Klaus's Pet Prequel

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Lorelei's POV:

After sleeping for two days I'm ready to go out into the woods and hunt. I spot Rebekah in the kitchen grabbing a blood bag so I walk over.

"How're you doing?" She asks

I'm taken aback for a few moments. This is the first time Rebekah's ever really cared about my well-being. That's progress anyway.

"I'm okay. Did you take down Kane?" I ask

I'm not sure why I wanna know. Maybe I just wanna know if he suffered the way he made me suffer.

She nods.

I want to ask that exact question but I don't. Instead I give Rebecca hug and I first I think she might push me away but she doesn't.

She hugs me tighter.

"I'm sorry we didn't find you sooner." She says

We let one another go and I wait a moment before speaking. I'd never told anyone other than Hector about what Kane tried to do.

"You killed a pedophile. A man who had his sights locked on me since I first turned 12. You have got nothing to be sorry for." I say

Her eyes go wide and she starts to tear up a little bit. Out of all the horror she's seen or the ones she's committed, I'm surprised how much this conversation seems to affect her.

Right now she looks like she wishes she had tortured him.

I thank her again then head out the back door.

Since I don't eat the way a human does, I haven't eaten in a few days. Luckily sleep helped me gain some strength back.

I head out the door and go deep into the woods. I listen as the birds chirp happily and stare up at the clouds.

They're a little dark today. Maybe it'll rain.

The wind blows a gentle breeze and I shiver a little.

After I've taken down a few deer, I'm ready to head back in but first I make a detour and grab the daggers from their hiding place.

I head to my room to shower. The hot water feels amazing on my skin. I stand there for awhile, letting it ease my anxious mind.

I throw on a tank top and leggings and wrap my hair in a towel and head downstairs.

When I walk into the living room, Nik is sitting at the couch in his usual sitting position, one ankle propped on the opposite knee. He's sipping blood from a glass as he reads.

I set down the daggers onto the table.

"I'm sorry."
"I know why you did it."

We're silent for a few moments.

"What are you reading?" I ask as I finish drying my hair off with my towel.

He glances up at me and a look passes across his face, a mix of interest and amusement.

I'd cut my long black hair to my neck after having it go down past my shoulders. I had done it before he'd come home so this was the first time he was seeing it.

I didn't want a repeat of my hair getting in the way of my freedom again.

"You look lovely." He says

I smile.

"Anyway your book?" I ask

"I'm looking at a brochure for an art museum. I was actually wondering if you'd like to go with me?" He asks

This isn't like when he accompanies me everywhere. He's asking me out on a date.

Before I can think of anything else to say, my mouth opens and I respond with:

"Yeah. I'd love to."

Klaus's POV:

Lorelei walks down the stairs in a dark purple dress that flows behind her when she walks.

I smile and take her hand and help her down the stairs. Rebekah had insisted she wear heels to match the dress but Lorelei's never worn a pair in her life and she's a little unsteady.

I chuckle.

"What?" She asks
"You don't have to wear those love." I say

She looks down at the sparkly purple straps that wrap around her feet. I can tell she's made up her mind.

She's as stubborn as they come.

We take the car and head to the museum. It's not as large as the ones I've seen but Lorelei's eyes go wide as she looks at the building, taking a moment to drink it all in.

We're both silent for a long moment. I think back to earlier, seeing the fire in her eyes. It was enticing. When I had first met her, I believed that she was a young woman who'd been beaten down and shattered from her past. I learned fairly quickly that she'a strong and will do anything to protect the ones she loves. She went up against the strongest enemy we had without blinking. Even when I was against it.

"Lorelei?" I ask getting her attention

She looks from the artwork to me.

"I'd like to learn more about you."
"What do you want to know? My favorite color?" She asks

I chuckle.

"Sure if you want to tell me."

She smiles a little.

"Dark green."