You were visiting New Orleans for school. You were to study abroad and observe the culture. It was for your sociology class.
On your second week there, you met the infamous Klaus Mikaelson. You originated from Mystic Falls, so you knew all about the supernatural. Of course, that wouldn’t be in your paper.
You didn’t expect to meet Klaus. he just sort of showed up. You had stopped in a store to pick up some groceries and he had followed you inside.
“Klaus Mikaelson,” he smirked.
“Y/N Y/L/N,” you responded.
“How does a dinner with me sound, Miss Y/N?” he said cockily.
“Not interested,” you said.
“What?” he asked, his smirk fading.
“I said, I’m not interested,” you repeated.
You grabbed your groceries and headed out.
Klaus followed behind.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked.
“I’m from Mystic Falls. Yes I do,” you stated.
“So why are you refusing me?” he asked.
“Because I don’t like you,” you replied.
“You don’t even know me,” he said.
“And I don’t want to,” you finished.
Klaus vamp speeded you into a wall. He held you there. You held onto your groceries tight and showed no emotions and he held you there.
“You want a dangerous love. One with passion and adventure. You want a bad boy who is only good for you. You want to be held and loved and shown that you are important,” he listed.
“How did you know that?” you asked.
“I can see it in your eyes,” he said, “And I’ll tell you what, Y/N.”
“What?” you replied.
“I’ll give you that love,” he promised.
“You’re Klaus Mikaelson. You’re full of tricks and lies,” you scoffed.
“I promise,” he said.
“And what’s in it for you?” you asked, still in disbelief.
“I want a love full of passion and romance. I want a good girl who is only bad for me. i want someone loyal and caring to pull me back from my darkest moments,” he said.
“I don’t know if that’s mne,” you said.
“I know it is,” he said.
“Can you let me go now?” you asked.
“If you say the three words I long to hear,” he smirked.
“If you even think about eating me, this is off,” you warned.
“Say it,” he prodded.
“I love you,” you said.
“I love you too,” Klaus said, pecking your lips and letting you go.
He disappeared and you began to head to your motel.
This was crazy.
