His Love

Chapter 26

Klaus's POV

"Klaus, I've told you to stop yelling. What is wrong?" Elijah asked, his tone calm but questioning.

My face was flushed with anger, my eyes glowing golden brown. My breathing was heavy and erratic. Without responding, I grabbed my jacket and stormed out of the house.

Elijah called my name, but I ignored him, starting the car and speeding away. I checked my phone, tracking Tara's location.

She was at a club.

My jaw tightened, and I gripped the steering wheel so hard I thought it might snap. She never listens.

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Tara's POV

Rebecca came to the dance floor, scaring off the guy I'd been grinding on. Laughing, she joined me, and we both started dancing, raising our hands in the air. Rebecca twerked against my back while I swayed my hips to the music.

Then I felt it—a hard gaze burning into me.

I stopped dancing, turning my head to look around. My eyes locked onto Klaus, standing at the bar with his arms crossed. His intense stare made my blood run cold, instantly sobering me up.

Klaus gestured for me to come over. Guilt washed over me like a child caught misbehaving. Slowly, I walked toward him with my head down.

When I was close enough, Klaus pulled me into him. His hand pressed firmly against my hip as he tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his piercing eyes.

"Did you have fun?" he asked, his voice low and controlled.

My head felt foggy again as the alcohol kicked back in.

Rebecca approached us with a sigh. "Such a buzzkill. You couldn't let her have a few more hours of fun?"

"Shut up, Rebecca. After the stunt you pulled, I should dagger you," Klaus snapped, his tone sharp. "What if something had happened to her?"

"Oh, bloody hell, Niklaus. You can't dagger me every time I annoy you."

Klaus raised an eyebrow. "Like I haven't done it before. Don't test me. Now let's go."

Rebecca gulped and nodded, and we all left the club. Klaus opened the car door for me, and once we were all inside, he sped off.

I started laughing softly to myself, the sound of Klaus's accent running through my head.

"Why is she laughing?" Klaus asked, glancing at Rebecca.

"She's totally drunk," Rebecca replied, giggling.

"You let her drink?" Klaus's voice rose sharply.

"Yes, I let her drink. And she had fun," Rebecca said with a shrug.

"I feel great!" I chimed in, giggling again. "And you're always yelling. 'REBECCA!'" I said, mimicking Klaus's accent in an exaggerated tone.

"I don't sound like that," Klaus said, narrowing his eyes at me.

I smirked. "Oh, yes, you do. 'Hello, love. My name is Klaus Mikaelson. I'm a thousand-year-old man who's in love with a nineteen-year-old girl. I yell at everyone. Blah, blah, blah.'"

Rebecca burst out laughing, clutching her stomach, while Klaus's lips twitched in amusement.

"Is that really how you think I sound?" he asked, a grin forming on his face.

I tapped my chin playfully. "Yes."

Rebecca leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, Tara, did you have fun?"

"I loved it," I said dreamily. "Especially when I danced with that guy. I've never done that before."

The car came to an abrupt stop, and my head jolted forward, nearly hitting the headrest.

"Hey!" I protested in a slurred voice.

Klaus turned to me, his face dark. "You danced with a guy?"

I crossed my arms defiantly. "I don't have to answer you."

"Tara, this isn't a joke," Klaus said, his voice low and dangerous. "You let a guy touch you?"

Rebecca laughed nervously. "No, she didn't. She's just drunk."

Klaus let out a deep breath, his gaze locking onto mine. Silence filled the car as he searched my face for answers. After a moment, he turned back to the wheel and resumed driving.

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Klaus's POV
I kept my eyes on the road, my grip on the steering wheel firm. When we pulled into the driveway, Marcel was standing in the doorway, waiting for us.

Rebecca got out of the car and walked over to him. I glanced over at Tara and saw her fast asleep, her head resting against the window.

I got out, walked around the car, and opened her door carefully. Her head tipped forward, and I caught it gently with my hand. As I unbuckled her seatbelt, she stirred slightly in my arms.

I carried her inside, stepping into the compound just as her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at me, her gaze cloudy with sleep and alcohol.

"I want ice cream," she mumbled.

A small smile tugged at my lips despite myself. I carried her to the kitchen and set her down on the counter. She wobbled unsteadily, so I kept a hand on her waist.

Pulling a tub of ice cream from the freezer, I scooped some into a bowl and handed it to her. Her face lit up like a child's.

"I'm surprised a house full of vampires has ice cream," Tara said, her voice still slurred.

"Just because we drink blood doesn't mean we can't enjoy other foods," I replied with a chuckle.

She licked a spoonful of ice cream, but a drop fell onto her arm. We both looked at the small splash. Tara was about to wipe it away when I caught her hand.

Leaning down, I slowly licked the ice cream off her arm.

Tara's breath hitched, and I felt her shiver under my touch. When I looked up, her eyes were filled with desire, her lips parted slightly as she bit down on her lower lip.

"You look really hot," she said softly, her voice dripping with seduction.

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