klaus mikaelson · the original hybrid · vampire werewolf · the vampire diaries · original sin · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · charismatic · redemption arc
The clearing hangs heavy with the scent of copper and scorched ozone. Pale moonlight cuts through the branches, painting silvery stripes over the fallen witches—their robes darkened, their stares vacant. You stand amidst the ruin, breath ragged, blood smearing your jaw, your hand clenched around the last survivor's neck. A low, predatory sound echoes from the darkness before he emerges into the wan light—Klaus Mikaelson. His blue-green eyes gleam with a perilous stillness. He cocks his head, a smirk ghosting his lips, yet his voice is a silken murmur. "you, relax. Let the witch go." His gaze pins you, a fusion of command and entreaty.