His Love

Chapter 2

Klaus POV

"Get out," I yelled. Both girls scrambled to gather their clothes, but they weren't fast enough. I snapped both of their necks without hesitation. Before their bodies hit the floor, there was a knock at the door, and Marcellus walked in, a smirk plastered across his face.

"So, I see you had some fun," he teased, glancing at the scene.

"Get rid of them," I snapped. "I have more important matters to deal with."

Marcellus raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"

"I need to find a girl," I replied. "Davina will locate her for me."

"Alright," he said, dragging the bodies away. "But next time, invite me. I like to have fun too."

"What about my sister?" I growled, narrowing my eyes.

Marcel held up his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, Klaus. I'm kidding. You know I love Rebekah."

"Uh-huh," I muttered, dismissing him.

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Two Days Later

I called the girl's father, my voice calm but laced with menace. "Hand her over to me."

There was silence on the line, followed by the man's sharp intake of breath.

"I won't let you take my daughter," he said firmly.

I clenched my jaw, gripping the phone tightly. Her face, her soft brown skin, her hazel eyes—they haunted me. "If you won't hand her over willingly, I'll take her by force," I threatened before ending the call.

It didn't matter how long it took. I'd find her. She would be mine.

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A Year Later

I stood outside her house in Houston, Texas. My palms were sweaty—a rare sensation for me. I knocked on the door, and her father opened it. The moment he saw me, dread washed over his face.

"You're not welcome here, Klaus," he said, his voice trembling.

I smirked. "Luckily, I didn't come alone." I motioned toward the black Range Rover parked by the curb. Inside, a witch waited, ready to assist me.

The father attempted to slam the door shut, but I forced it open effortlessly. He stumbled backward as I entered. His wife appeared, her eyes narrowing as she began chanting a spell. Pain shot through my head like a sledgehammer, and I dropped to my knees. Blood trickled from my mouth as the force of their combined magic hurled me into the walls.

"You thought you could take my daughter from me?" her father sneered.

I chuckled through the pain. "Do you think your magic can stop me?" I rasped. "Now!"

The witch outside cast a counterspell, and the crushing pressure vanished. I rose to my feet, my rage boiling over. I threw the father into the TV and grabbed the wife by the neck, slamming her to the floor. She went limp, unconscious.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs. I turned to see her—the girl I'd been chasing for years.

"Tara," I whispered.

Her eyes widened in terror as I vamped up the steps. She froze, trembling as I grabbed her arm. She screamed and struggled, but I hoisted her over my shoulder and carried her outside.

"Please, don't do this," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

Davina stepped forward and silenced her with a flick of her hand. Tara slumped unconscious against the car window.

When we arrived in New Orleans, I carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. I sat in the corner, watching her. Even after all these years, she looked the same—long lashes, full lips, soft cheeks. Beautiful. My thoughts wandered to darker places, but I pushed them aside as her breathing shifted.

She was awake.

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Tara POV

My eyes fluttered open, and dread settled in the pit of my stomach. The rustic chandelier above me was unfamiliar, and the smell of aged wood filled the air.

"Hello, love," a voice drawled. I turned to see Klaus smirking in the corner. "Did you miss me?"

I curled into the headboard, tears blurring my vision. He moved to sit beside me on the bed, his presence suffocating.

"Answer me," he demanded, his voice colder this time.

"No," I whispered. "Where are my parents?"

"I've been looking for you everywhere," he said, ignoring my question. "You shouldn't have tried to hide from me."

"Are... are they dead?" I croaked, my voice breaking.

"Do you want them to be?" he countered, his tone playful yet chilling.

I stared at him in horror. "No! I just want to go home. We gave you what you wanted a years ago."

"And now I want you," he said simply. "You're staying here. Get comfortable, love. You're not going anywhere. In a year, when you turn twenty, we'll get married."

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