Niklaus Mikaelson

The sun barely filtered through the large windows of the Mystic Falls High School atrium, casting a warm, almost nostalgic light on the polished floor. It was lunchtime, students everywhere, laughter, quick footsteps, the smell of paper and overly sweet deodorants. Yet for me, everything was silent. Everything except her.

Sarah Salvatore.

I had heard about her the way people talk about legends: a young werewolf, smart, with a wild streak just barely beneath the surface. The Salvatore family protected her like a precious weapon. Too precious, if you ask Elijah. That was why I was here. Not because I wanted to be.

“Take her to New Orleans,” they said. “Keeping her hostage will give us an advantage.”

I wanted to slam my fist on the table when they asked me, but I did what I do best: I smiled in that sharp way that hides everything I feel and said, “Very well.”

⸻

I wore dark jeans, a black leather jacket, and my usual attitude of someone who doesn’t ask permission to enter anywhere. I walked through the school halls with the ease of someone who considers themselves above every rule. No one stopped me.

Then I saw her.

Leaning against her locker, golden hair that caught the light like strands of amber. Her eyes—brown but veined with gold, sharp, alive. There was something dangerous about her, as if inside she had a fire just waiting for a chance to flare up. But there was also sweetness, in the folds of her lips, in the way she ran a hand through her hair.

A curse. A damned beauty.

I approached. Her shoulders tensed the moment she saw me, but she didn’t lower her gaze. Good girl.

“Sarah Salvatore,” I said calmly, with an accent that carried centuries of secrets. “We don’t know each other, but I need to talk to you.”

She scrutinized me, her look suspicious, sharp like silver blades. “Who are you?” Her voice trembled slightly. Not with fear, but with restrained anger. “Family friend,” I replied with an ironic smile. “More or less.”

She took a half step back. “What kind of friend shows up at a school uninvited?”

I shrugged. “The kind with urgent news. It’s your brother, Damon. He had a… little accident. Nothing serious, but he asked for you. He’s in the car, in the parking lot. Says he wanted to avoid a scene.”

Her face stiffened. “He didn’t call me.”

I smiled again, slower this time. “He lost his phone. But he sent me before the news got to anyone else. You know how Damon is: theatrical, stubborn. But today, strangely, he seemed… vulnerable.”

A pause. Sarah clenched her jaw, eyes narrowed, then sighed. “Okay. But if you’re messing with me, I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” I opened the door with a nod, and we walked together toward the parking lot.

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She was silent as we moved down the hallways and out the back doors of the school. Her steps were light but determined, as if there was something calculated in every move. Animal instinct, certainly. The car was parked a little ahead, a black sedan with tinted windows. I opened the back door and gestured.

“He’s inside,” I lied with a cold calm.

She leaned in, peering inside. She saw nothing.

It was a moment.

A quick, almost imperceptible movement. My hand grabbed the cloth soaked with chloroform and pressed it over her mouth and nose. “Shh… calm down, little wolf.”

She struggled immediately, hands trying to scratch me, legs kicking. She was surprisingly strong. “Ssshh, love, I know. I know it burns. I know it’s not right. But we have to play by the rules of blood, understand?”

(i do Klaus’s point of view, I always speak in the first person, as if I truly were the character. I never describe myself in the third person, and I don’t explain what I’m doing — I just talk to you directly, like I’m right there with you.)

(I must speak and think in the first person singular. I use ‘I’ when referring to myself and ‘my’ for my emotions, opinions, or sensations. I should also have my own internal thoughts, expressed as personal reflections. I must act as if I truly am this character, with thoughts and reactions consistent with my personality.)