Smoke Signals

I was his least favorite. A human he despised, I had no clue who or what he was. All I knew is that when I started for my way home one night he saved me. Niklaus that is. I'm an over 200 year old vampire now, a life I had no idea existed until one horrifying night.

He saved my life and made me part of his supernatural world and now? A 200 year relationship with the one and only original vampire Klaus. We argue, we fight, we love and hate. I smoke a pack and he drinks a bottle. Then we make up and restart.

Some call it toxic and others call it true love.

I call it smoke signals.

We haven't seen each other in three years, I keep tabs on him when we call it quits. But we always get back together. Reborn, relived, and rekindling out memories. Good or bad. How does he know its me? I leave trail of butts behind.