you are the hero to my villian

In the flesh

After Elijah said his farewells he retreated back to his office but not before he gave her a reassuring nod.

I stood there waiting patiently waiting for officer Brady to open the gates to let me into Klaus' holding room.

once the door opened officer Brady led me into another room, almost like a control room

The small area he led me into was full of small television screens, showing security footage of various places surrounding them. There was a gated entryway that led to the cells. There was also a small desk, with papers scattered across the top. The last thing she saw was the room protected by glass walls where all the guns were kept.

"Hello, miss. I'm Brady. Did Mr Mikelson tell you about the glass of Klaus' cell?"

"Yes. And hi, I'm Caroline Forbes."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Caroline. Now," he said, waving her toward the cage door. Caroline slowly walked through, letting him shut and lock it behind her. "His room is just a little farther down. Open the door, and you'll be there. I put a chair in there for you, so he's expecting company."

"Oh, that's very kind. Thank you," she said nervously, trying to contain all the nerves that threatened to pour out of her. Brady gave her a sympathetic grin.

"I'm going to be watching the whole time. It's going to be okay," he said gently, trying to boost her confidence. I gave him a grateful smile, but I didn't feel much better in fact I felt like I was about to be sick... but I wouldn't let it show

The sound of a buzzer went off, and then the clack of another set of gates opening.

I give one last smile to Brady before I walk down the hall of cells, until I get the the cell. his cell. Klaus' cell.

I reminded myself to keep my guard up as I took in a few deep breaths. Nothing personal, no touching the glass, and no letting him see just how nervous I was. I had to be professional, and strong. I could do that. I just had to.

Very slowly, and with only a slightly shaky hand, I turned the doorknob.

Inside, the room was small, with nothing but concrete walls and flooring. There was a thick wall of glass separating the room in half. On one side—the side she entered on—there was a chair waiting for her, and nothing else besides the camera on the wall. So that was how Brady was able to see me.

The other side, however, was where he was.

There was nothing more than a single bed, a desk with papers cluttering the surface, a toilet, a bench to sit on while he was at his desk, and a tiny sink. There were drawings on the walls-and very detailed drawings, she might add. Had he done all those?

I was caught speechless for a moment, unable to think of how to greet him. How was she supposed to speak to the deadliest killer known to man? How was she supposed to get past that image of him? My stomach was already knotting up, and I felt my heart skip a few beats. Nope. No heart attacks. I was too young for that, right? Right. Okay, I could do this.

It was strange seeing him in person too. The short, dirty blonde curls were slightly messy, and his whole orange-as-a-tangerine ensemble was a striking contrast to the dark room. His back was facing her, and his hands were clasped together behind him. Klaus looked like he was staring at one of the drawings on the wall, but I couldn't tell. Maybe he was just lost in thought. Or maybe he was ignoring me. Brady said he was expecting company. Did he know who was visiting him though?

Very carefully, and never moving her gaze from where he stood, I took a seat in the chair Brady had put in there for me.

I was sure he must of heard movement by now. But why wasn't he turning around? did he simply not care that there was a person in the room? or was he building the suspense?

I was afraid. I was more than afraid I was petrified. Petrified that he was turn around in rage and come breaking through the glass. But I knew that wasn't possible. To me it felt wring to have this un-realistic fear of him. But he was the Hybrid. The man who cut hearts out of his victims with his bare hands.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" he asked distantly, a hint of amusement in his tone. He still hadn't turned to look at me. "Or was my last bit of insight not…helpful?"

I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes briefly before opening them again. "I wouldn't know," I answered softly yet shakily. "Though I heard it was quite the talk of the department."

The silence that followed was eerily still, while he processed that it was not another male in the room with him. I waited patiently to see what he would do next. It seemed wise to let him control a little of their meeting, otherwise my intentions would be questioned. I wasn't naïve enough to think he didn't already know what they were, however. He had sent four agents off to chase their own tails. Klaus was aware the FBI wanted information from him.

Gradually, I watched as Klaus turned around, his eyes immediately meeting mine.

"Well well well, aren't you new?" he said with a dark tone laced to his sweet accent, he had an deadly gleam to his eye and a menacing smirk on his face.