You Again |Klaus

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I felt a hot trickle of a coppery liquid moist on my lips. The pulpy substance passed through the slight part in my lips, and continued its journey dripping down into my system. Each drop made me more aware of my world around me. First my sense of smell returned the scent of a fresh AB+.

The sense of touch was next to reclaim its abilities. I could feel my blood flow returning through my veins, sending a spree of pins poking over every inch of my flesh. A burning sensation consumed me, what would have felt painful to a normal being was greeted happily, to feel anything again was exhilarating. My vision returned last. My eternal blindness had faded into a grey blur. I continue to blink away the clouded vision into focus. A woman lay in front of me a deep wound to her wrist was providing the sustenance to rebuild me. I continued to feast.

A vicious headache pounds through my skull, my joints unforgivingly stiff I attempt to sit up. As I push myself up with my hands my elbow betrays me and I stumble back into my holding cell. Now noticing that I lay inside, a deep cherry wooden casket. I take note of my weakness and severity of the situation I had landed myself in. Continuing to feast I reclaim my strength.

"Now darling, I think you are killing her." A cool accented voice calls to me from across the room.

I knew this voice, it was sweet as honey, fluid like a river, and accent as unforgettable as, I paused for a second, as Niklaus.

I release my grip on the doe-eyed girl in front of me. Successfully, I sit up out of my casket to look around for this man. All I could see around me were walls of long elongated window sun pooling into the room, warmth radiating off of it. For a second I breathed this in, but the severity of the situation took hold over my enjoyment of the sun, "Over here, love".

There he was, our eyes locked, his blue boring into my green. "Niklaus?" I manage to scratch out, my voice sounding hoarse as the ability to speak returns to me.

A raw crooked smile appears on his twisted lips "Yes, love." he says his eyes smirking with his feeling of power he feels. I didn't intend to gawk, but I just stared. My mind must be playing tricks on me, I'm waking up from a long cold nightmare right into another one.

"Let me help you up," he says extending a hand, nothing he says registers in my brain I'm still frozen in place, thinking I had to be in a dream. I look at his hand bigger than mine the hand that has killed god knows how many people. "Come on now, we haven't got all day for this," He says as he leans in closer. I cautiously put mine in his, his hand is warm he holds mine tightly pulling me even closer to him. I could smell his sensual musk, that sends a direct jolt to my heart, I try to hold my breath, not wanting to fawn over the smell of him. He gently helps me to my feet.

Once stable on my feet I ask where the hell I was.

"The city of art and music, New Orleans." He says with a smile, as he guides me to a chair close to a table with delicate teacups placed on top.

He lifts the teapot and pours him and I a steaming red nectar. "Blood tea?" I ask him surprised.

"Didn't think you would want to drink anything else." He says looking up at me from his eyebrows. "I have a whole living room full of snacks for you." He says with a wicked smile as he takes a sip of his concoction.

I take things slow, looking out the window I try to get a glimpse of the city, it had been a long time since I had been in this city, and I couldn't remember returning. "How did I get here?" I ask him, hoping he may be able to fill in the gaps in my knowledge.

"Marcel had you trapped in that box for the last 30 years," Klaus says taking another sip, testing me to see my response.

I just laugh "Really Niklaus, you would have to come up with a better story then that, Marcel would never do anything like that to me and 30 years? Did you just think of that on the spot?