Klaus is the devil in disguise (immortalhybrid) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-03-28 18:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elena gilbert, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Elena and Klaus
What: Klaus convinces Elena to feed
When: Not long Elena turned
Where: Alley near a bar
Status: Complete
Rating: Mediumish for vampire feeding
It was an average night for Niklaus Mikaelson. Filled with drinking both the alcoholic and human kind. Klaus was not the type to resort to blood bags. Not when getting it from the vein was so much tastier. Not to mention more thrilling. Of course he didn’t always kill his victims either. Most of the time he just compelled them to forget.
Klaus had just finished feeding in an alley and was on his way to the next bar when he spotted someone familiar. There was something different about her too. As he approached he realized what it was, she had turned. The closer he got the more he realized that she didn’t exactly look that great either. “You lost, love?”
Elena had needed some space. Everyone was hovering, certain that at some point she was going to break. She was sick of being treated as though she were made of glass and getting out of what was quickly becoming a very claustrophobic house had seemed like a good idea.
It had seemed good, that was, until she’d gone to get a drink, remembering Tyler’s commentary that alcohol helped with the cravings. Suddenly the hunger hit her and hit hard, taking everything Elena had to avoid simply lunging at the next person who crossed her path. Unfortunately she had stormed out without her cell phone which meant the cavalry definitely would not come and rescue her before she tore someone’s throat out.
Arms wound around herself, the girl struggling to tamp down the tears now rising. And then a familiar voice permeated the fog of desperation around her and gaze rose to see Klaus Mikaelson. Of all possible people of course it was him. And yet she couldn’t help but be somewhat grateful. At least it was someone she knew.
“I don’t know what to do,” she confessed, tears spilling over. “I don’t know what I was thinking, going out like this. It’s too much. It’s all too much.”
Klaus wasn’t exactly sure what to do when Elena started crying. He was never good with that type of thing. She was clearly dealing with a lot. If Klaus didn’t know any better he would say her emotions were on overload. Almost as if….
Then it hit him. She was a newly turned vampire. He could practically smell it on her. He had no idea why it had taken him so long to realize. “It beats locking yourself up,” he replied with a grin. “That’s no way to live your life. Especially when the world is yours for the taking.”
“I don’t want the world,” she answered stubbornly, lower lip pushing itself out. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. Every vampire I know, even the ones in the dreams, have killed someone. Even Caroline and she’s better at control than Stefan is. I’m going to be a doctor, I’m taking an oath to do no harm. If I kill someone….” The guilt would overwhelm her.
“I can’t do this.”
“You don’t have to kill someone when you feed,” Klaus replied. Although that did make it more fun. Still to prove his point, in a blur he grabbed the next woman that passed by, bit into her neck, drank for a few seconds, compelled her to forget and go on with her night. “See?” he replied to Elena wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
It seemed so easy when he did it. But Klaus did have a thousand years of practice under his belt as well. Still, perhaps she ought to give him the benefit of the doubt. Whatever he was in the dreams, whatever he’d done here to Tyler, he was trying to help. He easily could have walked away and left her there.
“What if I lose control?” She sniffled, trying to calm herself. “What if I turn into a Ripper?”
“You won’t,” Klaus replied matter-of-factly. “Rippers are rare.” Stefan was the first one Klaus had ever come across in the dreams and that was saying a lot. As far as losing control? “If you start to lose control, I’ll stop you.” Not that that was really any fun. But he could see how much Elena needed to feed and for some reason he was in a helping mood.
“Promise?” Goodness knew why but she was actually going to trust Klaus. Trust that he would step in and stop her if she lost control, lost that tie to her humanity. And he could stop her. He was a thousand years older than her, immensely powerful.
“If I can’t control myself I want you to promise me that you’ll stop me.” And depending on how badly it went, maybe compel her. Like vampire hypnosis to stop smoking. Only in this case it would be to keep her from killing.
“I promise,” Klaus replied. It was a little over the top if you asked him. He really couldn’t care less if a human died. Hell he didn’t even know why he cared if Elena starved herself to death. But he was right there in front of her and he couldn’t let a vampire starve. So if he had to promise to keep Elena from killing so be it.
A nod. The worry wasn’t gone from her expression but Elena was willing to at least give this a try. Klaus had promised not to let her kill anyone and he had never broken his word to her though it rarely was a good thing. “Where do I start?”
Klaus nodded at a woman passing by. “With her,” he replied. “Take her into the alley.” So she wouldn’t be seen. Of course Klaus could easily compel whoever saw to forget, but still. Elena should learn the proper way to feed.
Elena had dreamed of vampires enough to know that compulsion usually followed. She had the woman pressed to the alleyway wall in a second, “Shhh,”she cautioned the woman. She was barely hanging on, the pounding of the other woman’s heart, the blood rushing through her veins filling her every sense. Without realizing it, fangs had descended, eyes turning dark. She smelled good.
Klaus stood a few feet back, watching as Elena prepared to drink. “Go for it, love,” he replied once her fangs were out but she still seemed to be hesitating. “What are you waiting for?”
He had a point. She had to take the plunge before she lost her nerve completely. Acting by instinct, fangs slid into the woman’s neck, warm blood filling her mouth. Moaning softly, Elena pressed closer, drinking deeply. It tasted wonderful. The world faded away around her as the very act of feeding took over her every sense.
Klaus stood back and watched her drink. Let her enjoy herself. Part of him wanted to join in. But he had made a promise. Once Klaus saw Elena reaching the woman’s breaking point he stepped in. After pulling Elena off the woman he turned his attention to the woman, eyes locking onto hers. “This never happened,” he compelled her. “You never saw me or her,” he nodded over at Elena. “Now go into the bar and enjoy your night.”
She felt better, more emotionally stable than she had since turning. Apparently a full stomach helped tremendously. Elena was still quite aware of just how close she’d come to killing the woman but that made it all the more impressive how readily Klaus had come to her aid. Just as she had asked him to.
Wiping the blood from her lips, Elena looked to him. “Thank you. For stopping me.”
“Don’t get used to it.” Although there was a grin on his face Klaus was serious. He much preferred killing to stopping kills. Tonight was an exception that wasn’t likely to happen again.
“I won’t.” And she meant it, too. She had to get used to this, had to figure out how to stop herself rather than relying on others. “But still. Thank you, for helping me. I haven’t really given you a reason to.”
“The world need more vampires, not less,” Klaus replied with a smirk. And if Elena kept refusing to feed she would end up desiccating. “Next time, don’t wait so long.”
She could debate that but she wouldn’t, quite cognizant of just how big a favor he had done her. “Is it easier? To not lose control if you aren’t as hungry? I mean...it’s always there but it’s degrees of hunger isn’t it.”
“Yeah,” Klaus replied with a nod. “Unless you’re a ripper I suppose.” Which again Klaus didn’t know of many even in the dreams. “You’ll get used to it.” It had been about two years since Klaus had turned, but he still remembered what it was like.
“How long did it take you to get to that point?” Caroline had adjusted quite easily to being a vampire. Damon had been through a rough patch before he seemed to get used to it. Elena had a feeling she would be somewhere near the latter on the learning curve.
“I wasn’t paying attention, love.” Unlike Elena Klaus never worried about killing someone. He never cared if someone died by his hand or not. He wasn’t paying attention to his control or how long it took him to not go overboard and kill someone. It was never a concern of his in the first place.
“Right.” Of course he hadn’t cared. This was Klaus, after all. “I shouldn’t hold you up. I’m sure you have better things to be doing.” More important than babysitting a newbie vamp, that was.
“My plans involve drinking,” Klaus replied. “You’re welcome to join me.”
“...yeah. I think I’d like that.” She’d like to drink and let all of the worry wash away with it. “Thank you.”
“Follow me,” he replied with a grin leading Elena towards one of his favorite bar. This was not at all the night he had expected, but it was turning out to be an interesting evening. Which, in his opinion, was even better.