KLAYLEY SHORT STORIES.

THE INTERVIEW. I.

Klaus Mikaelson walked into the upmarket Manhattan Bar and sat on a stool at the bar, the mid afternoon crowd thin on the ground, the work day not yet over, the lunch crowd dispersing an hour ago, the barman approached him and he asked for a bottle of Henry McKenna Single Barrel Bourbon and put the $100 dollar bill down, so the barman got to it without complaint, Klaus had just left Mystic Falls after breaking his Wolf Binding Curse, he had gone in stealthily kidnapped the Doppelganger right from under the noses of the Salvatore's and the Gang, pathetic children, Klaus sneered to himself at their weak attempts to stand in the way of what he had waited a Thousand years to achieve, killing all who got in his way, Katherine, Isabell, having his well paid retinue of Witches cast a spell over Mystic Falls so he could complete the Moonstone sacrificial Ceremony unbeknownst to all inhabitants of the small Town, having his own siblings included in the spell, not one of them would remember what had happened the night of the Full Moon other than there was a dead Doppelganger, at the bottom of the River off the Wickery Bridge, it would look like a suicide, well, the girl was beside herself with grief over her Parents death.

Rebekah and Marcel were in New Orleans along with Freya. Marcel, Rebekah, and Freya, Leaders of the Supernatural Factions there, that the Mikaelson Family started Centuries ago, and running the City, and Elijah was off in Old World, on some cultural experience, Finn and Sage in England at their Country Estate, Kol and Davina were now in Egypt unearthing magical artifacts,  leaving Klaus and his plans uninterrupted and undisturbed, and his plan had been successful.

Klaus had thought he would make Hybrids, build an army but he would have had to keep the Doppelganger alive which would have required more time spent in Mystic Falls pandering possibly to the fools there, so he had Hit and Run, he was the Original Hybrid now, Strong Invincible and Immortal, he was now at his leisure.

A Woman with a delectable scent sat down,  one bar stool between them, her brunette long hair in wild waves her fingers constantly running through it in exasperation, in profile her high cheekbones stood out, her full wide mouth, her thick black eyelashes sweeping down over almond shaped eyes, lightly grazing against her high cheekbone, he could see from this angle, Klaus let his eyes slid down the lithe body encased in shirt and jacket and tight fitting jeans, it was her scent that called to something inside him, his wolf, he could feel the wolf inside him recognised her scent, she was a triggered wolf, his wolf wanted her, Klaus smirked to himself, 

This was a novel feeling, he had been a vampire longer than a wolf, and he had an iron grip on his emotions, and desires, his wolf didn't like being denied,... raging against the cold vampire,

"Double shot of bourbon." The woman next to him said to the bartender pulling out her laptop, opening it, her fingers flying over the keyboard, the bourbon was put in front of her and keeping one hand flying over the keyboard she grabbed the glass and threw it back then signalled for another, finishing whatever she was doing, Klaus could see she was finished, snapped the top of the computer closed, threw the next glass of bourbon down then fixed large hazel green eyes on him, and smirked raising one eyebrow as her eyes travelled over him, her smirk deeping as her eyes met his cobalt gaze again.

"So Wolf, want to get out of here?" She propositioned him.

"Certainly," He replied standing putting a $50 down to pay for her drinks, and waited for her to put her laptop in her bag, smiled her thanks to him for paying for her drinks and led him out of the bar.

"My place or yours," she asked him as they headed down 5th Ave, her place wasn't far from here.

"Yours little wolf." He drawled.

Klaus followed her into an old Brownstone Building climbed the ornate wooden staircase to the second floor, and entered the bright light minimalistic apartment, pale walls original wooden architraves surroundings to doors and windows, high ceilings looking out to a tree lined 5th Ave Street, and followed her into the bedroom,