The Originals Imagines

Meet Cute- Klaus Mikaelson

Warnings- Mentions of abusive family members, dickish alpha males, swearing, death, blood, ripped out hearts, Abuse.

"I honestly don't understand it, Y/N. You could do so much better." Kol says to me from the other side of the couch. He quickly throws his legs over onto my lap as he stretches out. I roll my eyes as I push his legs off. Which earns a returned eye roll.

"You know it's your brother you're talking about right now? Right?" I responded.

"That's exactly my point. My dearest brother is someone I would never see in love," a look of disgust crosses Kol's face, "well, other than the love he has for his precious daggers."

I slightly laugh at the remark, while Kol looks like he's going to remember every time he's crossed paths with said daggers. I wave my hand in front of his face trying to knock him out of his thoughts.

"My apologies, just really hoping I never cross paths with those dastardly things again." Kol says, shaking his head in disgust.

"As long as I am around my friend. I won't let Klaus touch you." Kol loses the smirk on his face and replaces it with a soft smile.

"Once again, I have no idea how you decided my brother was a good match for yourself." I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Opposites attract I guess." Kol didn't seem very impressed with the answer.

"Ok my friend, let me ask you this, how exactly did you and my brother meet?"

"Well, um. It all started in Tennessee..."

"Y/N would you stop being a nuisance and do something." Malcolm, the pack's alpha asked me.

"And what exactly would you like me to do?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my tongue. Malcolm's eyes darkened as he walked towards me. His hand quickly came up and grabbed my throat. I felt the oxygen quickly leave my throat as he pushed me to the nearest tree. The wood scratching my back. I reached my hand up and tried to push him away but his grip was much stronger. I tried looking behind him for one of the other pack members to help me. But they all just kept their eyes down, ignoring my gasps for help.

"You need to learn your place, child. Do you understand me?" He brought the other hand up to my mouth.

"This is the reason your father hated you, you know. This mouth of yours and never knowing when to shut it." I could feel tears start to prick at the corners of my eyes. He brought a finger up and brushed it along my bottom lip. I opened my mouth again and latched my teeth onto his finger.

"Fuck!" Malcom backed away quickly, holding the now bleeding finger. I quickly inhaled, finally feeling the oxygen filling my lungs once again. 

"You complain a lot about my mouth, when you never seem to shut yours either."

I felt quite proud of my little badass moment until I saw Malcolm fully stand up and watched as he started walking towards me again. I felt my heart beat pick up and waited for Malcolm to give me his worst until all I was looking at was a back.

"Now, is that any way to treat the young lady?" An almost british accent filled my ears.

I looked up to see a man with dirty blond hair, I had never seen before. But, who I held a sense of gratitude for, for sticking up for me. Something no one in this pack has ever done.

"Who the hell are you?" Malcolm growled at the mystery man. To anyone else it would've unnerved, but the man seemed to be almost amused at the attempt of a threat.

"My name is Klaus. And your dear friend Ray has told me quite a lot about your little group here." I can feel the tension in the air tighten once the name of the man is told. The name of the now Hybrid. Klaus Mikaelson. I had never truly believed he was real growing up, more of a scary story to tell in front of the campfire. The story, about a one thousand year old vampire with a werewolf father. When I had first heard the story I had imagined Klaus to be some wrinkly old man. What I definitely did not expect was him to look like this.