Flames (Klaus Mikaelson)

"Being a bit immature, aren't we, Athena?" Klaus looked me up and down from the foot of his bed. I stood in front of him, my top exposing my right shoulder and my hair, most probably, a tangled mess. His blonde hair looked untouched. And his eyes, his stupidly gorgeous blue eyes, held a mixture of amusement and anger. Two opposite emotions that somehow compliment one another in those blue orbs.

"Immature?" I growled at him. My own rage grew and grew. Here I was, about to make a leap of faith for Klaus. For him. Yet the one thing I needed for closure is labeled as 'immature'. Here I was, constantly dying and being reborn--a stupid deal I made with the Original Witch--in exchange for the Hybrid's love. And the only thing he has to say is 'immature'.

"All I'm asking is for one thing," I felt myself clenching my fist. The wind outside blew nastily, the once bright day in New Orleans was slowly darkening into a thunderstorm.

Klaus ran a hand through his hair, leaving it to massage the back of his neck. Looking up at me he sighed, "Why don't you be clear on what you want rather than flooding the city."

What I want?

Wasn't it obvious?

I died for you. Hell, the rest of my eternity is dying repeatedly. A deal I made with the devil-of-a-mother because I was hopelessly in love with you. And I want to spend all the days I have with you. The man sitting down in front of me, the one with shaggy ash blonde hair and dull blue eyes that light up whenever you experience the adrenaline of a hunt. I would do anything for you. Say the word, and I'm there. But you're acting as if it were nothing.

Dick.

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Rated Mature for graphic scenes, strong language, and sexual innuendos. If any sexual content is to be written I will fully warn you before hand. (Going off by Wattpad's guidelines).

I do NOT own The Originals in any shape or form. This is purely a fanfiction. Some scenes from the show will be used so read at your own risk for any surprise 'spoilers'.