Honorary Salvatore •Klaus Mikaelson•

▪️A Gift▪️

🌹Roxanne🌹

I enter the Mikaelson compound, listening to the band playing, and my eyes find the Welcome Home sign hung for Marcel's return from battle. "There she is!" I look and see Marcel beaming at me. "Yeah, sorry. I had to wait till the sun went down."

He comes over and gazes down at me. "You don't have to explain it to me, I get it."

"Yeah, the vamp with the daylight ring is so understanding," I say playfully as I gaze around the room, maybe to find a snack for later. "Hey," He gently grasps my arm when he sees my expression. "This isn't like the battlefield where you can feed on anyone you want. I don't run this town, Klaus does. You need to be on your best behavior. Okay?"

"I'll take it under consideration," I say softly and he rolls his eyes, chuckling. "You can be a real bitch you know that?"

"I'm well aware."

"Get yourself a drink and enjoy the party."

"I will," I say and walk toward the bar, asking for something strong. I'm suddenly grabbed and turn to look into the eyes of the one person I never wanted to see again. "Max?!"

"Fancy seeing you here, Roxy." I glance around at the party that's in full swing and turn back to give him a death glare. "We're in a public setting there's nothing you could do here."

"Oh, really?" He painfully tightens his grip on my arms and I force myself not to flinch. "You left me in the middle of the night. No note. No nothing."

"It was time for me to move on."

"It's not time until I tell you it's time!" He backhands me and I hit the ground. I hiss angrily and push myself to my feet, rubbing the side of my face. "You don't control me anymore!" I strike him in the face with a closed fist, that just happened to have a ring on it.

The gem cut into his skin and he wipes the blood away as his wound heals. I could see he's livid and if I didn't run now I'd never be able to get away. "Is there a problem here?" I glance and see Klaus Mikaelson. "We're fine. She's mine."

"Well, I wasn't asking you, mate." He turns to look at me and I gaze into his eyes. "Is there a problem, love?" I look from him to Max who I can tell is trying his best to hold in his fury. "My sire was just leaving," I say with a wither glare towards him.

"I believe the lady has spoken. Now, leave New Orleans and never return." Max looks between us before shaking his head and disappearing. I sigh, turn around, grab my drink and gulp it down. "Thank you," I say after the last of it is gone.

He doesn't respond and I turn to see him staring at me. "What?"

"Not many have the guts to stand up to their sires like you did."

"Yeah, well, that man was the bane of my existence since he turned me in 1866. He thinks he loves me, but..."

"But what?" He asks gently and I clutch tightly to my glass. "People who love you don't try to beat you to death or snap your neck when you disagree with them. I traded one tyrant for another and I regret it every day."

"Tyrant?" I stare at him and sigh when I realized I'd revealed more than I should've. "My adoptive father. I lived in fear of him my entire life. I saw what he did to his biological sons and I feared disappointing him because I didn't want him to hurt me."

"What is your name?" He asks with a look in his eyes I can't quite read. "Roxanne. Roxanne Salvatore."

"It appears we are very much alike, Roxanne." He gestures me to a table and I nod before following him to it.