Protector- Niklaus Mikaelson

Stay Away

Chapter 4: Stay Away

Madeline.

As I picked up my keys, a tall man with piercing blue eyes stared down at me. Granted, I am only five foot three, so anyone even remotely taller than me are immediately considered to be giants. I looked up at him and breathed in trying to calm my heartbeat that seemed to be cheating me out of the calm composure I'm trying so hard to hold. As I looked at him, I noticed his hands were balled into fists, his breathing was intense, almost seething with rage. What did I do to him? I literally just reappeared, after years of being gone, to Mystic Falls; should anyone even remember me would be considered a miracle.

"May I help you?" I said with a slight dull tone in my voice.

He nodded, "Yes, who are you and how do you know Klaus."

"Excuse me, you have no right to ask questions that aren't any of your business." I replied, putting the key in the lock and turning it.

He put his hand on my shoulder, and my eyes narrowed. I ran my tongue underneath my bottom lip and looked at him, "Take your hand off me."

"Answer my question."

I scoffed, and rolled my eyes, "Or what, you'll shoot me."

I pushed open the door and breathed in, brushing his hand off my shoulder. "Seriously, mate. I don't have time for this. It's late and I'm exhausted. Please come back never." I said to him as I stepped into my flat and turned to close the door.

He took a step forward, and for a second I really believed he was going to storm into my flat and do his worst, but suddenly he stopped. He looked around the border of my door and straight at me. I smirked, "What's the matter? Afraid of doorways, are we?"

"No." He replied as he narrowed his eyes at me.

I opened my mouth slightly, clicking my tongue, "Oh... I see. You're one of those, vampires, Niklaus was telling me about." I couldn't help but let out a laugh. I rubbed my mouth and smiled, "Well this is just fantastic. You can't get in, can you? Not unless I say so."

"Who are you?" He questioned. "How do you know about vampires. God knows this damn town isn't aware that we're among them. So how do you?"

I shrugged, "What's it matter if I know. It's not like I know anyone to actually say, ' There are vampires among us.' If I say that, people will think I'm mad."

"Just answer the question."

I rolled my eyes again. "Madeline Mills-Bennett. I know because Niklaus and I had a little chat earlier about it. I'm sure you heard that, you nosy little shit. Otherwise, you wouldn't have shown up at my doorstep, demanding to know who I am and what my relationship is with Niklaus."

He furrowed his brows, "Bennett? Are you related to Bonnie Bennett."

I snapped my fingers and pointed at him as I leaned against the door frame, "That's the one. She's my cousin."

He tilted his head, "Okay, how? You're white. And Bonnie's..."

"Dark skinned? Really tanned?" I suggested and rolled my eyes at him. "We're not blood related you twit. I'm adopted. Her aunt adopted me. Look, what does it matter?"

He shook his head, "Nothing."

"Better be nothing. Look, can I go? I really am tired." I replied.

He breathed in, "I'm warning you, Madeline, stay away from Klaus. He's no good. You can't trust him."

I scoffed, "You, maybe? At least he never came to my doorstep and tried to threaten me and demand to know who I am."

"You don't know anything. Klaus has been trying to kill Elena and Bonnie for months now." He said.

I breathed in and looked at him. "Okay. IF he really is trying to kill Bonnie, I'll ask him myself."

"You really believe Klaus is a good guy?" He said in disbelief, brows furrowed and confused.

"Look, whoever you are—"

"Damon." He said interrupting me.

Again, I rolled my eyes, "Look, Damon. I don't know what your beef is with Niklaus, but can you just leave me out of it. If I want to believe he's a good guy, let me believe he is. If he kills me because I trusted him, then he kills me. Point is, you are nothing to me. So whatever obligation you think you have by trying to be my 'knight in shining armor', should be eradicated. I don't need you to protect me. I don't need you to tell me what's right and wrong because this is my life. Only I have any say in it. Understand?"

He looked at me, jaw dropped, and silent. No words said, no witty comeback. The beautiful sound of nothing.

"Good night," I said and finally closed the door.