His angel ~a Klaus Mikaelson x OC love story~

My saving grace

I turn around to see my father.

He looks the angriest I've ever seen him.

"Where have you been? You've been gone for days!" He shouts.

Tears fill my eyes as I try to find an explanation.

"I was staying at a friends house." I whimper out.

"Don't lie to me!" He screams, striding across the room.

The next thing I see is a hand flying across my face.

My hands moves quickly to cover the stinging red spot on my cheek.

"I know you were whoring around. Tell the truth and maybe I'll go lighter on the punishment." He says, eerily calm.

"I didn't sleep with anybody! I've never even kissed anyone!" I scream, rage filling my body.

He looks at me in shock. I'd never raised my voice at him before.

His face sets into a look of pure rage as he quickly moves toward me, grabbing me by the forearms and throwing me to the ground.

His foot collides with my stomach multiple times. I groan and clutch my aching abdomen.

I cry as he straddles me, lifting me up and slamming down again and again. My head pounding against the floor each time.

"You wanna act like a whore outside this house, you're gonna be one inside too. Maybe this will teach you a lesson." He spits out, his hand reaching down to undo his belt.

"NO! No, no, no!" I scream as tears flood from my eyes.

In a sudden flash he's ripped off of me and thrown against the wall.

I roll over, burying my head in my arms, bawling.

I flinch hard and cry more when I feel arms wrap around me.

"Shhh. It's okay, love. You're okay. I promise." Klaus says as his large hand comfortingly runs over my hair.

I continue hysterically crying as I clutch his arms, burying my head into his shoulder.

"Has he done this before?" Klaus asks, gently whispering in my ear.

I nod my head against his shoulder.

"Okay. Just wait right here, love." He replies before gently pulling back.

I watch as he strides over to my father, gripping his throat and dragging him to his feet.

"You will not touch her ever again. You will not speak to her unless she tells you to. And you will not do anything wrong to her for the rest of your pathetic little life. Do you understand." He compels, harshly digging his fingers into the man's neck.

"I understand." My father manages to choke out his response.

Klaus drops him to the ground and walks back over to me.

"Come on, love. You'll be safe with me, I swear it." He holds his hand out with a comforting smile.

I take it immediately as he helps me to stand.

"Thank you." I say, my voice cracking from all the screaming.

"Anything for you, love."

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We stand in a large warehouse filled with wooden crates. Klaus looks down at an unmoving Elijah, who lies in a coffin.

"I suppose, brother, you've been reunited with our family." Klaus speak as he closes the coffin and looks at his two henchmen.

"Put him with the others. We're leaving town tonight."

The men follow his orders.

I look down at Stefan's phone, which displays a text reading "Damon's okay. Where R U?".

I'm flooded with relief over the fact my best friend is okay.

"So...Did Katerina make it in time?" Klaus asks.

"You won't be seeing her again, you know." Stefan answers, referring to Katherine.

"Because she's on vervain? I've been around a long time, Stefan. I rarely get played for a fool. Besides, she won't get far. You'll help me see to that."

Stefan walks up to him.

"What is it you really want from me?" He asks, looking annoyed but curious.

"All will be explained in time. Once we leave this tragic little town." Klaus responds, holding his hand out toward me.

I walk over and take it in mine, watching as a satisfied smile grows on his face.

"Then are we done here? Can we go?" Stefan questions.

"Not quite. You see, I have a gift for you." Klaus says. "Come here, sweetheart. Don't be afraid."

A girl walks over from behind a crate timidly. Klaus looks at Stefan.

"See, I wanna make sure you honor our deal...that you'll be of use to me."

He uses his free hand to grab the girl as he bites into her neck, drinking her blood.

"I could have compelled her to behave, but a real ripper enjoys the hunt." Klaus explains, he then releases her, watching as she runs away

Stefan stops her, bites her and drinks her blood until she's dead.

I look at my shoes, not wanting to see the gory scene before me.

Klaus seems to notice my uncomfortable state as he squeezes my hand in reassurance before speaking.

"Now we can go."

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I feel so motivated to write rn for some reason