ALL CREDITS GO TO sibsteria ON TUMBLR
very excited to write this <3
Warnings: fluff, bit smutty
Summary: Klaus wasn't quite expecting what he found at the Salvatore boarding house...
absolutely not proofread it's 3am
The abode was empty, albeit one.
Soft violin sang from a record player, as candles of many colours burnt into dripping wax, Damon would kill her if he knew she turned his house into such a haven.
Her fluffy socks glided across the wooden flooring, traipsing to the kitchen. Taking the soft oven mitt from the counter, she lifted out the flaky pastry.
Deciding to let it cool, she backtracked to the living room, draping a cotton blanket around her shoulders to battle the brisk outside.
She sat on the plush couch, letting her eyes close for a few seconds, it had been a trying day.
The door burst open, slamming against the wall, making her jump out of her skin.
There stood a blonde man, a scruff of facial hair cupping his jaw.
"...hi?" she questioned.
"You're a little...fuzzy for a bodyguard? Where is she?"
"Who?" She pressed, picking up her teacup as if there wasn't a stranger in the room.
"Don't test me. I came here to kill Elena and don't think I won't do the same to you." He growls, deciding not to grab her by throat, for some reason he couldn't figure out.
"She's...not here...you want pie?" Her innocent eyes gazed up at him, he blinks in confusion.
"Do I- no, I do not want pie." His collar felt flush, although top buttons were down he couldn't fight the heat rising in his skin.
"You sure? You look like you could use some, it's filled with wild currants?" She asks again, a light tone to her voice.
"Uhm- maybe another time, love." He vamp speeds up the stairs, looking for what he came for, not that he didn't believe the girl on the lower floor- maybe it was just a way to escape the situation.
She shrugs, putting down her porcelain china, she may as well cut herself a slice.
She smiled at her baked treat, grabbing a small silver fork from the cutlery draw.
When she returns to the living room she sees the man hasn't left, instead, nursing a glass of her friend's top shelf bourbon.
"Oh, you're still here? Tell me, do you prefer a violin orchestra or a singular symphony?" She wiggles into the couch, getting comfy.
He debates whether to answer for a moment.
"Hm, I enjoy the sounds of a singular symphony, something about it just makes it more-"
"Special." She finishes his sentence, taking a bite of her snack.
"Something like that." He whispers.
"I never got your name?" She puts down her plate, shuffling up to the blonde.
He internally sighs, knowing full well her how she will react.
"Klaus Mikaelson, pleasure to meet you." His eyes drift to the wall beside him.
"Oh, cool." She holds out her hand for him to shake.
