Human [Klaus Mikaelson]

Chapter Four: The Library

Confusion filled Olivia's thoughts as she woke up the next morning. Her comforter did not smell like fabric softener. Her pillow wasn't as flat. She opened her blue eyes as the memories began flooding her mind from yesterday. She wasn't in her small back bedroom. She wasn't in her bed with old sheets and flat pillows.

She let her eyes trail around the bedroom ceiling, falling on the window beside her. The trees danced in the wind. The smell of bacon hit her nostrils. Olivia sighed, throwing her blanket off her body. She let her feet dangle off the mattress for just a moment. She heard mumbled voices speaking in the kitchen.

Olivia walked quietly to her door, leaving her bedroom. The bathroom was right across the hall from her. Once in the bathroom, she brushed her teeth and analyzed her appearance. She looked tired. Her red hair was thrown in a clip. She was wearing a free Willie Nelson t-shirt and a pair of checkered pajama bottoms. Deep bags were under her blue eyes.

She debated going back to her room and changing. However, decided against it. It's not worth the effort, she thought. She made her way out of the bathroom and down the hall. Laura was standing over the stove cooking. Her father was at the table. He was across from a man with sandy hair.

"Good morning, Olivia." He smiled warmly.

Olivia met his gaze, smiling.

"Good morning."

The man turned around, and her blood went cold. Chill bumps erupted down her arms. It was Klaus Mikaelson.  He smiled at her. Olivia ignored his gaze, walking to Laura. She could feel Klaus' eyes on her back.

"What are you making?" Olivia asked, peeking.

Laura smiled at her. "Pancakes."

"Where are Lyla and Will?"

"They are with Brandon. They spend the night with him some."

"Oh, Brandon, such a fickle man." Klaus said from the table.

Olivia turned to face him, leaning her back against the counter.

Her dad smiled at her.

"I see yesterday you met Klaus."

Olivia nodded, "Yes, he taught me the proper way to choose a pool stick."

"Olivia is my first born." Taylor said to Klaus.

Klaus smiled at Olivia. She could feel his gaze on every portion of her body. She felt self-conscious crossing her arms over her body. Klaus' smile turned into a smirk.

"You didn't get your music taste from your dad." Klaus said, gesturing to her t-shirt.

A soft smile came on Olivia's lips. "My mother molded my music interests."

"Olivia also graduated from Parsons this past May with her art degree."

"That's impressive, Olivia." Klaus said.

"Thank you." Olivia responded.

"Why are you in town?" Klaus asked.

Olivia looked to her feet. She wasn't sure how to answer that question.

"Just visiting." Her dad responded.

Olivia bit her lip, glancing up. Klaus was staring at her. It was like he could see right through her.

"I'm going to step outside and get some air." Olivia said, pushing off the counter.

She walked quickly to the front porch, sitting on the swing. She let her eyes trail across the street when the front door opened and close. She looked up to see Klaus standing in front of her.