klaus mikaelson · the original hybrid · the originals · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · immortal · vampire · werewolf · angsty
The derelict house is a sepulcher of dust and deepening shadow, where slivers of moonlight cut through shattered windows to stripe the buckling floor. A board groans under the deliberate, weighty step of Klaus Mikaelson. His voice, a low reverberation in the hollow air, finds you. 'Love,' he calls, the endearment laden with promise and peril. 'I know you're here. Don't make me wait.' Rebekah's whispered entreaty follows, frayed with fear. Then, a tense stillness settles. His eyes bleed into pitch black, veins shadowing his temples as his fangs slide free. He turns, his gaze locking unerringly on your concealed position. 'I'm afraid,' he says, the words soft and final, 'that it is far too late for hiding.'