The Vampire Diaries Interracial Imagines

klaus

Imagine seeing Klaus for the first time after 200 years.

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This is it, I thought to myself after checking my phone one more time. After years of searching for him again, I found it. I almost couldn't believe that he was back in Mystic Falls, the one place on Earth where nearly every supernatural thing happened. If I had know that we'd all end up back here, I would have come here earlier.

If I were human, there wasn't a doubt in my mind I would have had a heart attack by now. How did I tell him that I had my own problems to take care of and I didn't want him to get wrapped up in all my shit? From whispers on the street I knew he was angry and looking for me. Hearing that Klaus Mikaelson was looking for you wasn't exactly something to be proud of. There was a possibility he didn't forgive me for leaving him, or he moved on from me just as quickly as I left... or he would actually take me back.

He had to take me back.

Walking up the steps of the giant mansion, I noted how much this reminded me of the mansion I used to work in. The mansion we met in. The mansion we snuck around to meet and have late night rendezvouses, in which we fell in love because. And because I fell in love, I knew that my witch drama would not be good for an Original vampire. Especially not the Original vampire. Klaus had so much hate around his name when it came to witches. I knew that before I went into the relationship. All I did was hurt the both of us in the process.

The door swung open just as I raised my hand to knock on it.

And there he was. Looking exactly the same as he did. Same sandy hair and green eyes and plump, pink lips and impossibly perfect bone structure. With my eyes washing over his face now, I wondered how I left him all those years ago. It was a wonder I didn't turn back to be with him the minute I left from the mansion.

Klaus was speechless. He was taking my presence in just as I was taking in his. Both of us couldn't believe the other was standing just a mere few feet away from one another. I couldn't believe he looked so damn good in the casual clothing of this millennium. He couldn't believe the prude slave girl was wearing shorts and a shirt that almost showed her crescent moon belly ring (that healed continuously so changing the ring was near to impossible without re-piercing).

"My love," I mumbled under my voice, as they were the only words that could come out at this time.

He kissed me. He couldn't stop himself from doing so. He appeared in front of me all too quickly, took my face in his hands and kissed me the same way he did when we first said the words.

"I love you. Admire you. Adore you."

I kissed him back with all the passion and strength I could muster without just collapsing in his arms.

When he pulled back, he stared me down with stone cold eyes.

"Run, love. Run."

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Yeah, yeah, it's short but I like it.