Fan Fiction - In the Meantime - Klaus (The Vampire Diaries) - 1/1
Title: In the Meantime
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Klaus Mikaelson
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word count: 220
A/N: Takes place during "Katerina" with spoilers up through that episode. Written for challenge 11 and challenge 36 at writerverse. Also on AO3.
Summary: Klaus pays a visit to the Petrova family.
I knocked on the door. It was answered by a woman who was nearly a mirror image of her daughter: dark hair hanging in waves, large brown eyes, and light olive skin.
“Yes?” said the woman in a Bulgarian dialect.
“Is this the Petrova residence?” I asked her. Not waiting for an answer, I continued. “My name is Niklaus Mikaelson. I’m a friend of Katerina’s.”
The woman’s eyes widened at the mention of her banished daughter’s name. I could see the blood beneath her skin begin to move faster and smell the fear coming off of her. She called out a name and a man appeared behind her in the doorway; Katerina’s father, no doubt.
“What is the meaning of this?” said the man in an angry voice. “How dare you come here, after I exiled Katerina to England?”
Ignoring him, I looked to the woman, who continued to stare at me. “Madam, you were just about to ask me in” I said, exercising my compulsion on her.
In a trance, Katerina’s mother said “Why of course; do come in Mr. Mikaelson” just as her husband cried out “No!”
I flashed a wicked grin as I stepped across the threshold. Katerina may be beyond my reach for now, but in the meantime I could find other ways to punish her.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Klaus Mikaelson
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word count: 220
A/N: Takes place during "Katerina" with spoilers up through that episode. Written for challenge 11 and challenge 36 at writerverse. Also on AO3.
Summary: Klaus pays a visit to the Petrova family.
I knocked on the door. It was answered by a woman who was nearly a mirror image of her daughter: dark hair hanging in waves, large brown eyes, and light olive skin.
“Yes?” said the woman in a Bulgarian dialect.
“Is this the Petrova residence?” I asked her. Not waiting for an answer, I continued. “My name is Niklaus Mikaelson. I’m a friend of Katerina’s.”
The woman’s eyes widened at the mention of her banished daughter’s name. I could see the blood beneath her skin begin to move faster and smell the fear coming off of her. She called out a name and a man appeared behind her in the doorway; Katerina’s father, no doubt.
“What is the meaning of this?” said the man in an angry voice. “How dare you come here, after I exiled Katerina to England?”
Ignoring him, I looked to the woman, who continued to stare at me. “Madam, you were just about to ask me in” I said, exercising my compulsion on her.
In a trance, Katerina’s mother said “Why of course; do come in Mr. Mikaelson” just as her husband cried out “No!”
I flashed a wicked grin as I stepped across the threshold. Katerina may be beyond my reach for now, but in the meantime I could find other ways to punish her.