Regret - 𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝗼𝐧

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Third person POV

"Come on camie none of that stuff is true" the hybrid spoke, taking a sip of bourbon in his hands. The blonde rolled her eyes and sighed. "Klaus your bottling up what needs to be released and that's not healthy" she tried to explain.

He chucked quietly yet it wasn't an amused laugh. "Well perhaps I need to kill a couple of vampires to let my anger- no sadness out" he smiled a not so friendly smile. "You need to learn that killing people isn't going to solve your problems" she said.

"Well it worked for me for the past 1,000 years why can't it work now" he asked. "It's not about it working" she stood up from her chair angrily. "It's about learning to let it out with having someone sacrifice their life" she stood in front of him.

He slammed the bourbon on the table and leaned closer to her face. They were so close if one of them moved forward a little bit they would be kissing. She swallowed hard as she looked at him. "This conversation is over" he said grabbing his coat and walking out.

She let out a shaky breath before collapsing in her chair. She was well aware of her feelings for the hybrid but she refused to act on it afraid to get rejected, being close to him trigger a bunch of emotions.

Klaus Mikaelson wasn't incapable of love, she new that. He loved his siblings. Yea he had a funny way of showing it but he loved his family dearly. What he was incapable of is trust. Klaus Mikaelson only trusted himself.

That was a fact.

Also one of the main reasons she refused to act on her feelings. Klaus slept with Hayley getting her pregnant in the process, yes she aborted it but camie was scared that she would be one of his fuck buddies.

All she needed was a little push to get the courage to ask him out which soon will come find her. But there's always something in her way, something that refuses to let her get close to klaus.

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝗼𝐧 Gilbert was a very outgoing type of person. No he wasn't the dude who was best friends with the jock. He was actually quite skinny, not bony, he still had a nice six pack but very lean and tall.

Besides having a very asshole-y type of personality he loved his adoptive family a lot. He was adopted by the Gilbert' along with his sister Elena. She was a nice girl, loving, always trying to find the best in people.

Jason was best friends with her boyfriend, Damon Salvatore. Them as a duo was very dangerous, both vampires and both had the same crazy personality. It was obvious they would click as soon as they met.

And here they were now, In Damon's car having a trip to New Orleans.

"So Damon, what's the forecast today" Jason asked seeing a blonde girl on the sidewalk. "Well sir today's forecast says it's going to get bloody so hide your necks" damon smiled. Jason chuckled as they parked on the sidewalk.

Jason bit his lip slightly, getting out the car and running his hands through his slightly long hair. He walked up until he was straight in front of the blonde causing her to bump into him.

She raised her head surprised and smiled embarrassingly. "Oh I'm sorry about that" she apologized. "I'm sorry to" he replied smirking slightly. "For this" he then spoke. His pupils dilated as he told her to not move or scream.

He grabbed the back of her neck before sinking his teeth into her neck. It was heavenly. The sweet blood poured into his mouth, traveling down his throat at a slow place. He took his teeth out of her with a sigh as blood dripped down his chin.

He wiped it out before telling her to forget this ever happened and move on with her day. He used super-speed to get to the car faster, opening it and getting in. "Better?" Damon asked smiling. Jason nodded his head "much" he laughed slightly.

And with that they were back on the road to New Orleans.