After 90 years of running, it had to come to an end. She found herself in Mystic Falls, a place she'd be dreading to go to but it was bound to happen. Luna Salvatore, the youngest Salvatore, arrived in Mystic Falls. Little did she know, her coming t...
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animal-sir chloe "i tried to love you but you're not my type"
Luna loathed watching her brother rip through people, and she hated that she was forced to do it alongside him in Klaus' company. She couldn't completely decipher the feelings that had befallen her in the short time she'd spent with him. Her anger had not been satiated, and she couldn't find it within herself to forgive him -- or at least say the words out loud.
Klaus' feelings for her weren't complicated, he loved her. That was it. He adored everything she did. He didn't care if she hated him or not, his feelings for her weren't going away anytime soon. But Klaus had a thought in the back of his mind that she was warming up to him. He took note of her heart beat speeding up whenever they were in close proximity, the glances they would share like they used to. But he wasn't going to act on the thought until he was completely sure she felt the same way. And who knows how long that would take.
And then there's Stefan. Stefan just really didn't want to be there.
Klaus and Luna sped in front of a woman who was just outside her house. Klaus had his arm around Luna's waist, holding her close. And she didn't push it away. She felt like she would crumble under his touch, it was comforting. But the warm feeling quickly disappeared when she thought about his betrayal, the 90 years she wasted running from him.
Klaus' hand wrapped around Luna waist, tugging her closer towards him in an attempt to antagonise her. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose, clamping her mouth shut to not startle the blonde woman who came out of the home.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Klaus said in an awful American accent. Luna looked at him with wide eyes when he spoke in the accent. She much preferred his regular voice.
"Can I help you two?" The woman spoke.
"Yeah, my, uh, my car ran out of gas a couple miles back. We've been walking forever, and yours is the first house I've come to. I was hoping we could use your phone." Klaus explained, Luna bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing at the awful accent and she felt his fingernails barely digging in her side as a warning.
"Don't you have a cell phone?" The woman rebutted narrowing her eyes sceptically at the pair.
"Heh. Yeah. Battery died, so did hers." Klaus answered, pulling out his phone and showing it. "Look, I promise we're not serial killers, we just want to use your phone."
The woman huffed, "Sure," She hesitated, turning around to go back into her house.
"So...we can come in?" Klaus asked.
"No. I'll get the phone and bring it out to you." The woman rejected.
Klaus' grin dropped into a deadly glare, and he started speaking in his normal voice, "I thought you country folk were supposed to be more trusting."
