Enchanted (Klaus Mikaelson)

*****ENCHANTED*****

At first, you could never understand how someone could love him. He was the bad guy, tormenting the people you loved for no rhyme or reason. He was meant to be hated and you did. The problem they used you as a distraction. You had come back to town at the perfect time, though some would argue it was the worst; the drama you left to avoid became a war and Caroline had rejected the leader of the opposing side. Luckily for everyone else the moment he saw you he was intrigued.

You had met before you knew who he was, just getting back in town and wanting a drink. An actual one at the Grill. He could tell you were a new blood but there was something else he couldn't quite place and he was never one to not know something. "Drinking alone, love?" He sat down next to you with a smirk, nodding towards the bartender to get him a drink. He was full of arrogant charm and you were falling for it. Maybe that was why you were where you were; you met him before you knew how terrible he was. Before you knew the hybrid murderer, you knew the flirty stranger with the beautiful eyes. Or maybe you're just making excuses for yourself.

You had smiled, even leaned towards him to get a little closer. A moth to a forest fire. "Building up courage." You had left Mystic Falls after you had died and came back as a vampire, a mistake from an angry Damon. You wanted to figure out the new you, avoid the opinions from all sides, and after so long, you were finally able to go back home. Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline had kept you updated from Katherine to Alaric and, yes, the Originals but you only ever heard names.

"I've been gone a long time." You drank, the nervousness you had felt before entering the grill coming back. "I'm not sure how my friends will react."

"That explains why I haven't seen you around." Something mischievous had flashed in his eyes and, looking back, it could've been that he knew what you would soon learn. "I'd remember a face like yours."

It was cliché but, somehow, when he said it, it was completely new. "Same goes to you, you weren't here before I left." The realization of who he could be started then and his smirk had told you he knew it. "What's your name stranger?"

It was cliché but, somehow, when he said it, it was completely new. "Same goes to you, you weren't here before I left." The realization of who he could be started then and his smirk had told you he knew it. "What's your name stranger?"

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N." His smirk sharpened and you had found yourself staring his lips.

He had gotten up from the stool and taken your hand, eloquently bowing and laying a kiss on it. It didn't seem out of place but it could've been because he stared at you the entire time, his eyes locking you to the spot. "I hope to see you again Y/N. "

He turned to leave but before he walked out the door you had yelled, "Your name?"

Without turning around or raising his voice he said, "Klaus." And that was the end of the beautiful stranger.