sleeping beauty ; klaus mikaelson

SEVEN

" 'Rory?" Klaus tiredly said, noticing how her breath had hitched when he opened the door, despite how he thought she had been asleep for hours now. They had pulled up to the bar that Ray should be at. Yet, despite how much he knew it would hurt, he had a smart idea for the plan. Everyone knew that Aurora was pretty, he was proud of himself for keeping her for so long for that fact. Though if he really wanted to think, it was because of her slumber that he could keep her for so long. The simple facts were that he had a beautiful girlfriend and he was going to do what he did with everything else - use that for his own good. Hopefully, this was going to go over well with her because honestly, she was going to be his biggest challenge at the moment. Pretty little sleeping beauty was a memory that was back to life and therefore it was as if she was just used by her.

"Hmm?" She finally answered, sitting up with tired eyes. Her eyes quickly popped open in confusion, scared something had happened and so she naturally asked. "Did something happen?" Instead of the worry coming to life, there was just an unknowingly kittenish smirk that stretched and he just nodded concisely. . "Can I help?" He nodded once more, holding up a dress that he had bought for her not too long ago. Her eyes lit up with excitement and she grabbed it from his hands. The beautiful pink fabric was soft in her hands and she all but squealed out the next word. "Really?"

"Yes, really." He finally spoke again, her laughter filling the air around them. She was like oxygen that breathed through his lungs, the addictive way her smiles filled him with a sense of pride and now this laughter that echoed in his ears forever would remind him of how she awoke just for him. Slowly the ancient beauty stood with her lover blocking Stefan's view of her bare body stripped the clothing off her body. Klaus didn't face her, knowing with their new 'laws' she would tell him off. The dress was soon pulled over her head and the girl looked down at herself with a bright grin. The foreign saint-like girl turned to Klaus and tapped his shoulder cheerily. He turned, lips parting in surprise at just how flawless she was. He looked away, swallowing as if he was parched. He would never get used to how she looked so lively despite having been asleep for a millennium. He swore at himself mentally for what he was about to do but did it nonetheless. He smiled coquettishly at her as he wrapped one of his muscled arms around her and pulled her towards him to kiss her flirtatiously. However, she stopped him with widened eyes as if his touch would burn her.

"Woah!" She exclaimed, hand shooting up to block his oddly soft lips. "Have you already forgotten our agreement Klaus?" He let out a soft sigh, wrapping his hand around hers to smile comfortingly. "No more of this PDA stuff. I need time to figure out the world with you and when you kiss me it just scrambles my mind up." She innocently said, squeezing his hand tightly before he let go of her. "Thank you." She quietly whispered and after a moment she looked up at him. "Now, how can I help?"

There was a rather brief explanation of hybrids and how they were vital in Klaus' plan to success though most of it was spent with Aurora screwing and unscrewing a bottle of lip gloss with furrowed brows. After a moment of listening again she swept a layer of the strawberry ice cream colored lip gloss on over her already pinkened lips. The way she smiled so brightly could clear the darkness from any human soul yet instead the two boys just stared blankly as she walked away from them.

The girl had charm, she had looks, she had the innocence of a flower, and that's what made her so dangerous as she strut into the bar. The girl flashed a big cheesy smile at the male sitting at the bar as she stopped behind the stool. She stood in the dim light like a beacon shining down on her like she was some sort of angel sent to make the bar seem more fun. Though if you looked close enough you would be able to see that she had already wiped the pink lip gloss onto the back of her hand and her lips looked bloodied by how raw she had chewed them over the time. Yet in the darkened light of the bar and through the drunken eyes of Ray she was perfect.