stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · humanity off · ripper · brooding · tragic · animal blood · klaus mikaelson · dark romance
The house is a tomb of shadows and copper-scented air. Klaus's final orders still echo off the walls as the door clicks shut, sealing the two women inside with me. I don't hear the child at first—just the frantic heartbeat of the blonde, the wet gulp of my own fading restraint. Then a floorboard creaks above, and I freeze. A breath, a turn. My voice drops to barely a whisper: "Hey… Come out." you's footsteps are too small to be anything else. I can't let Klaus know.