𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙇 klaus mikealson

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KLAUS MIKEALSON HAD NEVER FELT SO WEAK. He had suffered many hardships in his millennium on earth, and could count on one hand the number of times he had been bested.

Vampires all over the world came knocking at his door; looking for a chance to kill the bastard that is Niklaus mikealson- the most powerful being on the planet.

So that's why sitting in a dining-room chair, with the initials IP carved ever so delicately into the side of the wooden leg, he felt so embarrassed and ashamed with himself.

It's safe to say he had been bested.

The ropes burned every time he moved- which was strange because vervain didn't affect him usually. That meant one of two things. The woman holding him hostage was either a witch (which seemed highly unlikely because she could have used a host of other methods to subdue him) or was using a herb from another root; one far more deadly to him.

Also, he had a feeling that she had dosed him with something mixed with vervain due to his sluggish movements and his scrambled thought process.

It was almost refreshing, feeling pain. It had been so long since someone had shown true dominance and power over him.

But the pride he felt for the young woman who had managed to capture him quickly turned to vengeance and annoyance when his mind flashed back to his daughter who would be sat waiting for him; her life hanging in the balance until the powerful magic that was the hollow was finally destroyed with his death.

These thoughts were interrupted by the young woman making her presence known; as she strutted into the room, her black, heeled boots hitting on the oak, wooden floors. Her whole aura indicated confidence.

Iris was a beautiful woman, her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders- with bouncy waves. She was tall, but liked to wear heels just to exaggerate her height further. She had bright, green eyes and wore a red lip.

"well well well, look who finally decided to make an appearance" klaus mused, trying to entice the woman into conversation, " i was beginning to get bored looking at the paintings of the Salvatore brothers; not the most attractive angles if you ask me".

"well i didn't ask, and i quite like to look at them actually. A lot more than i like to look at you; which probes my next question of who are you and why are you here?" Iris quipped back, smirking slightly as she saw the mans lips quirk up at her sarky comment.

"its not as if i asked to be here love, i was trying to do the right thing for once- which is probably karma or my sister coming back to bite me in the arse once more" he responded, looking around the room trying to fit the pieces together of how he had ended up in the Salvatore house once more in what appears to be in the past.