There was a noise coming from the kitchen. And then nothing. Nothing but complete silence and darkness for about a good minute, until none other than Niklaus Mikaelson, original vampire, was standing in front of me. His fingers gently brush a strand of hair aside, and he whispers in my ear. "No one can know I was ever here, love."
My heartbeat quickens, and I half expect him to grab my neck and sink his teeth into me, tearing my flesh into pieces, or for his beautiful eyes to turn gold around the irises, showing evidence of his werewolf gene.
*This is a fanfic drabble, guys. Klaus is from Vampire Diaries. Looooove.*