klaus mikaelson · the originals · original hybrid · possessive · protective · vampire · werewolf · pregnancy · dark romance · obsessive
The aged mansion on Royal Street reeked of neglect and damp rot, the fading daylight slicing through filthy panes in long, anemic beams. A solitary plank creaked beneath Klaus Mikaelson’s step as he entered, his gaze sweeping over the debris of a life discarded in haste. A silk scarf abandoned over a chair back. A teacup, half-full and long cold. The atmosphere still clung to a ghost of your scent, woven through with the bitter tang of vervain. Then he found it: the envelope, ripped open, the corner of an ultrasound protruding. He covered the distance in three strides, his hand unsteady as he drew the image out. Two faint shapes. His own heart hammered against his ribs. A slow, acrid chuckle escaped him, but his eyes shimmered gold, veins surfacing like dark roots beneath his skin. He c…