Klaus is taken from watching Hope in the void after his death and Hayley is taken from the afterlife to both be imprisoned by Malivore.
Twenty year old Hope is held hostage.
Original Story.
Cross The Originals/ True Blood/Fantasy world of vampires...
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DAY ONE OF IMPRISONMENT.
Hayley slowly opened her eyes, the sun streaming in the bedroom window. A strong muscular arm around her waist, a hand on her breast, a hard body pressed up against her back, a muscular thigh and leg snaked through her legs. His body permating hers with an intense heat, her indraw of breath through her nose picked up Klaus's scent, immediately registering she was safe that it had been so long since she had woken up in male arms. This was nice, comforting and safe. She cracked a smirk at the thought of the word safe.
But from the time she had put aside her rage at Klaus over cursing her and the pack for trying to take Hope and keep her safe from Dahlia, putting Hope's wellbeing first. Her and Klaus had become partners for Hope. He had done everything in his power to protect Hope and her from then on.
Klaus had listened to her and even changed his course of direction with some of the words she had spoken to him in caution. Hayley had felt safe with Klaus for a very long time. He saved her life, bowed to an enemy or two for her, came just in time, she chuckled in her mind.
The big bad hybrid always did have timing. He saved Hope from that bitch Greta. Kept Hope safe from the fanatics. He had sacrificed himself and years of time with Hope over and over again. Hayley had meant it in her letter to him when she wrote, she would choose him over again to be the Father of their daughter.
He had wanted to be a better Father than Mikael and Klaus had been. Even in death watching over Hope, until Hope found peace. Hayley's heart was squeezing tight. Hope hadn't found peace.
Hayley sensed Klaus waking up. Vamp flipping over within his embrace locking him in place with one arm, pulling her head back slightly to see those blue green eyes, so like Hope's, his hair longer than she'd ever seen him wear it and blonder, much blonder than before she had died, those puffy pink lips of his that had always fascinated her, such beautiful lips on a sharp handsome face, who was she kidding he was gorgeous.
She had often dreamed about those lips, kissing them, biting them, having them move all over her body, that had been a reoccurring fantasy of hers about the fourth year mark of him being away with the Hollow. She had been shocked at the time, where had this dream come from? She had tried to block them at first, but that had not worked.
She had gone out with Declan. He had blue eyes, blonde hair. She had tried to capture some Klausness with Declan, but a human was a poor substitute. Leaving Declan and going back to the compound, getting her toys, going into Klaus's room and pleasuring herself for hours with Klaus's scent around her, faint but still there, bringing forth the memories of them when they had created Hope, she may have brushed that night off as a drunken one night stand, but she had remembered it in a very detailed way.
Freya thankfully was with Vincent a lot in the Sanctuary or her Bell Tower working on defeating the Hollow, otherwise Freya would have heard Hayley's moans and growls, her calling out Klaus's name on climax, that would have been hard to explain.
