Vampire Diaries 1920's(Love interest: Klaus Mikaelson)

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"Thankyou," I waved as we got out of the car. "Why are you saying thank you," Stefan fixed his shirt tux. Still could believe they were popular in the 1920s."Because it's polite. Excuse me Mr rude mouth. Damon really made you such a jerk," I started to walk ahead of him to the nightclub. "Don't embarrass mean-front of my friends. Don't let me regret inviting you," Stefan caught up tome. "Fine," I sighed. We walked into the night club and there were a lot of people. Me and Stefan split. I went to the bar to get a drink and Stefan went to the ladies. As always. I got a glass of wine. I was only going to have one or two because I already knew my brother would get wasted. There had to be one that was sober. I turned round on my seat and watched Stefan talking to a beautiful woman with blonde hair and an amazing dress. "Hello gorgeous," I was surprised by a man that was all of a sudden sat next to me. "Well if it isn't the vamp Klaus Mikaelson," I smiled. "That would be me," Klaus kissed the top of my hand, "Who would you be?" "I believe you know my brother. I'm Stefan Salvatore's sister. Y/N Salvatore," I drank some of my wine. "Ah yes. And I believe that my sister Rebekah over there is flirting with him," Klaus pointed to where Stefan was. "Oh that's your sister," I nodded. I turned to face the dashing vampire, "You are looking very handsome tonight." "Thank you. You are looking very beautiful," Klaus smirked, "Would you like to dance?" "Yes. I'd love to," I took his hand and he took me to the dance floor. We held each other's hand and I then put and arm round this neck. With Klaus' remaining arm he put it round my waist. I've never met a fellow Vampire before except my two brothers and Katherine Pierce. We danced for a while and had another drink as we danced. Then we started to flirt and I gave in and kissed him. Then Klaus kissed my neck not caring if anyone was watching. Later on we went and sat with our siblings in a booth.

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