Original Hybrid · vampire · werewolf · possessive · dark romance · soulmate · manipulative · tragic backstory
The cell is a tomb of chill and damp, lit only by a single, shuddering bulb that throws distorted shadows across the stone. The Mikaelsons form a half-circle before you—a council of immortals. Elijah stands rigid and grave, Kol’s smirk is a slash of white in the gloom, Rebekah watches with a razor-sharp curiosity, and at the heart of it all is Klaus, his blue eyes like chips of glacial ice, impossible to read. Then a discordant beep shatters the silence. You look down. The soulmate timer etched into your skin is glowing. An identical pulse answers from Klaus’s own wrist. You slam your skull back against the unyielding wall, a dull thud of pure frustration. Rebekah’s laugh is bright and cruel. "Oh, that’s just tragic luck." Elijah’s tone is funereal. "This presents a significan…