His Love

Chapter 1

Tara's POV
Everything came crashing down that one day.

Flashback
I remember coming home from school, stepping into the house, and hearing a deep British voice.

"I want the herbs. I know you have them. I will kill your wife if you don't give them to me. NOW!" the voice thundered.

Heart pounding, I quietly pulled out my safety knife and crept toward the room.

"Let him go, you monster!" I shouted as I stepped into the doorway.

My mother sat curled up in the corner, tears streaking her face. The terror in her eyes made my own tears fall. But I couldn't focus on her—I had to face the man choking my father. My dad's face was red, his hands clawing desperately at the man's grip as he gasped for air.

"Let go of my father and leave us alone!" I demanded, my voice trembling.

The man turned to look at me. His eyes glowed a golden brown, dark veins creeping under them. When he smiled, I saw sharp, white fangs.
"Who is this? You didn't tell me you had a daughter," he said, his tone mockingly playful.

He released my father, who collapsed to the floor, gasping. The man stalked toward me. My false bravery crumbled, and I dropped the knife, stumbling back until my back hit the wall.

He crouched in front of me, his hand brushing my cheek. His golden eyes faded back to hazel, and a devilish grin spread across his face.
"I'll give you the herbs, Niklaus," my father croaked from the floor.

Niklaus glanced over his shoulder. "Finally. I thought I'd have to kill your wife and daughter to make you comply."

My father staggered to his feet, rubbing the purple bruise on his neck. He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a small glass bottle containing green herbs. Niklaus snatched it and walked toward the door. Before leaving, he turned back, his eyes lingering on me. Then he was gone.

My parents rushed to my side, pulling me into their arms, trembling as much as I was.

Two Days Later
That night, my parents sat me down to explain everything. They told me who that man was: Niklaus Michelson, an Original Vampire. A hybrid. One of the most dangerous supernatural beings in existence.

They also revealed what they were: witches. I, however, hadn't inherited no powers.

As they spoke, the phone rang. My father answered, but minutes later, we heard his voice rise."NO! YOU WILL NOT COME ANYWHERE NEAR MY DAUGHTER!"

He stormed back into the room, his face pale. "We're leaving. Pack only your clothes. Everything else stays."

"Dad, what's going on?" I asked, panicked.

"Klaus wants you. I don't know why, but I won't let him have you. He has too many followers. He's too powerful. I can't lose you."

I nodded, my heart racing, and rushed to pack.

As we drove away, I couldn't stop wondering: why us? Why me? I prayed I'd never see that horrible man again.

Flashback Ended
We've been running for three years now, hopping from Paris to New York, and now to Texas. I'm eighteen and a senior in high school. I hope this place sticks.

Currently, I'm in my room.
"Tara, dinner!" my mother called from downstairs.

"Coming!" I shouted back.

We ate together, chatting about our day. Afterward, I said goodnight to my parents and went to bed. My room was Harry Potter-themed, with a small bed piled high with blankets. I curled up and drifted off.

But the nightmares always came.

I saw his face close to mine, his fangs dripping blood, his evil smirk and piercing eyes.

"Ahhh! NO! NO!" I screamed, thrashing awake. My parents rushed into the room, holding me.
"It's okay, baby. He's not here. You're safe," my mother soothed.

My father handed me a warm drink. "Drink this."

I gagged at the bitter taste but swallowed it down. "It's just some herbs to help you sleep," he said, his voice soft.

They stayed until I drifted off again, whispering, "Goodnight."

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The Next Day
At school, I couldn't shake a strange feeling, like something bad was about to happen. It followed me home, where my parents were relaxing in the living room.

That night, the feeling only grew worse.

At 4:30 a.m., a loud crash jolted me awake. I bolted downstairs and froze. Blood was everywhere. The furniture was destroyed, and my parents' bodies lay crumpled on the floor.

And standing over them was him—the man from my nightmares.

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Klaus's POV

As I left the house with the herbs I needed, something about that girl lingered in my mind. I should have killed them all. Yet when I looked at her, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Back in New Orleans, Elijah greeted me.
"Brother, I see you got what Freya needs. Do you even know what potion she's making?"
"No," I replied. "I don't ask questions. I just deliver."

I dismissed him and went to my room, grabbing a canvas. My mind was restless, so I began to paint. When I finished, I realized the image was of her—the girl from California.

Furious, I threw the canvas across the room and stormed out into the night.

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So how did you all like it? I love Originals and I wanted a book that kinda gave Klaus a real love interest. Please like and comment.