𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮
Tragedy and grief were things Mia Pierce knew all too well. However, now all she felt was rage.
The spiteful immortal returns to Mystic Falls, after almost a century of running awa...
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Chicago 1921
The night was warm, the stars gleamed in the dark empyrean domain. The moon was at the arguably most beautiful stage in its cycle. Taking form of a full, glowing orb in the sky. A pair of eyes remained fixed on the celestial body, belonging to a vampire who's true self had been restricted.
This individual was known to be ruthless and deceitful, descriptions he wholeheartedly agreed with. However, on this night his mood was of a particularly dreadful nature, the exceedingly noticeable presence of the moon had caused him to contemplate on his mistreatment and curses. He strolled down the street, accompanied by a young blonde haired woman, blissfully unaware as to what fate was sending his way.
"You have one hour, I'm serious Rebekah." Klaus warned, "If you're not home in that time, I will drag you out."
"You have such a way with words, Nik. I can practically feel the affection." Rebekah mocked, receiving a sharp glare in return. "All right! An hour. Must you be so uptight all the time." The blonde walked away, leaving the foul tempered vampire alone.
The streets were busy, filled with people bustling by, but Klaus was disinclined to socialise with others, so he opted for the backstreets as his pathway. This meant his anger was only fuelled when he came into collision with another figure. "Would you watch where you're going?!" he fumed, not bothering to look at the person.
"Ohh, I'm sorry." A soft, feminine voice spoke, he turned to find a young woman staring back at him with regret and a fragment of fear painted in her expression. His eyes softened slightly as he watched her kneel down to collect the large amount of flowers the clash had caused her to drop.
A segment of him urged his self to keep walking and continue with his evening but he decided to listen to the other part that took pity on the girl. After all, she'd been affected more by the hit than he had. He went down to her level and assisted her in gathering the roses, moving his head lower to gain another full glance at her face.
"This is quite a lot of flowers." Klaus stated, mirroring her actions and picking them up individually. She carried each one with a great deal of care and gentleness, as if they'd break under her touch. "Who's the generous gifter?"
"I am." The brunette responded, her eyes meeting his. She paused for a moment, taking extra time to appreciate the blue in his irises, noting how well they matched with the new ribbon she'd bought earlier that day.
"Well, who's the lucky recipient?" He questioned, admiring the range of colours that made up the bouquet.
"Miss Gloria." The sweet smell of her perfume filled his senses, as did the scent of her blood. It'd been a few hours since he fed directly from a human and he felt the temptation course through his veins.
"The bar singer?" Klaus quirked a brow, his eyes zeroed in on her neck, the sound of her pulse appeared as a melody to his hunger. He looked away once she made eye contact.
