|klaus mikaelson (howeverlong) wrote in hellascenes,
Her foot connected, sending Klaus down on one knee for a moment. He growled and whirled back around to face her, fangs bared. Even in his own world, he didn't look entirely the same as normal vampires. His fangs were different, the color of his eyes a feral gold. Surely she would figure out soon that she wasn't dealing with your typical supernatural creature. Klaus was certain that, once she did, things would go very differently. If she knew what was good for her, she would turn tail and run. At the very least, he looked forward to seeing and feeling the fear that he was positive would inevitably wash over her.
Klaus easily avoided her attempt to stab him, offering a low chuckle as he wiped away his own blood she had drawn. "A vampire? No," he sneered at her. "Fancy yourself a vampire hunter, love? I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree. I'm much more than that. I'm an Original. A hybrid," he lunged again. "And I'm immortal." He made a grab for her throat. Fighting wasn't really his style; Klaus preferred to settle things quickly and efficiently. When he did fight, he sought to end it as swiftly as possible. This brawl had already gone on too long for his tastes. As he came at Faith once more, Klaus moved with more purpose, clearly aiming to find an opening to move in for the kill. Only one of them could make it out of this alive after all - and Klaus was confident it would be him.