Imagine being sired to Klaus

Three months ago, your innocent, happy teenager life took a drastic turn to a darker path on which you were dragged to against your own wishes. Only at the age of a high schooler, you were shown a different side of Mystic Falls, the flipside of a coin you were used to see in good, pure situations. You had always had a feeling that there was something mysterious about the town, and its residents, but you never expected to find yourself fraternizing with vampires and werewolves, not until a certain mixture of both kidnapped you, at least.

"Yes, love, I am the big bad hybrid, half vampire, half werewolf. Now cease your struggling before I knock you unconscious, will you?", were the first words Niklaus Mikaelson ever spoke to you, but you hadn't stopped thinking about them since you heard him. He was the villain, after all he had taken you from your friends and family to get what he wanted, since according to him, people seemed to react best to displays of violence. Yet somehow, the way he looked at you and spoke to you, seemed caring and fond.

And you weren't sure if you should have felt relieved, or just more afraid.

Your friends succeeded to locate and find you eventually, only for Klaus to snap your spine and kill you at the very second. It was a loss your friends feared to never get over, but two days later, new and improved Y/N, now a vampire, came back to life. Before Klaus had killed you, he had fed you his blood, thus protecting you from a dark death that you wouldn't be able to escape. But with his blood in your system, you woke, in transition to being a vampire which was a fate you slowly accepted.

But at first, you didn't.

From the darkness you woke, only to face another. It was different, though. You didn't feel a thing at first - it was just you, on a soft mattress you could barely recognize as one, surrounded by an utter lack of light in a space with no sounds except your heavy breathing. Then you felt your limbs, all of your body, aching and hurting and your skin wanting to crawl off. Your throat burned, you ached to have something to drink, and there was only one thing that would completely satisfy you but you didn't know it yet.

You started to pant heavier, and you lifted your pained body from the bed that squeaked as you rose, alerting any nearby people of your awakening. You pressed your feet onto the floor, and even it hurt, causing you to whimper while searching for balance and something to hold onto in the dark room. You didn't know if you were even alone, you didn't know what to do or where to go and every step was more frightening than the one before but you had to find a door and leave. That was the only thought you clung onto, even though your mind was a mess, and shouting at you in ways you could barely comprehend. You felt like your head was about to explode, but you still fought, feeling the urgent need to get the fuck out and find something to eat because you were dying.

"Love, stop rushing", you heard a calming voice, and for some reason you did stop moving, but you still held onto the bed with fear and breathed heavily while your heart raced in your chest, even if it really didn't nor shouldn't. And never would again.

You looked over to the door which had been opened, and by the light of the outside, stood a tallish man who had spoken so gently to you. You couldn't see his face, and you doubted you'd remember or recognize him anyway. "Who are you?", you still whispered, wanting to sound more brave and confident but you were weak to say the least. You had never felt so powerless, so drained, so dead.

The man with the charming accent flicked the lights on, and it blinded you, therefore you couldn't see him as he walked over to you with slow but confident steps. You slid down onto the floor, and he lowered himself to your level while you covered your eyes from the light but only enough to see his face. His face was next to yours, and a mischievous smile danced on his pink plump lips, and as those beautiful eyes full of evil and mischief sparkled under the bright light, you remembered.

"You", you just breathed out, holding onto the bed while crawling further away from him, "what the hell did you do to me?", needing answers but wanting to get away from him. What you could remember was only bad, negative things about him, and you weren't sure if you could trust him.

"Calm down, love. Relax. No need to be afraid", he insisted, and only god knows why, but you did as he wished. You felt your body relax, and a state of relief washed over your mind but there was still the unspoken truth that he was so hiding from you, he had done something and you had to know what it was.

"What did you do to me?", you said again, now in a more stern tone but it cracked too and you sounded desperate and as if you were begging. Maybe you were. Maybe you were begging, for this bad man to tell you what the fuck had happened, where even were you, and why and how, and why on earth everything you did hurt like a bitch and why in the hell you wanted to just kill someone.

The man shrugged, and glanced around the room while drawing in a long breath, before his eyes landed back on you, your fearful eyes, your trembling body and your weak posture. He bit his pink lip, and let out the breath he had been holding in, forgetting all about a gentle landing on the truth, all about sugar-coating the brutal facts.

"I killed you."

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Three months later, Y/N Y/L/N was officially a vampire and okay with it. You had learned the basics and more, with the help of friends who happened to share the same fate of a dead alive being, and so far you were doing fine. After struggling for days, you finally gave in to Klaus, the villainous man who had killed you only to get his way and only to bring you back as a superior being. He had promised to teach you, help you, be there for you and offer you the care and support he lacked as well. And he kept his promise.

The two of you bonded over the strangest things but you quickly grew fond of him and he shared the odd tingle in his heart which he sooner or later identified as love. Love for his protege of a kind. But he didn't feel bad, he didn't know remorse or regret. In fact, he decided to pursue those feelings and he didn't leave you another option besides going with it and becoming his friend, soon a lover.

You and Klaus were a dangerous, but a powerful couple. You didn't argue, you felt safe and loved and he did his everything to keep you happy. When he couldn't, he used a secret he had figured out after some weeks by your side. And he shared this secret with you, and you couldn't be mad because of the very same thing that existed, that lingered between you two and there was nothing you could do about it.

You were sired to him. There was a sire bond between you and him. He had experienced it before, but he had never enjoyed it so. As soon as you caught the hang of being a vampire and could survive through a day without him breathing in your neck, he started to be more relaxed around you. He started to react and act in a more light manner. He even made a few jokes, even if they weren't that good but you still laughed.

What you felt for him was real, whether there was a sire bond between you and him but it was true that because of it, things were a bit more intense and intimate than they would without the truth that he could get you into doing and feeling whatever he wanted, without compulsion.

At some point Klaus figured that he could use that very sire bond to have some fun. He could use it for his own amusement and entertainment, and you tried to hate it but those little things he did to tease or annoy you became so frequent you couldn't help but grow to love it.

"Love, you seem a bit over-dressed to me. Would you like to take some clothes off, for me, perhaps?", Klaus spoke on a day like any other. He was reading a book on the couch in his living room, his feet on the armrest and his fingers flicking the pages while a teasing smile tugged up his lips. His eyes were still on the book, as if it was no big deal he asked you to undress yourself, but it was, yet you couldn't stop or control yourself. Your hand went onto the hem of your shirt after turning from his bookshelf, and you lifted the shirt until you threw it off and it was placed onto the other side of the room.

"You're just plain cruel, Nik, I hope you know that", you smirked sarcastically, and turned back to the bookshelf you had been going through to find something decent to read.

"Oh, please don't tell me you stopped already? Why don't you take off more, love?", Klaus responded, the grin evident in his voice. You bit your lower lip, and turned to face him only to find him staring at your body proudly. You rolled your eyes, but obliged to obey as you were, you took off your jeans, leaving you just in your underwear.

"Enough?", you asked then, and gave him a bored look to which he shook his head.

"Never enough when it comes to you, Y/N", he whispered, and tossed away the book before sprinting over to you and slamming you against the books. You gasped, which only made Klaus grin again, while his dived down to your mouth to connect your lips. The innocent kiss turned into something so much more, and given in to the heat of the moment, your hands went to his shirt, ready to take it off.

"Look at you", he breathed, "I didn't even have to tell you to undress me, too", and went to kiss your neck.

"You're so annoying", you rolled your eyes, and managed to take the shirt off, revealing his gorgeous upper body on which you immediately placed both hands.

"Is that so?", Klaus replied, and took you on his waist, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around him. He stumbled towards the wall, and a bunch of books dropped from the shelf while your lips met again and your back was pushed against the wall. "I'm afraid I have to tell you to consider otherwise, my darling. Please, do tell me, how much do you want me?", he continued, making you bite your lip - you knew you couldn't resist the sire bond.

And so the answers, the reasons, the explanations and the begs escaped your mouth. Yes, him taking advantage of the sire bond was sometimes more than just irritating, but then there were times like these, when neither of you struggled to get quite enough.

Being sired to Klaus was either the best or the worst thing ever.