So hungryy.

Ever since finding out that Vampires existed and weren’t just myths, Kate had been fascinated with them, so much that she had actually been bothered to read about them. Kate Argent /never/ read. For one thing, she didn’t have the patience to sit down and read a 400 paged book about some glittery…

Klaus personally hated being a hybrid, nothing was good about it besides the strengths that came along. Werewolves had a temper problem most of the time, especially when things didn’t go their way, on the other hand; vampires were calm and patient, and Klaus was a mixture of almost everything. His mother was a witch, and his dad was a werewolf, but Mikael turned them into bloodsucking vampires, thus making it impossible for Klaus to become a witch. His mother, Esther, put a curse on Klaus, the werewolf curse. Causing him to kill her, but he never regretted anything. Klaus had mood swings here and there, he felt alone most of the time, and everyone seemed like they were turning against him. Moving here, Klaus wanted to have a fresh start, but he needs to make more hybrids, needs to.

Klaus hated being in love, he hasn’t been in love for years and wasn’t planning to start again. There were people here that were quite attractive, but would risk his life. Tree Hill had a vibe that he couldn’t describe, it almost felt like this place was diverse, with many powers lying beneath the secrets hidden inside the town. He couldn’t figure out what most of them were;it was obvious there were hunters and witches. It was getting harder and harder for Klaus to keep his secret.

He thought there would be more people walking the streets at night, but there was barely any tonight. The flickering lights of the old, warn down restaurants caught the corner of his eye. People were stumbling out of a bar that seemed to pull Klauses attention. He was craving for alcohol, and maybe later he could find a snack roaming the dark alley ways.

Klaus is over a thousand years old, but his face clearly read over 20 years old. He wore his usual jeans and his button down shirt. His knitted necklace dangled as he entered the bar, and the scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes reached his nostrils, causing him to wince.

He made his way over to the bar and sat beside a beautiful young brunette, but didn’t bother to say anything to her. As her chair twirled over to face him, he smirked to himself, eyes locked on the counter. Klaus put his hand up, motioning the bartender his way. “Bourbon please.” as the bartender walked away, he slightly turned his face, and shot Kate a smirk. His elbows were resting on the bar counter. “Yes, I just moved here a couple days ago.” he held out his warm, but fairly pale hand out. “Pleasure to meet you Kate, I’m Niklaus. Klaus for short.”

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