𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔|| ❝For some reason, he was intrigued by her mere presence, and he wanted to know everything about this girl,❞
Or in which Klaus Mikaelson writes letters to his mystery girl.
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[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 𝑴𝑰𝑲𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑶𝑵 ]
[STAND ALON...
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It was night time in the town of Mystic Falls.
There was a quietness that was present in the Mystic Falls Grill at the moment. There were very few people there. Amongst those people was the girl known as Isabelle Flores. She was a person who had kept to herself and bothered no one with her problems.
She believed that she would become a burden to them.
Isabelle had believed that nothing interesting would happen this night, that tonight would be like any other night.
She believed that she would spend a little bit of time munching on some snacks, having some soda, and then walking home by herself. That was what she expected of tonight, that was what had usually happened every night whenever she was in the grill.
Usually, she spent some time with her friend Katherine, and then when Katherine had to leave for reasons that were still unknown to Isabelle, she would leave and that would give Isabelle the chance to be able to spend some time by herself, to enjoy some silence.
Some people who were passing by would have pity for the girl, but Isabelle had found it soothing to have times like this every once in a while.
These were some times in these situations where she could find some peace.
Where there was some quiet in her life. Even though her life was not very loud, or very exciting, she still needed some peace and quiet in her life.
These nights, where she was by herself, had always served the purpose. Their purpose has never changed, and Isabelle had a strong belief that they would never change.
Then, a man had walked in.
He looked almost too good to be true. He was one of those people who were so good looking that a girl like Isabelle had believed that she would have no chance with guys like that.
The stranger had ordered some bourbon and had sat down a few chairs away from her. When Klaus Mikaelson had heard the increase in the heartbeat of the girl that was sitting a distance away from him, he had smirked to himself.
He had recently finished the ritual needed to become a hybrid, and it had gone successfully. He was ecstatic about this, and then he had chosen to get a celebratory drink. He had stabbed his brother and left him to rot with the rest of the family, and he thus had plans to travel away.
He had then turned his head in her direction and acted as though he did not hear the girl's nervous heartbeat. He had waved in her direction and she had looked away in an instant.
Klaus, while smiling to himself, had moved himself to sit closer to the girl.cFor some reason, he was intrigued by her mere presence, and he wanted to know everything about this girl.
Her hopes, her dreams, her demons, her happiness.
Everything.
Even though he could sate his curiosity with a little compulsion, he wanted to hear her say it when she had felt comfortable. Not with the mechanical voice that was usually spoken by those who were under the effects of compulsion.
"Hello, I'm Nik," Klaus had introduced himself.
When he had spoken, his accent was something that Isabelle was drawn to.
"You have got to earn my name," Isabelle replied.
She had acted like this before, being brave and being a tease, but she had rarely spoken like this with a stranger.
"Then what do I have to do to earn your name love?" Klaus replied teasingly.
"Just have a good conversation and be a good listener," Isabelle replied.
The two had then begun a conversation that lasted very well late into the night, and what Isabelle did not know was that her life was going to change drastically after meeting this man.
