Blood Lust II Klaus Mikaelson

Sorry Stranger

After Klaus had walked out, I decided to follow him. Call it curiosity; but I wanted to know what he was going to do. Before I rounded the corner, I heard screams, loud screams; suddenly, they stopped. I bolted around the corner to see Klaus again...he had his mouth wrapped around the man's neck? I look down and scream with utter fear when I see the horror. The three other men were dead, decapitated, it looked as if someone had bitten through their necks and didn't stop. A trail of blood was led up to where Niklaus was standing. When he heard my loud shrieks, he let go of the man, causing him to fall to the floor; dead like the others. He turned to look at me.

"Ava?" I began to panic when he sped to me, he didn't run a normal speed; he was going two hundred maybe three hundred miles an hour. Tears ran down my cheek as I looked at his face, he had golden orange eyes with black veins under them, the blood around his mouth complimented his large fangs.

"Please, don't hurt me!" I begged, hoping he would leave. His sinister face relaxed, and he became the man I saw in the bar. He quickly cupped my face with force and stared into my dark brown eyes.

"You will not remember seeing this scene, I'm just someone who stopped men from harassing you."

I stopped crying and walked back into work. No new customers walked in, so I cleaned cups and glasses. It had to have been at least an hour before Niklaus walked back into the bar and sat on the stool. I couldn't help but smile.

"Hey there stranger." I said with my back turned to him.

"Hello again, love. One bourbon please." His accent and the way called me love made me blush.

"Coming right up!" As I started pouring the drink, Klaus stared deeply into my eyes.

"What?" I said while laughing at him. He shook his head and smiled, he has an amazing smile.

"Nothing.." He said while looking down at his cup. After that we spoke for hours, about life, happiness and eventually love. The clock dinged twelve and I told Klaus I had to go home.

"Do you need a ride?" He said to me, my face beamed.

"That would be great."

We stepped outside and I locked up the bar. Like a gentleman, Klaus opened the passenger door of his Toyota Land Cruiser for me to get in.

"Why thank you, good sir." I said while mocking his beautiful accent. He laughed at me and then drove me home. He walked me to my door, even went into the elevator with me. I unlocked my door and he saw the boxes.

"Do you need my help with sorting them? I can come over tomorrow if you would like."

"That would be great, thank you." Before he could walk away I stood on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his shoulders. I hugged him for a few seconds 

"Thank you."

He pulled away and left. Why am I feeling so attached to him? Maybe because he saved me? I step inside and  lock my door. I crawl into bed after a long day. Might as well sleep on these feelings, maybe they'll go away tomorrow. I grab my phone and set my alarm for Friday at eight AM.