Multi-Fandom Imagines, X-Readers, & One-Shots

HER OWN CHOICE - KLAUS MIKAELSON {4}

Klaus did not turn to you and did not look at you. He watched as Elena left, and he listened to what you told her, but he did not turn to the couch and he did acknowledge that you were still here without Elena.

All Klaus could think about was his younger brother, and his scorched corpse in the kitchen. He could not even walk into the kitchen to look at his body in full, he could not change a single fact about it- Klaus could only stare at the small part of Kol's cadaver that he could actually see.

Another stream of tears left his glacial eyes, you could hear him sniffle. You had heard that sniffle come from your nose, and you could feel what he was feeling. You had felt it when your mother and your father died, and you went into the hospital and found Elena in a bed and your parents in a bag.

You had felt it when your sister and your brother came home and told you about your Aunt Jenna, and even though Jenna was dead because of Klaus, you could not think about that. You were focusing your anger now on your sister, and how she always seemed to make it out scott-free and everyone around her got hurt.

If not for Elena, you might of never met Stefan, or Damon, or any of the originals. Klaus would not be here in your living room, cursed to look at his thousand year old brother's dead body, you might not of had to stay awake wondering why you might be in love with the man who killed your aunt.

You hated that, that you weren't mad at him. You were, at one point, furious, and you wanted him dead for it, but you understood now that all Klaus wanted was to not be alone. You were tired of feeling alone, too.

"Klaus.." You mumbled, his body whipped around and he furrowed his dirty blonde eyebrows at you. "If this is some sort of plan that you've cooked up with Elena-" There was no other reason for you to be here, you had to be part of this plan.

"To think that your sister would use you nearly as bait? That's pathetic. I can't compel you, but I can promise you, that when I find out that you're here because of Elena, I will rip-"

"Klaus, stop it. Stop." You told him, standing from the sofa and holding up you hands to show you had no weapons, as you walked toward him.

"Why are you here, (Y/N)?" Klaus coughed, clearing his throat and wiping from his cheeks little salty droplets. You took another step forward, cornering him against the invisible barrier keeping him from moving. His peered down at you, perplexed.

Your hand touched his forearm as you stared right back at him. Quietly, you told him; "I didn't want you to be alone."

Some kind of switch flipped within the Original, his face softened as he melted into your arm. His bottom lip quivered as he tried to fathom the words you had said. He stepped forward and you stepped back. "You're lying. I've killed your family, terrorized your friends.." He denied.

He was right. But yet you couldn't explain even to yourself why you were prepared to forgive him. "My friends have ruined your chances at happiness, and... killed your family. They've all done wrong." You sighed, and then you directed your attention to Kol. You bit your lip. "Klaus, I'm sorry about Kol." You told him, genuinely, and honestly.

Klaus crossed his arms. "Are you saying that because you feel obligated too? Or because you genuinely are sorry? Kol never did anything good to you, and neither have I-"

You stopped Klaus again just by looking at him.

"You've been honest with me. You comforted me when I was crying over the way I looked. You kissed me, and suddenly I felt more alive then I have ever felt. Elena and Damon and Stefan have kept me so sheltered that I barely even understand what you are, how you can just be immortal. No one explains anything to me, and I used to think it was because they wanted to keep me safe, but maybe.. maybe's it's just because they never cared enough."

"(Y/N)." Klaus said.

You weren't finished.

"You told me the truth about what Tyler did, and how you handled the situation. You killed twelve and were honest about it. That's more honesty than I've had from my own family in three fuckingyears." Suddenly, you couldn't stop yourself from getting angry. Your fists clenched.

"I'm tired of being human. I'm tired of being normal. It's awful. I spend every day in fear and in the dark because everyone around me has some sort of supernatural power over me. I want to be like you guys. I want to be strong, and I want to be powerful, and I want to be aware. I'd die to be like you, Klaus."

Klaus put his hands on either side of your face and kept it steady. He understood now. "(Y/N), I can't turn you into a hybrid. It's Elena's blood that keeps them from dying, and Elena is a vampire."

You understood the point of the cure for Elena now. You nodded. "That doesn't mean I can't get Caroline, or Stefan, Or Rebekah to do it. I could be a vampire. Do you think Rebekah would?"

Suddenly, something stirred alive in Klaus. Would that not be a good plan of vengeance, for his brother? To turn Elena's only human sister into a vampire, one that nearly had begun to hate Elena. Leave her without any human family, so in the event she did get the cure and become human again, she would be all alone? Alone. Alone.

"You're just angry, (Y/N)." Klaus told you. "You don't really want this, love."

"You're wrong, Klaus. I do want this. If I have to die to feel like I'm complete and alive, then for god's sake, I'm willing to snap my own neck." Your eyes were glimmering, with a blink of a brewing psychosis. "If they won't tell me the truth on their own, then I want to be able to make them."

Klaus's lips turned from a grimace to a half-smile. He watched as you were on fire, his could not help but think about just how oddly infatuating, how strangely seductive it was to see you go off, he knew you had the potential to be something powerful, someone unstoppable. He wanted that for you.

He wanted you. You were here, though you knew it was dangerous, comforting him in his weakest moment. Your determination was intoxicating.

"I was wrong when I told you that you were beautiful, (Y/N)." Klaus whispered. His forehead leaned against yours and suddenly you felt that hot breath against your face that sent shivers down your spine. You had a cold chill that rattled your bones. You waited for him to tell you what he meant.

"Beautiful is a pitiful understatement, darling." And then, suddenly, hungrily, Klaus crashed his mouth into yours and backed the two of you up against the sofa. He would do anything not to think of his brother laying in the kitchen, dead. He would focus on you. He would focus on your lips, and he would focus on the idea of you becoming a vampire. He wanted that, dear god, he wanted that maybe as bad as you did. The thought of you being around forever thrilled him even when he didn't realize it because right then- in a few moments...

Klaus Mikaelson had just fallen in love.