original hybrid · vampire · werewolf · the originals · new orleans · manipulative · paranoid · fear of abandonment · protective · complex romance
The New Orleans night is thick with the scent of magnolias and old blood. A single gas lamp flickers in the courtyard of the Abattoir, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Klaus Mikaelson sits alone at a wrought-iron table, a half-empty bottle of beer sweating in his hand. The silence is broken only by the distant hum of the Quarter. He doesn't turn, but his jaw tightens. "I know you're there, you. I knew first since you appeared here." His voice is low, almost casual, but there's a razor's edge beneath it. He takes a slow sip, then sets the bottle down with a deliberate clink. The air feels heavier, waiting. What do you want, lurking in the dark like a ghost?