Author: NeonBerry PM
Klaus was nothing but a sadistic killer. Until he found her. His life began to change, without him realizing, as he felt what it was like to have a friend, to trust someone. This is their story.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Klaus - Chapters: 6 - Words: 20,829 - Reviews: 46 - Favs: 37 - Follows: 34 - Updated: 01-17-12 - Published: 07-04-11 - id: 7144620
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Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries.
I'm basically in love with Klaus. It's not like a in 'love' love, more like a fascination with this character. He's simply amazing. I'd definitely love to know more about him, his character and how he was like when he was human. I've always wondered, so I made this FanFic specially dedicated to my favourite character on TVD. And who knows, I might just fall in love with him fo realz.
Team Klaus! (:
(Now that Joseph Morgan's a regular, I'm gonna be glued to the TV every thursday night) (A)
The cool, thick air was suffocating. England had a way of creating the most abominable of weather conditions sometimes, and while it certainly didn't benefit anyone, it almost always successfully displeased the inhabitants with little effort necessary. Opaque clouds of grey, as thick as could be, slowly dragged themselves over the dark blue sky. The whole atmosphere of it was melancholic and despairing.
To add more inconvenience, there was the disadvantage of wandering about, alone, as the darkness seeped in, indicating night was approaching.
Through the dense forests that endlessly continued, a single sound could be heard that silently pleaded. To a normal person, it would seem as though a mini tornado was raging through the deep forests, trying to escape. Moving so quickly, it tore off branches and flung stones in the air, leaving a trail of ominous howls behind it.
Only something (that was not quite human) could detect the frantic huffs of breathing, the cries that were suppressed between terrified lips and delicate black tresses that glided through the air, so quickly that it almost looked like ribbons flowing in the wind.
Could it have been possible to run any faster?
Suddenly, the gust of wind faltered, as the object slowed down, immediately halting to a stop. The moon, being the only source of pure light, shined ever so radiantly on the object and the silhouette forming behind it revealed the truth: A girl.
She hastily looked back to see if she was being followed. There was no doubt that she was though, nor was there any way to make out if her follower was near or far. But nevertheless, he'd certainly catch up to her very soon. He was relentless that way, and she was determined to do anything to prevent from being caught. Death would seem heavenly, compared to the nightmarish tortures she would go through if she was captured.
A quick glance at her feet widened her eyes even more. There was blood caked all over from where the branches and stones and whatnot had slit through her delicate skin. Her eyes quickly scanned her hands and the situation was the same. The blood had dried though, as the wounds had healed as quickly as they had been formed.
She sighed miserably as she lifted her hands to caress her face. What had she done to be treated in this way? Death seemed more appealing and merciful, compared to her horrific fate. It terrified her, of what would happen if she were to fall back into his hands. Unimaginable things. Her fate would be sealed.
Despite the urgency, she decided to stand for a few seconds, inhaling the thick scent of wood and earth around her. Her eyes closed briefly, as her train of thought wandered to the day that had changed her life. The events played in her mind, like a tragic horror movie, and she bit her lip to keep herself from making any sound.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some weeks before (1052 A.D.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mother! MOTHER! Vivienne stole my necklace again!"
"No I haven't! It's complete rubbish! I haven't touched the damn thing!"
"No, SHE'S lying!"
Both girls angrily exchanged looks as their mother trotted over to them with a rather annoyed expression.
"Vivienne, I've had enough of this bickering over a little necklace!" Their mother eyed Vivienne suspiciously with a tinge of exhaustion. "If you have taken the necklace, just give it to your sister."
"But, I haven't got it!" whined Vivienne. Her face was completely serious, and one wouldn't expect her to be guilty. That is, if you were someone else. Only her mother and sister could read the lie carefully woven onto a completely void expression. She was good at it.
"Yes you do, you LIAR! Hand it over, and I'll try not to hurt you."
"Seraphina, is that any way to talk to your younger sister?" The mother glared at her daughter for making a threat, and instead of apologizing, Seraphina looked hard into her sister's eyes.
"Look, just give it already. I've told you countless times that father brought it for ME. Not you. ME. He gave you your own, so why do you keep stealing mine!"
"Because yours is prettier! I hate mine! He ALWAYS gives you the better things! It's not fair! I want it, please?" Vivienne looked knowingly into her sister's eyes and Seraphina could do nothing but sigh heavily.
"I need it right now. I want to wear it for our guests this evening. You can have it later, but promise that you won't take it without asking me first."
"Then it's settled", concluded their mother, shedding a huge sigh of relief. Vivienne jumped excitedly like a cute puppy, squealing with delight. She ran over to hug her sister, or more like tackle her.
"Ah ah ah", Seraphina raised her hand cautioning her younger sister to stop (and almost trip onto her). "I've simply agreed to let you have MY necklace after I use it. No need to physically thank me. Verbally is fine actually." She rolled her eyes as Vivienne thanked her in the most kind of ways.
As soon as the little girl had left, Seraphina turned to her mother, who was relieved that the disagreements were finally over. "Did you see that? She's become so clever, the little sprout. One little thing goes wrong, and she's a monster. But when she gets what she wants, she suddenly becomes as sweet as an angel."
Her mother smiled warmly at her eldest daughter. "She is but a child, my dear. You are the eldest though. You must set an example, rather than become a child yourself", her mother chuckled sweetly.
"It is only the truth. For you are a child no longer." It was true. Seraphina stood a bit taller than her mother, looking at her with eyes that were filled with nostalgia and bitterness. Who knew being eighteen years old would be such a disgrace?
Her mother's look was the same. She caressed her daughter's beautiful face.
"My dearest Seraphina. We must get ready for our guests, hm?" Seraphina nodded obediently. And although she was completely bitter from inside after what had happened, she knew well to fixate a look filled with kindness and welcoming.
After all, these so called 'guests' would definitely notice her, and she didn't want to look like she'd just come out of a fight.
Their home was a beautiful medium-sized cottage made of strong wood and stone. It was located just outside the dense forest, and had a trail that extended out onto the main road, which then led straight to the small town of Heynedera.
Noises of hooves clattering and people chatting were faintly heard, which was exactly the reason why Aria, the mother, had chosen to live there. It was peaceful and serene. The area behind the cottage, which was clear of any trees, was where Seraphina's father kept the sheep. A circular fence surrounded the animals to sustain them, occasionally opened only by their father.
The cottage itself was quite big from the inside. Seraphina, much to her chagrin, shared her room with Vivienne, while her other sister Cassandra and her younger brother Callum shared one together. There was a gathering room, where the guests would be seated. There was the kitchen, Callum's favourite place.
Then there was the quiet study where Aria, her mother, would practice her spells.
Seraphina never quite understood the importance of her mother being a witch. Her father didn't seem to mind, her siblings hadn't the faintest idea of it, which left only her to contemplate what to make of being part witch herself. It certainly wasn't flattering news when her mother had informed her, but she had decided to want nothing to do with it despite her mother's disapproval.
Being the eldest, it was expected of her to be obedient and make a proper example for her other siblings. Yet she entered her warm room, trying not to think of effective ways to get back at her impudent sister. It was difficult being the eldest. Sometimes she wished she had no siblings, or that she would be younger than all of them. Vivienne, the youngest, certainly seemed to enjoy herself, committing crimes and still getting away with it.
Little imbecile, she muttered, sitting down.
She undid her hair from a bun, letting the luxurious tresses fall ever so delicately, covering her upper body. Her hair was of the darkest of black, completely straight and smooth like the skin of an olive.
Her eyes were equally black, which had surprised her mother. The rest of the siblings had light brown or brown hair, with dark brown eyes. Hers were completely black. Darker than night, her mother had commented once. It was easy to get lost in them, she had joked.
Seraphina put on her blue full-sleeved dress, which hugged her curves innocently and made her look even more beautiful than she was. Her rosy lips pressed against each other as she hummed quietly.
Unlike the others, her skin was a bit fairer although a bit tan. It was a beautiful light coffee complexion, together with her straight black hair hanging loosely; she looked like a goddess of innocence and purity.
That all had changed when Cassandra's piercing scream made her jump with fear. Her heart began to beat wildly as she shivered whilst breaking into a run to see what had caused the pandemonium.
She followed the cries of help and upon entering the gathering room, what she saw made her consider a thousand times to run back, run away. There was her sister, lying lifelessly on the floor with blood splattered all over her pure white dress. Her neck was ripped apart with bite marks only a raging psychotic animal could have made.
Seraphina choked, unable to move or make a sound, as it dawned upon her; her sister was dead. "No", she gasped, barely getting the word out as she stumbled across the room to Cassandra's body.
"No! NO!" Seraphina let out a cry of horror as she tried to get a hold of her sister's body. She lifted Cassandra into her lap and unsuccessfully tried to resuscitate her.
It was too late.
"Cassandra! No, please...please this can't be…", her voice shook with horror and pain upon the realization that her sister was truly dead. Her lifeless body lay in Seraphina's lap, while the elder sister cried her heart out, unable to speak or breathe properly as she hugged the corpse. Hot tears trickled down her cheek as she clutched onto her sister's body, unable to believe that she was gone.
Letting her go, it was then that Seraphina noticed properly. Her eyes. Her sister's eyes. They were terror-stricken. The brown eyes stared back at her lifelessly as the horror in them was enough to convince Seraphina that the cause of death was still lurking by.
Her body froze solid as chills climbed down her spine when she finally heard a creaking sound. She immediately turned around and gasped wildly, only to see her mother who was also covered in blood, trying to crawl towards her daughter. "Moth-er? Wha- what happened?" Aria stayed silent whilst approaching Seraphina, who tried to support her.
Suddenly, her mother grabbed her head with both hands and began chanting furiously. Seraphina screamed as Aria's grip tightened, sending impulses to her brain. The pain intensified, and her mother let go at the last moment. "Wha- what did you do?", she asked holding her head with both hands.
"Shh, my love." Aria hushed her child as her last breaths came out in a huff. Seraphina watched with horror as her mother collapsed right after warning her with pleading eyes filled with fright. "It won't stop. Run, my dear. Promise me you'll run."
"Mother!", she cried out. But Aria was already gone. Seraphina barely stood up to look down at her mother's body. Her breathing intensified and tears poured out endlessly. What could she do? What was happening? Once again, her body became rigid and frozen as she realized a figure standing behind. The silhouette wasn't quite clear, but she could make out a person.
She braced herself as she slowly turned around, heart beating so fast that probably the whole town could hear it from where she was standing.
There, standing in front of her was the murderer. He looked completely human, except that he had long sharp fangs to replace his teeth. His eyes were blood red with black veins clearly visible on skin. His hair was dark, and he stood taller than her with a muscular body.
He stared directly at her. Unable to comprehend, it seemed at first. But then he began to walk menacingly towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. Seraphina found herself flabbergasted. Vampire. He was a vampire. Her body trembled and shivered with fear as he approached, a slight smile formed on his bloody lips.
The air was silent, making Seraphina realize that she was the only one who was alive. He had killed them. Her whole family. She shook uncontrollably with tears silently escaping her eyes as he walked up to her, eyes like a demon.
His ice cold hands caressed her face gently as he lifted her chin up to meet his eyes. He hummed whilst tracing her chin with his ring finger. Seraphina found herself staring back at him with pure fear, instead of closing her eyes. He smirked at her evilly. She waited, what seemed to be forever for him to drain her dry.
Instead he licked his fangs ravenously and spoke with a voice that sent more shivers down her spine than anything before. "You", he breathed, "you're coming with me." Seraphina watched as his fangs retracted and his eyes turned to a normal dark brown color.
Before she knew it, a wave of darkness enveloped her as she descended further and further into the abyss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seraphina shot her eyes open and looked around with fear. She was alone. But not for long. Durandus would soon be catching up to her
He was a vampire after all, a powerful one; he'd waste no time in trying to find her. She was his slave. His slave for torture, pleasure, abuse and anything else that came to his mind. She shook her head, hugging herself as the cold, unpleasantly breeze swept against her body. Taking a deep breath, she set out to run again.
The air fell against her face with full force as she ran faster than she ever had.
The gust of wind following her caused leaves, rocks and dirt to fly into the sky. Frantically she searched for a clearing. Or a sound. Any sound, that she could run towards. Perhaps it'd be someone who could help her, protect her possibly? But was that even possible? She was aware of what Durandus was exactly. He'd mentioned that he was an original vampire, one of the oldest vampires in the world.
Therefore, stronger and faster in every way. He'd taken her forcefully, turned her into a vampire against her will and spent the rest of his time sadistically torturing her.
The indescribable, miserable few weeks she'd spent being his prisoner, he'd delightfully explained that there were eight other originals besides him. All were members of his family, two obviously being his parents. She'd seen some paintings of them, whilst snooping in his room. Of course, he had found out. That night had probably been her worst night of all.
How she'd been able to escape from his prison, she had no clue. All she knew was that he'd be full of rage by now. There was no way she would allow herself to be caught. And if she was, heaven forbid, she'd never make it out alive without limping and weeping with pain.
Her eyes squinted as she ran like a madman through the forest night. Halting again to a complete stop, she heard something that made her heart cry out in relief. Sounds! Sounds of people talking! From what she heard, it was just a few, but nonetheless it gave her immense hope. Hope. She'd lost any chance of it since the last few weeks.
Stumbling happily, unable to express her sudden relief, she ran towards the voices. Sure enough, she came to a small clearing where a few cottages were lined together and shadows of people conversing could be seen.
She frantically cried out with frustration. They were human. At least, they seemed human. What good could they do? They'd only get themselves killed if they agreed to help her. She was doomed.
She approached to the side of one cabin and peered out to look at them. There were three men. Two seemed like soldiers, or whatever they were, they surely weren't commoners. Both held guns to their sides and wore large brown boots.
The third man stood tall and his long, wavy dark blond hair was just above his shoulders. His back was towards her, so she couldn't make out his face. Seraphina bit her lip as she made sure she was hidden behind the cottage as she watched the three men, deciding whether or not to ask for help.
They stood there, talking. She was sure that they'd end their conversation soon, so she hesitantly decided which was better; let them leave without asking for help? What would she do then? Continue running? No, he'd surely find her. Then would she ask for help? Would they help her?
She let out a defeated sigh. Her hands trembled as she kept them wrapped around her body. Her hair was a complete mess, as was her face. She was aware that she looked like an attacked victim or a rape victim. Her lips felt dry and dusty, while her body trembled towards the ground and she complied, unable to keep her balance.
Blood. She needed blood. All that running had worn her out. To her horror, she felt a strong lust strike her as she smelt the scent of the talking humans. The soldiers seemed delicious, but the blond man wasn't as appetizing.
To her confusion, he didn't smell alluring at all. She shook her head with disgust. How could she think of draining people? Inhaling their scent?
Just before she realized, the men parted, saying their goodbyes. She frantically hid behind the cottage as the soldiers headed off towards the direction opposite to hers, while the blond man got onto his horse and began coming towards her.
His face wasn't clear. And it was only when he came a little closer that she realized, with pure shock and terror as she traced the edges of his familiar face with her eyes;
AHA! There he is! I was waiting impatiently for Klaus to come, TA-DA!