Can't Give You Up *KLAUS MIKAELSON*

Introduction

England- September 1828.

"Come on Klara, just a bit further!" My mother had been shouting to me for the past number of minutes whilst dragging herself up the vast grassy hill we were attempting to scale. I was reluctantly pushing on, simply to satisfy her, as she claimed she was taking my sister and I to a 'magical'  place that she used to visit every day as a child.
"Mother- my feet hurt, I really can't walk any more! I need to stop!" I complained, stopping in my tracks to look at my now mud caked shoes. They were past the point of no return by now. My sister, Amelie, and mother were at least a good twenty feet ahead of me.
"Hurry up, or we'll just leave you behind!" Amelie hissed at me, persistent to show me she wasn't tired from the trek before firing a backward glance. I rolled my eyes, picking up the bottom of my dirt covered dress that had once been green; jogged gently up the remainder of the grassy hill and reached the top in a final burst of energy.
Suddenly I was inwardly breath taken. Due to moodiness, I didn't admit that it was a scenically outstanding place, although really I believed I had never seen anything more beautiful in all my life. The grass around me looked ten times fresher and greener than any of that in the rest of England. There was a wonderful waterfall, which was lighting up a golden sort of colour because of the setting sun shining directly on to it. A shimmering blue stream surrounded the perimeter of the area, and there was a little old house over in the corner of the place, that looked like it might've been a barn.
"I told you it was magical!" My mother laughed, euphoric, as she noticed the dazzled expression on my face.
"Alright, it is... magical" I gave in, my eyes as wide as they could possibly be.
    I began to wander over to the barn type building, my curiosity eager to know what was inside.
It was a tiny structure, but there seemed to be two storeys. Dissatisfied by the plain decor of the lower level, I noticed a ladder in the corner of the room, and decided to climb it in the hope that what lay upstairs would be of more interest.
I stuck my head up into the top, and smiled immediately. This- unlike downstairs- was a dainty little place, where the sunlight shone golden through worn down pieces of wood, and lit up the floor that was covered in hay. I immediately knew that this was the perfect place to be. Where else could one sit alone and take in the last of the summer days whilst being surrounded by a cosy and warming atmosphere.
   It was only when I was about to pull myself up into the room, did I notice the boy in the corner, leaning against a hay bale, looking at me with a look of discontent on his structured face.
He moved his arm and my head shot towards him. Shocked to find out I was not alone, I involuntarily screamed, panic taking over, causing me to let go of the wooden ladder and begin to fall to the hard wooden floor below. The boy whisked over incredibly- almost unnaturally- quickly and grabbed my hand before I could fall any further. I had shut my eyes, awaiting contact with the ground, but the feeling did not come. After a moment, he pulled me up into the room with a slight sigh and let go of my hand. I brushed my now loose curls off my face and gathered myself.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." The boy shrugged nonchalantly before stepping back to his hay bale and returning to what he was doing- drawing.
"Oh no, I'm alright. Thank you." I replied politely, looking down at the ground whilst feeling utterly embarrassed at my escapade.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, are you staying?" The boy asked with a smirk. After a few moments of hesitation and a few glances to figure out whether he looked friendly or not, something in my head made me sit down quite close to him. As he stared down at the book he was holding, I looked at him properly, allowing me to notice his rather perfect bone structure and bright but tired eyes. They were a grey sort of colour, and I felt as though you could get lost in them if you weren't careful. He was smiling. Well, smirking.
"Well if you're making yourself at home then I suppose I shall introduce myself. I'm Niklaus," The boy told me, "call me Klaus if you want to." Niklaus glanced at me for a sheer moment with a blank look, then returned to drawing, clearly his priority.
"I'm Klarabelle... Or Klara, I suppose." I said. He didn't react.
During what felt like a rather awkward silence, I shifted my attention to Klaus's drawing. It seemed as though he had been drawing the barn, although he had glamorised it greatly and had managed to do a fantastic job of making it look like it wasn't falling apart.
"Wow, that's rather good." My eyes were studying every inch of the piece.
Niklaus shook his head with a laugh, and looked up at me properly for the first time. The awkward silence continued for a few moments more.
  Then he broke the silence.
"Thank you. I've been working on it all morning." He smiled at me again; this time a genuine one.
"Klarabelle, where are you? Mother says hurry up or there won't be time for tea!" Unsure whether to take hearing Amelie's whining voice in the distance as an annoyance or a rescue from the awkward silence, I sighed.
I settled on annoyance, and said, with an excessive amount of angst: "I have to go, sorry." I shook my head. "Goodbye Niklaus. Oh, and thank you... again... for catching me." I pulled myself to my feet and walked across the small room to the ladder.
"Will you be back?" Klaus asked, looking back once more to his drawing.
I considered the question for a moment and then nodded. "Tomorrow." I replied, attempting to sound as nonchalant as he did, climbing down the wooden ladder once more, safely reaching the bottom this time.