Taming The Hybrid (TVD. Klaus Mikaelson)

The Opera House

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Klaus! You're still weak," I told him, running towards him. I had just walked into the room and watched him stumble as he tried to walk around the bed. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and sat him down on the bed.

"I'm still hungry," whispered. "There's a fresh blood supply in the kitchen."

"You won't make it that far. So be a good little boy and get back into bed," I sighed.

"If I had a quid for every time a woman has tried that line on me-- he began.

"You'd have, like, no money," I interrupted him sarcastically.

"I beg to differ. Some women, besides you, do find me quite charming," he said and grabbed me by my wrist. My eyes were forced closed and a second later I was seeing Klaus in bed with some woman. He was kissing her neck and she was giggling.

Klaus moved them over so they were both laying side by side on the bed still kissing. The sound of a sliding door filled the room and I could see Elijah standing in the doorway wearing a grey suit. "Sleeping with the enemy, I see," Elijah said.

"I'm the ally now, Darling," the woman said. Klaus and her now sitting side by side, sheets covering what I know is there naked bodies.

"Well, indeed," Elijah smiled, walzing into the room and pouring himself a drink.

"Oh, and as a gesture of goodwill from our old enemy, tickets to tonight's opera, 'Les Huguentos,'" Klaus said, grabbing tickets from a table on the side of the bed.

"They have a soprano to die for. I'll introduce you if you promise not to eat her," the woman said, running her hand up and down Klaus's chest. I could feel myself getting more and more jealous by the moment. Klaus had his hand on her thigh over the thing white sheet they shared. Ugh.

"Oh, Lana, a good soprano is never dinner," Elijah stated, heading for the door. Don't go! Interrupt them some more! Elijah stood in front of the door and took a sip of his drink.

"Tell Rebekah to bring Marcel. Fell free, to tell her now, big brother, I have some business I need to discuss with our new ally," Klaus smiled, and tapped his hand on whatever part of her that was under the blanket as she now was laying down again.

My eyes shot open a second later and I was looking down at my twenty first century Klaus. I gulped and held back my jealousy and anger. Somehow I knew that's what he wanted to get out of me. "Why am I not surprised you like opera?" I said, pulling out of his grip. Stupid, asshole.

"Well, I always had a particular soft spot for 'Les Huguenots.' I like the story. It was a tale of forbidden love, a 'Romeo and Juliet' of sorts," he replied casually like what he just showed me wasn't hurful or annoying. He began pulling himself up again, holding on to the bed post. I didn't bother to try to stop him, yet.

"On the day they are to marry, family and long-festering hatred intervene. Thousands are massacred. A father even kills his own child in the final act. I can almost appreciate the irony," he muttered. I saw the sad glimpse in his eyes and immediately felt sorry for him.

"Come here, asshole," I cooed, opening my arms. Klaus slowly turned and raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled softly and walked to him until my arms were around him. "You didn't think it was okay to show me that flashback, did you?" I asked him with a smirk.

"Why not? I was just proving other women are-"

"Attracted to you. Have slept with you. I knew all that. But you are mine. And I never want to see another woman touch you again whether it's from the past or present," I said possessively. I pushed him onto the bed rather roughly and watched him smirk.