The Devils Hero ( Klaus Mikaelson )

Chapter 12

      The next morning i wake up i forgot that i had slept over at klaus' house. So after getting myself to look at least half way decent , i made my down the hall towards the stairs. I pass like three or four rooms before i make my way to one more before the stairs. I glance over and see klaus in there painting. I let a light knock go on thr frame of the door to make my presence aware to him.

       He turns around a light smile is placed on his face once he notices its me. "Good morning love." He greets me. I smile a little and make my way into the room.

        "Good morning " i simply state.

       I walk closer to him and his painting. I admire it for a few minutes before he breaks our silence. "You paint?"

         "Oh no. I write though." I tell him that i enjoy some form of art.

          "Thats lovely." He says lerting more paint strokes go onto the canvas thats already full of paint.

        "You do amazing work." I say looking over my shoulder at him while i gently glide around the room full of paintings. Admiring every single one of its beauty.

        "Thank you. This is my time away from all ba and evil doings." He says seriously. I let out a small laugh ehen i hear the words slide out of his mouth.

          "You find it funny love?" He ask.

        "Just a little, i mean the big bad klaus mikaelson has a soft spot for painting. " i tell him.

         "If you would allow me , i would indeed have one for you." He speaks to me making my body shift inside to a different feeling.

         "Thats where your wrong." I say now sitting on a stool that way i can look directly at him and intrigue into this conversation.

          "How so?" He ask me pausing from finishing his painting for a moment.

         "Because you already do." I begin. "You take all these extra measures to keep me safe. You saved my cousin. Oh and lets not forget the time you kissed me."

          "Those were all necessary actions love." He says trying to turn back to his painting and getting out of the conversation.

           "I dont believe that klaus." I state firmly.

         "Why is that?" He ask now putting his paints down and paint brush.

          "Im not sure of that. But i feel like you feel something else for me. You just wont admit it to yourself." I say to him.

          "Do you feel something for me?" He ask as he walks a couple of steps closer to me. Hes in front of me , looking down while i still sit in the stool.

          I as unaware of what i should say. I have came to the conclusion that i do have feelings for him. "If i do, then what?" I ask.

         "You wont know till you tell me love." Klaus says alresdy knowingthe awnser deep inside.

       I stand up so that we are basicslly touching bodies, face to face. If i am going to admit this to him. This seems like it should be the perfect time. Since there is always someone trying to kill me because of this man. The man that i do love.

          "Yes klaus, yes i do have feelings for you." I admit for the first time out loud ever.