Spell it With Blood - Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 22

(A/N) Once again, I'm writing this in the car waiting on mother dearest to do the shopping lol. Enjoy!

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• Third Person View •

Aria had no memory of what happened after she endured the agonising transformation routine, it was all too blurry.

She awoke completely bare in the middle of the woods, scratches and bloody prints everywhere.

Had she harmed someone?

She stood up on her two feet, hovering her arms by her side to balance herself.
She looked around her, nobody was in sight, just thick layers of trees.

Being a wolf just didn't feel natural to Aria, she felt so highly thought of like a vampire, it was just too different. Being a wolf didn't really excite her, she felt more nervous. It made her feel sick to her stomach, simply because she could do nothing about it but live this way forever.

She sighed and held her cold body. She started thinking about how killing that man in the bar had ruined her chance at a somewhat normal human life. If only Klaus had of left her alone, she thought to herself.

She recognised where she was and headed straight towards the cellar. She entered and headed straight for the messy pile of clothes in the corner of the room.

She had only gotten her underwear on when Klaus walked in slowly.

"Why do you always seem to pop up everywhere I go?" She rolled her eyes throwing on her shirt and jeans, before tying up the laces on her boots.

"I was only checking in, love." He said and walked further in.

•Aria's POV•

"Checking in, or checking me out?" I joked.

"I've already seen what's underneath your clothes and it's magnificent." He grinned cockily.

"I wish I could say the same, darling." I teased and walked out of the cellar, now fully clothed and ready to make my way back to Klaus' apartment here in New Orleans.

"Ah, so that's how you want to play it." He called after me, amused by my attitude.

"I don't want to play some pathetic game, Niklaus," I said rubbing my face, still walking.

We kept walking until we were a block or two away from the apartment when a group of either,

drunken men, high men or both.

I felt their eyes on me as I walked awkwardly on, ignoring their hollers and catcalls.

I feel an arm around my waist, causing me to struggle a bit.

"You're causing a scene, love. I don't like how they're looking at you." Klaus whispered into my left ear, keeping his arm safely around my waist.

I simply kept my head down and instinctively latched my right hand over Klaus', that gripped my waist.

I could feel him tense in surprise.

He unlocked his apartment and stepped inside.

I didn't know what to do with myself, so I checked the time.

23:42

I sighed, tired and sat on the couch, Niklaus sitting next to me.

"Do you like it here?" He asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"It's... It's interesting." I nodded.

"We're going back to Mystic Falls in three days." He informed me.

"Okay," I whispered and sat back.

"There's only one bed, so being the gentleman I am, you will sleep there and I will sleep here." He peered at me.

"I'm flattered. That's the nicest thing you've done for me in a thousand years." I said sarcastically.

He looked a little upset by this comment, so I quickly shut up, not wanting the conversation to end. The conversation wasn't even particularly interesting or even friendly, but I felt like I wanted it to continue.

"If things turned out differently, and my mother didn't do what she did, where would you see us?" He blurted, his voice sounded weak, almost like he needed some kind of reassurance.

I thought carefully and decided to answer truthfully.

"Well, it depends. A lot can happen between a vampire, now werewolf and a hybrid. Maybe we would've still been together. Maybe we could have been happy," I admitted, tilting my head down so he wouldn't see the loneliness and saddened expression on my face.

"Maybe," I breathed heavily, "Things would've been different." My voice almost cracked.

"Do you feel anything anymore?" He asked, gently closing his eyes.

"It depends. Explain."

"For me. Do you feel anything anymore?" He asked again.

"I'm confused. But honestly, yes. I know that there's just that love you hold for someone that never really goes away, as much as I want it to. You've done some bad shít to my friends, your different now, and it kills me, it really does, Nik." I frowned, violently wiping a single tear from my cheek.

He reached out and cupped my face, gazing directly into my eyes,

"I love you. You have no idea what I went through without you. Don't you understand? I need you. I would've told people I needed them, only I got so accustomed to telling them I didn't need you anymore,"

He had a serious look on his face,

"Don't hate me. I will never hurt you, Aria." He said, and all of a sudden I felt like I couldn't breathe.

The thought of having Klaus as my own excited me, but the foreign feeling of not being alone anymore scared me, simply because I've pushed people away for so long.

"You're hurting the people I love and that's enough said." I shook my head quickly.

"You've only met them. How long until they turn against you? How long until they decide that you're too much of a threat? Believe me, I would know."

"I... I-" I stuttered.

I didn't really have the chance to learn to trust after Esther almost killed me, because I was locked up.

"I refuse to let you slip away from me a second time." Pain seeped through his words.

"I can't. I'm sorry." I whispered before running off.

That's something I did often. Run from my problems. I am a coward.

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