Klaus is the devil in disguise (immortalhybrid) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-05-02 17:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, niklaus mikaelson, yue katou |
Who: Klaus and Katou
What:Klaus attempts to snack on Katou - he does not taste good
When: Recent
Where: Random alley to random bar
Rating/Warnings: Vampirism, minor violence
Status: Complete
After everything that happened with Freya, Klaus needed a night of drinking. Both in the form of alcohol and blood. Which was precisely why Klaus found himself bar hopping. A few drinks from the bar, a few drinks from someone’s neck (preferably a pretty blonde) and he was off to the next bar.
He was making his way through an alley when he heard someone else. A young man. Hell, he could even be considered a boy. Not that it mattered much to Klaus. It had been over an hour since his last taste of blood, focussing too much on the alcohol at the last bar. And flirting with a perky blonde instead of choosing to feed from her he had gotten her number. So now he was due for another snack. In the blink of an eye he was at the guys neck, teeth sinking in. Just as fast as he had latched on to the guy he recoiled spitting the blood out. “You taste like plants,” he spat, not caring how it looked. He could just compel the guy anyway.
Some people might have called Katou a pretty blond. Michael no doubt did at least. Really, Katou should probably be at Michael’s place right now - he knew how his boyfriend got cabin fever being trapped inside his house like he was. But Katou didn’t really care that much. What he needed was a night of drinking, away from the OC bullshit, and where people wouldn’t question him.
Unfortunately, he apparently couldn’t escape the OC bullshit. He’d been looking for his smokes when someone came out of literally nowhere and sank their teeth into his neck. He gave a yell, pulling away sharply and gave the man an incredulous look, bringing his hand up to his neck. Was he… complaining about how Katou tasted? “Did you just bite me?!” he asked.
Klaus spit again, getting every last drop of the plant blood off his lips. “Why the hell do you taste like plants?!” he exclaimed completely ignoring the man’s question. There were more important things to figure out at the moment. Like how the hell his blood could taste so damn gross. It wasn’t like vervain either. Not that Klaus had tasted that in real life, but he remembered the taste from dreams at least.
“Hey, maybe if you didn’t go around biting people, you wouldn’t have to deal with the ones who taste like plants. Ever think of that, jackass?” Katou sneered. He was almost offended at how disgusted this dude was at the taste of Katou. Really, he didn’t have to justify why he tasted like plants when this guy had just come out of nowhere and tried to eat him.
Did this little shit really just call him a jackass? Klaus picked the guy up by his shirt collar. “What did you just call me?” he growled eyes glowing yellow for a second in a fit of rage before they turned back to their normal blue.
It was a defense reaction more than anything that cause Katou to adopt Klaus’s face, twisted with every all the considerable hatred Katou could muster to mirror the look on Klaus’s face when he grabbed Katou. The change in eye colour was interesting, and if Katou’s introduction to Klaus hadn’t been the man sinking his fangs into Katou’s neck, would have told him that Klaus was at the very least supernatural himself, if not a dreamer.
“What, you deaf?” Katou asked, Klaus’s voice coming from his lips.
What. The. Fuck.
Why was Klaus staring back at himself? In hybrid form no less. What the hell was this guy? Not only did he taste like plants but he could shapeshift? “What the hell are you?” Klaus snapped again, reverting back to his hybrid form. This time he didn’t bother to change back to normal.
In the brief moment of shock, Katou pulled away from Klaus’s grip and resumed his regular facade. Holding someone else’s face was a lot of hard work. “You know, I could ask you the same question,” he drawled calmly, despite the fact that his heart was pounding in his chest. He doubted the guy was going to try to eat him again, especially with how disgusted he seemed by Katou’s blood, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t try to kill him anyway. But if he did, Katou’d be giving it back just as good as he got.
“I asked first,” Klaus snarled in response. If this plant person thought he was going to get any information out of Klaus he had another thing coming. Especially if he expected if before Klaus found out just why he tasted so bad.
“Then I guess neither of us are getting any answers,” Katou said, shrugging. It wasn’t like Katou could just up and say ‘oh hey, I’m a ghost’ like Michael could. No, to get into what he was needed a bit more explanation, and he didn’t really want to get into it with some guy who’d attacked him and called him gross. “Though I’m gonna go out on a limb and say you’re a vampire or something.”
Klaus didn’t like that answer. Proved by how he picked the other guy up throwing him against the wall. “I said,” he snarled. “You first.” He wasn’t about to confirm that he was indeed a vampire. Or at least part vampire. However with his rage, his fangs were indeed in full view.
Katou gasped, the wind being knocked out of him when Klaus slammed him against the wall. But he hadn’t come back to life four times just to be killed now, and he hadn’t been made Setsuna’s champion in the dreams by having a slow reaction time. Even before he could manage to take a breath, his claws were out and he was plunging them into the vampire’s stomach.
Did this guy just? Yeah, he just stabbed Klaus. With his, metal claws? What the fuck? But all it caused was a sincical laugh from the hybrid. Like being stabbed with metal was going to do anything to him. Hell even being stabbed with a stake wouldn’t do shit. Eyes went yellow again as he pushed the guy off of him with enough force to toss him into the opposite wall of the alley. Using his speed he was there in a flash, pinning him against the wall. “What. Are. You?!” he demanded his voice a growl.
Katou maybe hadn’t been expecting his claws to kill a vampire, though he wouldn’t have been too put out if he had, but he had at least expected it to slow the guy down so he could beat a hasty retreat. Katou was hardly sober, and definitely in no shape to fight someone with abilities. But he realized that even had he been a quick as he normally was, he still wouldn’t have time to counter the vampire’s attack. Katou was fast, but not that fast.
He was winded, but he managed to wheeze out a bit of a laugh. “I’m just a junkie,” he rasped. “How I got this body’s a long story, and no offense, but you don’t seem like a patient dude.”
“Try me,” Klaus growled. It was true he wasn’t the most patient guy. But he wanted answers. If he had to hear some long ass story to get them so be it.
If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. But Katou knew that he didn’t stand a chance if he went head to head with this guy. Which meant that he needed a change of tactics. He gave a bit of an apologetic smile and sheepishly shrugged his shoulders, feeling the rough brick against his shoulders. “Alright, you’ve clearly got me beat,” he said smoothly. “How ‘bout we get a couple drinks and I’ll tell you all about it, boss.”
If this guy thought Klaus wouldn’t hurt him in a public place he had another thing coming. Klaus would injure this guy wherever. So going to get a drink while he heard the story didn’t make much of a difference to him. “Fine,” Klaus conceded. “You’re buying.”
Katou frowned. He hadn’t intended to buy the drinks, but it didn’t seem like he had much choice. He led Klaus into the bar where Katou had just come out of, sat down, and ordered them both a couple of drinks, then leaned back. “Alright, you want the long or the short version?” he asked.
Klaus Mikaelson was not a patient man. “Short version,” he replied settling onto the stool. And if that wasn’t enough of an explanation he supposed he’d have to sit through the long version.
Katou nodded as their drinks were brought out to them. The short version was definitely prefered. “In my dreams - I assume you get them, a strong guy like you - I died. The Angel of Death, Uriel, made me a new body made outta plant material. Later, Lucifer chopped off my arm so another angel made me a new arm. And that’s about it.” At least he didn’t need to explain his wings too; Klaus hadn’t seen those yet.
“Let me get this straight,” Klaus said taking a long sip of his drink. “You died in the dreams and were recreated as a plant? Only in human form?” At least that was what Klaus had gathered from the guy’s explanation. “And it carried over here.”
“I'm not a plant in human form,” Katou said sharply. “I’m human. My body’s just… made out of plants instead of just being a walking pile of meat.” His body functioned just like a normal one - his heart pumped, his nervous system worked, he bled, albeit less than a normal human, when he was cut. But as handy as his body was, he often missed his own. “Your turn. What's your story.”
Klaus wasn’t exactly seeing the difference. But it seemed like a touchy topic and Klaus really didn’t care what the difference was. The guy still tasted like crap. As for his story? Well that was something he hadn’t intended on telling. However, he didn’t really mind letting it slip. “I’m a hybrid. The original hybrid.” Because that point was important. Especially with Tyler running around.
Katou raised an eyebrow. Klaus didn’t seem like the type of a guy who would appreciate a joke, like ‘so where do I put the keys?’ But that still meant that Katou had no damn clue what the hell he meant. “I’m just gonna go ahead and assume you ain’t a car.”
“Of course I’m not a car,” Klaus growled. What the hell did this guy think? But then he was made of plants or some shit so he supposed his ridiculous comment made some kind of sense.
“Then I ain’t got a fucking clue what a hybrid is,” Katou said nonchalantly. At least, until he remembered who he was talking to and what he was capable of. He added on a “Sir.”
“A combination of a vampire and a werewolf,”Klaus replied nonchalantly. He didn’t care too much about keeping what he was private. Especially when this guy had already seen part of what he could do. Might as well give him more reason to fear Klaus. Besides it wasn’t like he or anyone could do anything to Klaus. He was the original hybrid. He couldn’t be killed.
A combination of vampire and werewolf. Katou tried to fight down the urge that brought the corners of his lips up in a smirk, but he didn’t quite manage it. At least he managed to resist asking if he sparkled. “That’s cool,” he managed after a moment. “So like, am I gonna turn into a vampire or a werewolf or whatever now that you bit me?” Because howling at the moon really wasn’t Katou’s idea of a good time.
Klaus laughed at Katou’s question. How naive some people could be. But then he didn’t know shit about being formed by plants or whatever the hell Katou was. Not that he really cared to know. “No,” Klaus replied with another chuckle. “You won’t turn.” How one became a vampire or a hybrid though, Klaus was not about to get into.
“Cool,” Katou said. “‘Cause I don’t even know how that’d work out for me. Like, would I still eat people? Or have to bite into a nice tasty tree or something? Well, nice talking to you.” And with that, he finished the rest of his beer and stood to leave, not bothering to leave money to pay for the drinks.
Klaus could easily just compel the drinks. However, he had told Katou he was paying and he was not about the guy get away that easily. He held people to their word. So the second Katou stood to leave Klaus used his vampire speed blocking the man’s path. “I believe you owe the bartender some money.”
Katou frowned, wanting to tell this guy to fuck off and buy his own drink, but, well, he’d narrowly escaped an asskicking the last time he’d gone toe to toe with him. In fact, he still ached all over from when Klaus had flung him around like a ragdoll. Without a word, he fished into his pocket and slammed a handful of bills on the table. “Happy?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Klaus didn’t bother to respond. The second the tab was paid for he took off at vampire speed, leaving Katou alone in the bar.