Monomania

Chapter 1: Warmth

The only sounds in the conference room were the roaring of the air conditioning and the nervous breaths of the three men seated at the long table. The view from  the room was incredible, but the nervous tension prevented anyone from enjoying it.

Five minutes slowly passed by, causing the tension in the room to grow. The three men were waiting for their audience with the leader of the supernatural world. The man who would determine their fates, something they couldn't run from anymore.

They could only hope the information they had would soften his murderous wrath.

A few moments later, the double doors of the office flew open, revealing their worst nightmare. Klaus Mikaelson's face held a relaxed smirk as he sauntered into the room, the clicking of his designer shoes loud against the silence.

The Original stopped at his chair at the head of the table. He glanced over the men, their nervous expressions filling him with twisted glee. He languidly pulled the chair out from the table, letting it break against the hardwood flooring.

Klaus sat down in the chair and crossed his left leg over his right. He leaned his elbow on the armrest and clicked his fingers.

"Well, well, well," He taunted, gazing across the room. "Usually, people who have wronged me run away from death, not toward it. So tell me, gentlemen, what has brought you three to your deaths?"

"Mr. Mikaelson," the man to the right of Klaus said before clearing his throat, "we have some information for you."

"In exchange for allowing us to live," the man to the left spoke up.

Klaus's smirk fell at the man's words, causing the rest of them to collectively gulp. The Original uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, hands gripping the table as he pushed himself up.

"That's your big move?" Klaus asked, his tone even and low, "trade information for your lives?"

Fear radiated from the three idiots sitting at the table as the stupidity of their decision hit them. Klaus could hear a crack of knuckles and the pick up of their heartbeats.

However, another softer sound crossed his ears as the men tried to splutter out a response.

The soft swish of fabric and the quick pitter-patter of feet on the marble floor echoed throughout the lofty hall outside the room. He could hear short, excited pants which grew nearer and nearer. Klaus's fists curled when he realized the men sitting at the table could hear the incoming presence.

A second later, the doors were pushed open, revealing Emilina and her dazzling smile. Klaus's narrowed eyes and murderous expression immediately softened at the sight of his beautiful wife. Her smile grew when she saw him standing at the end of the table.

She hiked up the skirts of her voluminous blue gown and rushed toward him, ignoring everyone else. Klaus sat back down in the chair, the smirk returning to his face as she stopped in front of him.

The Original gently grasped her hand and tugged her down into his lap. "Hello sweetheart. What brings you here?"

"Missed you," she mumbled, grinning as she leaned her head against him, her lips tilted toward his ear. "Had a bad dream and couldn't sleep. I woke up and you were gone."

As she spoke, Klaus listened to her heart, which was beating faster than normal. Her face was unusually flushed and he could see the faint perspiration on her forehead. All the signs of a nightmare.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart," he said sincerely, placing a chaste kiss on her head. "Give me a few minutes and I'm all yours, hmm?"

"Uh huh, ok Nik," she agreed, yawning as her eyes fluttered shut.