I remember the day I first met Klaus. It was the year 1550, and I was just a girl in London, barely old enough to be considered a woman. I wasn't just any normal girl though, I was one of the few who knew of the existence of vampires.
My family had long since been in the service of vampires, or, more specifically, the Originals.
We were their lackeys, for lack of a better word; we took care of all their worldly affairs. Bank accounts, estates, anything and everything really.
Serving the Originals was not so bad, Papa always used to say. They gave us more than enough money, and as long as you turned a blind eye, you wouldn't get hurt. Never draw too much attention to yourself.
And lesson number one of Papa's many lectures was to never, ever refuse them.
After all, refusal meant an almost certain death.
My father may have preached all he wanted about our situation, making it seem like a good one, but, in truth, we were just glorified slaves.
Alas, like I said, no one refuses the Originals.
Not even Caroline Forbes.
A Klaroline Fanfic worth taking a look at.
Author of the book is: RadientWings
Link to the book: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8038946/1/
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