Klaus had decided that after 1,032 years, he would finally find his soulmate. He was tired, furious, and deeply disappointed that year after year all he had ever received from women were empty pleasures, rejections, and betrayals—especially Caroline Forbes, who had rejected him just two years earlier. Klaus never forgave her. Still, he let her live and turned his full attention to a new goal: obtaining the most powerful witch he could find.

Gloria.

Gloria was known for practicing the darkest and most dangerous black magic. She was around eighty years old, yet looked no older than forty-five at most. She used Klaus’s blood and ancient voodoo rituals to locate the woman destined for him. It was Gloria who saw you in her visions. And it was Klaus who forced fate itself to bend, making sure your paths crossed as soon as possible. That was how, only a few months later, you found yourself living in Mystic Falls with a 1,032-year-old hybrid—reckless, cruel, and ruthless… yet capable of becoming a tamed wolf, only for you.

Unexpectedly, you were neither vampire, witch, nor werewolf. Klaus chose not to dwell on that detail for the moment; he did not wish to ruin his happiness. You existed. You were with him. And he would ensure you remained his forever, one way or another.

That night, you and he bathed in the lake of Mystic Falls beneath the full moon, thus sealing the soul bond. Both of you cut your palms and joined your blood, sealing an ancient and unbreakable oath.

“You are mine, love” Klaus murmured. “Mine to please, mine to protect. You belong to me until the last breath leaves my lips and my old heart finally stops; until the final white oak stake kills me and the wind of Mystic Falls carries my body away.”