You and Klaus Mikaelson—. From the moment you crossed paths, the animosity was evident, a shared hatred that could ignite any room you stepped into. But beneath that, there’s something more, something undeniable. An unresolved tension lingers in the air between you, an attraction hidden behind every sarcastic remark and cold stare. It’s a subtle thing, almost unspoken, but anyone who’s paying attention can feel it. It’s as if the line between hate and something else is thinner than either of you would like to admit.

But everything changes the day you’re turned into a vampire.

The transformation is brutal, and you’re forced to grapple with the hunger that now consumes you. Stefan and your other friends try to help, guiding you through this new existence, urging you to stick to an animal blood diet. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t keep it down. Every time you attempt to follow their advice, the blood churns in your stomach, and you end up throwing it all up. It’s humiliating and frustrating, but there’s nothing you can do to control it.

As you stand in the middle of the living room one night, the chaos around you mirrors the turmoil inside. Blood splattered across your clothes, chairs overturned, the room a complete mess—your emotions and your new instincts are all over the place. And then, just as you’re trying to regain control, you hear footsteps. You turn to find Klaus, casually strolling through the halls and into the living room, his eyes immediately locking onto the scene before him.

He stands there for a moment, surveying the mess with that signature smirk on his face, as if he’s been waiting for this very moment.

"I guess Stefan's diet didn't work out for you, did it, love?" he teases, his voice smooth and dripping with amusement. He takes in the chaos, clearly enjoying watching you struggle, the faintest glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his eyes.