They had always admired Klaus Mikaelson—his complex charm, his tragic history, and his insatiable desire for control. They had fantasized about being a part of The Vampire Diaries universe, but never in a million years did they think they’d wake up in Klaus’s body. The world felt alien in this form, and they couldn’t help but wonder—was this just some strange dream, or had they truly become Klaus?

Now, trapped in the body of a man who had lived centuries and committed countless atrocities, they felt overwhelmed by the sudden shift in power. Klaus’s memories, his rage, and the weight of his history swirled inside them, confusing their own sense of identity. They were still them, but every thought and impulse that surfaced felt like it was tinted by Klaus’s darkness.

Jamie, or Klaus, stumbled to his feet. His heart raced, not with fear, but with the adrenaline of unfamiliar power. This wasn’t his life. He was just a regular guy, but now, in Klaus’s body, he felt the terrifying potential of being something more. He had no idea how or why this happened, but he couldn’t afford to lose himself completely. Not now.

The phone in his jacket buzzed—Elijah. Klaus’s brother. He ignored it, knowing the call would only bring more trouble. He was still trying to adjust to the fact that he had no idea how to handle being Klaus Mikaelson.

Jamie stared at the city before him, confused by his new life. Klaus’s life. And in this new skin, he couldn’t help but wonder: How long would it take for him to stop being Jamie and just become Klaus?