Playing House with the Enemy

Wolf

My vision was blurred by my tears but I could still clearly see the frame of a wolf, its eyes were a glowing amber, like the embers of a flame, and its fur as black as night. I found myself attracted to the wolf, like two magnets, and somehow I knew it'd protect me. It was growling at the two hybrids who were attacking me, and they both retreated, leaving me on the floor, shaking uncontrollably and unable to move to safety. The wolf's mouth was open, showing everyone its glistening white teeth that could slice through flesh with ease.

It pounced on Brett first, Connor still too close to me, and the sound of shrill screams and flesh ripping filled the air, the sickly smell of blood met me and I vomited violently on the grass beside my head. I lay there on the grass, staring at the sky, listening to the wolf kill my attackers until suddenly the sound stopped and it became silent again. Hands touched me and I screamed, jumping far away from whatever attempted to feel me. I looked in the direction of whomever it was and saw Klaus. I should've been scared but I threw myself at him and into his arms.

He was tentative to hold me but he eventually held me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I didn't want him to ever let me go. I wept into the column of his throat and He lifted us off the ground, I swayed slightly at the sudden movement but he kept me tight against his body, his stature protective and his touch comforting. I could tell we were moving, probably in the direction of the house but I didn't move to check, too busy breaking down in my enemy's embrace. He must've been the wolf, my protector.

I heard a door shut quietly close by, signalling that we were inside, I expected Klaus to drop me now and stop being so loving but he held onto my tighter and I reciprocated that. Suddenly voices surrounded us and I whimpered and nuzzled further into Klaus' neck and tightened my arms around his neck, I didn't want to see anyone else right now. I could faintly hear Klaus shushing them and then we were moving again. I didn't care that I was barely dressed, I knew that Klaus wouldn't allow them to do anything. I could tell that we were walking up the stairs by the way he kept shifting me in his arms, trying to shelter me from the movement. I was grateful that he hadn't left me to walk alone, not sure that I'd be able to, my legs felt like jelly still.

I heard another door shut and then I was being placed on a bed and Klaus was trying to untangle himself from my arms. I whimpered, "Please, don't leave me." I begged and tried to hold him to me.

He chuckled lowly, "Don't worry, Love. I'm just going to wash this blood off and get some clothes on."

It was then that I opened my eyes and realised that he was naked and covered in dirt and blood. I ran my eyes over his body, intrigued by every muscle and curve and just as I was about to see his girth he cleared his throat and my attention moved to his face.

"I'd suggest you doing the same after me. I'm sorry I got some blood on you." He apologised as he moved to go to the bathroom and I realised that we were in his bedroom again. He shut the door and a second later I heard the shower running.

I walked around the room, looking at all the various antiques, and paintings. The artistry all had the same signature, Klaus'. He must have painted these. I ran my fingers along the rims of the frames, enjoying the rough feeling. I came across one painting in particular that caught my attention, it was me in a black gown, my hand in the fur of the same wolf from earlier, Klaus. It was beautiful but why would Klaus paint me? I knew he'd drawn for Caroline before but she was the object of his affections, I was his prisoner and he hated me. I couldn't drag my eyes away from it, taking in every detail. My heart longed for it.

I didn't notice that I had an admirer until they cleared their throat, I spun around to see Klaus watching me, now in pyjamas bottoms and damp hair, a serene smile in place and his eyes loving? I shook my head and smiled shyly.

"You can shower now if you want? And I'll go fetch you some clothes, if you want to stay with me tonight." He rubbed the back of his neck, appearing the most awkward I'd ever seen him.

I only nodded in reply, my mouth dry from the sight of his glistening pale chest, I had to remind myself that I was still mad at him, at all of them for betting on me. I walked by him, doing my best to avoid making skin to skin contact, and into the shower, slamming the door shut.

I climbed into the still running shower after stripping off, Klaus must have left it on for me and I was grateful to not have to wait for the water to warm up. I enjoyed the feeling of the hot water on my cold skin, but when I saw the water turn red and brown from the blood and dirt I fell apart and onto the floor. I sat in the shower, arms wrapped around myself and tears streaming down my face and mixing with the water. I was nearly just raped. I considered self-harming again, the pain too much to cope with, but I knew not too, the consequences would be too severe.

I left the shower once the water ran clear, turning the water off and wrapping my body in a towel before realising I didn't have any clean clothes in here. A knock on the door wrung out and I jumped in surprise before pulling my towel tighter around me and moving to unlock it, opening it slightly. On the other side stood Klaus, a pair of my plaid pyjamas in hand, "Clean clothes as promised." He bowed slightly causing me to smile.

"Thank you," I whispered and took the pyjamas from his outstretched hand before shutting the door after he nodded in reply. I changed into the clothes and walked back out into Klaus' room, smelling fresh and like him. He was sitting on his bed, his back to me but he turned to see me when I left the bathroom. "Can I still stay here?" I asked quietly, afraid he'd just say no.

"Of course, you can take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor."

"NO!" I shouted quickly and he looked at me surprised, "I'm sorry, I just meant please don't, you can sleep in the bed with me. Please." I apologised quickly, a blush high on my cheeks and my gaze to the ground, embarrassed about my outburst.

He found my shyness hilarious as he laughed and I found myself smiling at him, I'd never seen him so innocent, "Okay. Come on then, I'm exhausted." He fell back so he was lying on the bed and half off, and patted the bed. I climbed onto the right side of the bed and lifted up the covers, lying down and then draping the quilt over me. Klaus shuffled so that he was lying beside me, on his back and covered the bottom half of himself with the quilt. I lay on my side watching him, he looked so relaxed and I couldn't help study the details of his face and chest, he was so peaceful when he was sleeping.

When I couldn't sleep I shuffled closer to him and draped my arm over his toned abdomen and lay my head on his chest. He shifted slightly and I looked up at him, he was looking down at me, a curious expression on his face, his blue eyes interested. I smiled shyly, "Is this okay?" I asked and he nodded in reply before laying back. I went back to my previous position and closed my eyes and it wasn't long before I was following him into sleep...