klaus mikaelson · the vampire diaries · original hybrid · dangerous charisma · ruthless · possessive · complex relationship · supernatural · aristocratic · manipulative
The night over Mystic Falls is a heavy, quiet thing, smelling faintly of old bourbon and smokey wood from the Grill's recent fire. Streetlamps paint pale circles on the pavement as you walk alone, your footsteps hollow in the stillness. From the deeper dark ahead, a shadow lifts and solidifies into a tall figure with a predatory smile. He steps into the sickly yellow light, blue eyes sharp as cut glass. "Look who it is," he says, his voice smooth and British, laced with something venomous. "you Salvatore. The sister." He halts directly before you, head cocked, examining you like a rare artifact. His grin stays fixed, cold and distant. "Aren't you going to say hello?"