Before The End

The Siren

You were a singer and artist. Studying in school and performing at local bars and showcasing your work in local galleries. You lived in a small apartment with your best friend from high school and loved your life.

You were setting up for a set at Rufio's bar and grill. It was your usual Friday night spot to sing. The regulars loved to hear you and those that had heard you elsewhere would swing in here and there to hear you again. 

The bar was full and you could feel the energy of everyone in the room. It fueled you. Gave you a high that you rode on with each note that you sang. You looked out into the crowd at the last note of your second song and got caught by a pair of eyes you had never seen before, but they felt so familiar at the same time. You couldn't make out the color, but they had you entranced at first glance. 

You had to shake your head to catch your thoughts and start your next song. You felt those eyes on you the rest of your set and you had to use every ounce of your strength to not look at them yourself.

You finished and started to pack up your guitar on the side of the stage. You left it in the back to go get a drink before heading out.

"The usual y/n?"

"Yes please."

"Great set as usual." He handed you your drink.

"Thanks."

"I'd say it was spectacular." You heard from a gentleman to your left with a beautiful accent. You turned to see those eyes that had capture you before. Up close you could see they were a brilliant blue with so much within them you were lost at sea.

"Uh...thank you."

"I must say love, you are a siren and driving this man to a rocky death."

"Then I may I suggest you hang on and enjoy the ride?" You bit your lip not entirely sure where this burst of confidence came from. You knew how to flirt, but never at full speed ahead. There was something about this man in front of you.

"Is that an invitation?" He smirked at you and you felt your face heat up.

"If you think you can handle it...but I'm not so sure. You look to be a little preoccupied to focus the energy you would need for such an adventure."

You intrigued him. You had a fire within you that seemed to flare as you exchanged banter with him. And your voice was heavenly when you sang. He wasn't even going to stop in the joint, but he heard you singing from outside that he had to see you for himself.

He pursed his lips as if to think about what you had said. Not sure if you could actually see straight through him or if you were just being playful.

"I am what some would call a...troubled man. But believe me darling. I have plenty of energy for any task I see worth the effort."

"And? Do you see a task worth the investment?"

He smirked at you as he leaned closer to you. He leaned down to whisper in your ear you could feel his breath fan across your neck sending goosebumps down your back.

"I believe I do." He placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

You were definitely into this man, but were never one to just throw yourself at one and you especially weren't one to hop into bed right after meeting.

"Alright then. I'll take it as my challenge is accepted." You tossed your head back as you took the final swig of your drink before grabbing your jacket off the chair next to you.

"It was really nice meeting you. We'll have to do this again sometime." You started to walk away and he was stuck in awe and frustration.

You blinked and he was somehow right behind you taking a light grasp on your wrist.

"That's it? You get a man all riled up to just walk away."

"I told you I was worried you didn't have the energy."

He smirked back at you. You definitely seemed to have plenty of energy. Energy he wanted to spend.

"Alright, then come with me."

"What?"

"Come with me. I want to spend more time with you...unless you don't have the energy."

You bit your lip and looked at him playfully.

"Hey Rufio!"

"What's up y/n?"

"I'm gonna leave my guitar in the back. I'll pick it up in the morning!"

"Alright kid! Have a good night!"

"Thanks!"

You turned back to Klaus.

"Alright...I'm all yours."

He pulled you into his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Perfect."