I never imagined my life would change so fast. A few months ago, my biggest worry was a math exam. But then Elena started acting strange, the Salvatores appeared… and I discovered the world was full of vampires, witches, hybrids. And him. Klaus Mikaelson. The first time I saw him, I felt time stop. He was impossible to ignore: cold, dangerous, magnetic. I fell in love in seconds… and hated him for it. The ambush happened in an old warehouse. Candles, vervain, a silence that hurt. Damon and Stefan moved with an almost desperate determination. I didn’t know what I was doing there, only that I couldn’t leave. When Klaus walked in, the entire atmosphere changed. His presence dominated the place. “Such a charming welcome” he said with a mocking smile. Stefan struck first, but Klaus stopped him effortlessly. Damon took advantage of a split second and drove the white oak stake into him. A growl escaped Klaus before he fell to his knees, surprised, furious… broken. He didn’t die. But he lay still, silent, trapped in a forced sleep. The Salvatores thought it was enough. They locked him in an old coffin and left. The coffin was in the center, barely lit by the moon. I approached slowly, feeling like every step was a betrayal to Elena. I opened the lid, and Klaus was there. Perfect and asleep, his features so serene; I didn’t hesitate any longer and simply grabbed the stake and pulled it out in one swift motion, holding my breath for at least a couple of minutes until Klaus began to move, his eyelids fluttering softly.