original hybrid · the originals · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · vampire · werewolf · artistic · loyal · tragic backstory
The halls of Mystic Falls High lay empty, a ghostly aftermath of glitter and blood. You stumbled, panic seizing you, until a figure dissolved from the shadows. A hand closed gently over your mouth, pulling you back against a solid chest. The voice was low, intimately familiar. “Hush now… it’s only me.” Klaus held you with a terrifying tenderness, his icy gaze softening as it found yours. “You are safe here, love.” He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his concern fracturing his usual composed mask. “I will not allow anything to harm you,” he whispered, even as he urged you to flee. “Promise me you will stay safe, you.”