A/N: I don't own The Vampire Diaries...this is based off the TV show. This is totally AU. This is my take on what if Klaus had a love interest. This is my first TVD fanfic so be kind. Please Review and let me know if this is worth continuing. Constructive Criticism is always welcomed. Can't become a better writer if you don't learn from your mistakes. I'll stop rambling now so that you can enjoy this first chapter. Thanks ;*

Chapter 1

The tiny brunette is giggling softly into the phone as the monster watches her closely from his perch on the thick branch of the old oak tree outside her home. He can hear her talk to her sister about mundane human things. The hybrid's eyes easily follow the pretty Latina as she moves from room to room in the spacious secluded house.

Her voice is raspy and throaty and causes the monster to groan at the sexy tone. He loves the way her voice spills from her pouty lips like smooth thick honey. The hybrid's ears perk up as the conversation turns to a more interesting subject, Him.

"Everything is fine Angie…I'm happy. Nick makes me happy." The tiny brunette sighs softly as she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge while balancing her cell between her ear and shoulder. She's tired of having this conversation with her friends and family. Tired of explaining her relationship with Klaus.

"I'm just concerned Soraya. Your boyfriend has you surrounded by creepy bodyguards 24/7. You can't even drive yourself anywhere. You're driven around in some bullet proof SUV like you're in the witness protection program." Soraya's sister huffs harshly, not liking the idea that her sister is mixed up with some kind of crime boss. There's no other way to describe her sister's mystery man. What she doesn't know is that he is far worse than what she thinks.

"Nicklaus is just being overprotective. His business got a little personal recently and he just wants to keep me safe. That's all." Soraya doesn't know what Klaus does exactly. She knows nothing of the supernatural and believes that her hybrid fiancé is a human business man who runs the family's company that deals with mergers and acquisitions.

"Ok…just don't let him control your life, Raya. The family would get off your back if we could just meet this guy. It's been almost a year. Just Think about it. Talk to you later. Luv ya." Soraya says her goodbyes to her sister and hangs up her cell with a heavy heart.

She knows they mean well but wishes they would just accept her relationship and leave her be. Klaus watches as his human love wipes away a few stray tears from her smooth round cheeks. His long dead humanity flares painfully at the sight of her sad eyes. Klaus doesn't know how it happened but this tiny fragile mortal holds so much power of his very existence.

The moment her heart no longer beats and her last breath leaves her body he would find a way to end his long life. Because to be in a world where she no longer exist is painfully unimaginable. Klaus has contemplated whether or not to change her but is oddly terrified that she would lose what he loves the most about her, her humanity.

Klaus watches her a few moments more before making himself known to her. It's been two weeks since he last saw her and his being aches to hold her tiny form in his arms. He's had to deal with the Scooby gang in Mystic Falls and their failed attempt at killing him yet again.

He has plans which they seem to be determined to stop him from completing. It's not like he's going to kill the doppelgänger, she'd be useless to him dead. Recently his thoughts have been turning towards just giving up on creating a hybrid race and just scooping up Soraya and disappearing to some remote tropical island to live out the rest of eternity. She's dangerous and she doesn't even know it. His little mortal is turning his world upside down and yet he doesn't try to stop her.

Klaus knows he has to leave her if he ever wants to get back on track with his plans for world domination but a part of him just can't seem to let her go. The tiny Latina is like a drug addiction he just can't shake. The need for her is almost painful. The longer he stays away from her the more he feels like he's going through withdrawals.

Klaus almost decides to turn and run but his hybrids are close by guarding the house and he doesn't want to be seen as weak. So he knocks on the door and patiently waits for his lovely Soraya. She swings open the door and he becomes slightly annoyed. She's too trusting and he wants to yell at her about how she needs to be more cautious but the moment he looks into her honey colored eyes all thoughts leave his mind.

"Nick!" Soraya's raspy voice is a soothing balm to Klaus' conflicted mind. He strides through the door at his fastest human pace and gathers her small curvy body in his strong arms. He's the devil incarnate and she's the closest to heaven that he'll ever find in this world.

Klaus pulls away slowly and cups her small face in his large hands. He runs his thumb across her smooth cheek before pressing his full lips to her delicate pouty mouth. Klaus can barely contain the low growl threatening to break free. He must push back his desire to sink his fangs into her slender neck and drain her dry.

Klaus won't feed from her ever. He does not want to taint her. Soraya is too pure and he doesn't deserve her but Klaus is selfish. He's always been and he wants to hold on to her innocence and blinding lightness for as long as he can before his darkness ruins everything. It will always ruin everything because it is nature's way of balancing the scales.

So for now he kisses her deeply before pulling away and running his nose along the crook or her neck. He inhales deeply her scent of oranges and fresh rain. Klaus thinks this is what heaven smells like before placing a gentle kiss on her racing pulse.

Soraya's tiny hands fist the wool of his finely tailored coat as Klaus' full lips place soft kisses up her neck to the sensitive part just below her ear.

"I have felt your absence so keenly that I could not bear to be away from you for another moment." His breath is warm as he speaks his words against her ear. Soraya melts into Klaus' embrace.

"I missed you too." Soraya sighs softly as Klaus guides her towards the living room. He gently deposits her on the large crème sofa. He removes his coat and gracefully sits next to Soraya. Klaus pulls her into his arms and lazily twirls a caramel colored curl around his finger.

"How long are you going to stay this time?" Soraya's voice is barely a whisper but Klaus hears her just perfectly with his supernatural hearing. He winces slightly at the unhappy tone of her voice.

"I'll try to stay longer than my last visit, Love. I can't make any promises Raya, but I'll try." Klaus pulls her closer and she simply nods her head trying to keep her tears from falling.

They sit in companionable silence as they both watch the flames in the fireplace dance brightly in the dim room. They each lose themselves in their thoughts and just enjoy the rare peaceful moment in their hectic lives.

Klaus thinks back to the moment he met Soraya. She had literally run right into him while he was searching for some werewolves on the campus of the University of Buffalo in Western New York. Klaus had been so wrapped up in his conversation with the Ripper that he didn't notice the tiny caramel haired beauty heading straight towards him.

Soraya had been so engrossed in her U.S. History text book that she had slammed right into a devastatingly handsome brick wall. Klaus had barely moved a centimeter while Soraya's grande caramel macchiato had spilled all over his light blue Egyptian cotton dress shirt as she stumbled backwards.

Klaus angrily ended his call and was about to snap the neck of the foolish human that dared to invade his personal space. The moment his cerulean eyes locked with Soraya's rich honey irises the angry words died on his full lips. He was momentarily speechless as he watched the long thick lashes of her honey doe eyes kiss the tops of her rounded cheeks as she blinked.

"Oh no…I'm so sorry. Like really sorry. I wasn't looking where I was walking." Soraya was flustered as she unsuccessfully tried to clean the impossible stain on his expensive dress shirt. Her fallen text book and spilled coffee cup were forgotten quickly as she looked up at the handsome stranger.

She couldn't help the heat rushing to her cheeks tingeing them a soft pink as she took in all of Klaus' stunning features. His close cropped dark blonde curls, fine nose, intense blue eyes and strong jaw made him classically handsome but it was his full thick lips that made him incredibly hot.

Those same full lips spread easily into a slow smile revealing perfect dimples. Dimples had always been Soraya's weakness. Another flush of color had risen to the apples of her round cheeks and Klaus was fascinated by her reaction to him. Most women he encountered either feared him or desired him.

This one simply was fascinated by him. He could sense no arousal or fear coming from her, just simple curiosity and general appraisal. It was as if he was a piece of artwork that she was studying closely trying to discover its meaning.

"No worries Love…it's just a shirt." Klaus tilted his head to the side as the tiny beauty snorts and giggles softly. He was confused by her reaction and slightly annoyed.

"Of course you would have some sexy British accent." Soraya said almost to herself then stopped at Klaus' reaction to her statement. "Sorry…I tend to speak before I think. It's a horrible habit I can't seem to break, tragic really." She bit her bottom lip and hoped that she hadn't offended the man in front of her.

"It fine really. It's rather cute." Klaus was never the type to use the word cute but in this moment cute had been the only word to describe her random outburst. She pouted slightly and he found himself wanting to offer her the world at that moment.

"Puppies are cute…I'd hope to be at least adorable or maybe sassy. Yeah sassy is a way better word. I could totally be sassy." Soraya smiled softy and Klaus thought he could quite literally stand here all day and listen to her ramble on about nothing in particular.

He could stare at her beautiful face all day as well. Her large honey doe eyes suited her round face and small button nose. Klaus especially liked her small mouth with full pouty lips, the top one slightly larger than the bottom. Even the delicate sprinkling of freckles across her nose added to her beauty. She had a fine figure as well.

The little human was short barely five foot and shaped like a well-made guitar. Back in his human days a girl like her would be coveted for her child bearing hips and the fullness of her breast. Women these days tended to want to be as skinny as possible but some primitive part of Klaus still desired the curves that promised to bring many sons into the world even if he could no longer reproduce.

Klaus' phone rang breaking them out of their private little bubble they seemed to be in. Klaus silently cursed Stefan for ruining this oddly satisfying moment he was having with this human girl. Soraya quickly grabbed her books and waved a tiny hand while mouthing a quick goodbye before disappearing just as swiftly as she had appeared.

Klaus spent the rest of the day disturbed by the fact that a part of him wanted to find this mortal girl and continue getting to know her better. He joined Stefan on the outskirts of Buffalo and the two managed to brutally devour a house full of coeds but the need for this girl would not leave him. No amount of blood and carnage could dull the desire for her. So he sent the Ripper on an errand so he could clear his mind and find a way to rid himself of his rising humanity.

Klaus was angry at his self as he found the caramel haired beauty and stalked her every movement. After a week he couldn't deny that he was besotted with her beyond anything he had ever felt before. The more he watched her the more he desired her.

She was genuinely kind and extremely stubborn. She could be funny and sarcastic but never intentionally mean or cruel. Klaus actually liked that she never backed down from what she believed in even if she was wrong at times. The tiny beauty was adorable and fiercely loyal to those she loved and slightly selfish sometimes. He was fascinated by her fiery temper and her general sweet demeanor. She was flawed and perfect at the same time.

After another week of skulking in the shadows fate would step in and bring him face to face with his growing obsession. Klaus was yet again speaking to Stefan when she waltzed into the small corner coffee shop with her caramel curls bouncing wildly behind her shoulders. Her scent of oranges and fresh rain soon overpowered the strong aroma of coffee.

Klaus ended his call and found himself standing next to her at the counter and offering to buy her a coffee. She was surprised at his presence and the delicate flush of color to her cheeks let him know that she was pleased to see him. They both properly introduced themselves and she immediately declared that she would call him Nick instead of Klaus. She didn't like Klaus, the wrinkling of her small nose as she repeated his name indicated that much to the hybrid.

The only one to ever call him Nick was his sister Rebekah but for some strange reason it didn't bother Klaus when Soraya called him that. He enjoyed saying her name. The way it rolled off his tongue had sent an unexpected tingle through his body. Princess is what it meant in Hebrew and she was in fact a princess. It suited her well.

After that everything happened so effortlessly. He came and went but always made his way back to her. They were like two magnets that always pulled each other in. Soraya didn't ask too many questions about what he did when he left and just enjoyed her time with Klaus.

Recently things had become serious and Klaus couldn't pinpoint at what moment his feelings had turned into love. At first it was just a fascination with her, a desire to possess her and touch her and eventually drain her sweet smelling blood. Love was never in the equation. But it happened ordinarily slowly. It wasn't some intense dramatic occurrence like love at first sight.

He simply woke one morning and just knew that he irrevocably loved her. Their romance was not some torrid passionate affair but a simple ordinary series of days. It was odd how satisfying just sitting at the base of the old oak tree in the front of the house he had bought for Soraya and reading aloud to her from her favorite collection of Tennessee Williams' plays as she lazily lounged with her back pressed to his chest.

It was these ordinary moments that had Klaus feeling almost human for the first time in a thousand years. Soraya had become his greatest weakness and she didn't even know it. And Klaus planned on keeping it that way. Even if he had to destroy everything that crossed his path he would protect her at all cost. He knew deep down that she would eventually be the death of him.

Soraya sits up and shakes off her sulky mood before pressing her soft lips to Klaus' in a searing kiss that ends too quickly for his liking. He quickly tangles his hands in her glossy tresses before stealing the breath from her delicate mouth. Their kisses always start off slow but end up hungry and passionate.

Before long he's pressing her back into the soft cushions of the large sofa. His long lean body covers her tiny form and Soraya relishes the feel of his weight on top of her. Soon he makes fast work of their clothes and he then he is taking all that she is offering to him.

It's intense as he buries himself deep inside her connecting them in ways he didn't know was possible. She's so soft and warm pressed against him in the most intimate of ways; he has to fight the overwhelming urge to sink his fangs into the soft yielding flesh of her full breasts.

Soraya's close he can tell by the way her thighs wrap tighter around his waist. He's pushing and she's pulling and they are grasping that moment when they reach their sinfully sweet release. Klaus feels a certain smug satisfaction as his name tumbles for her lips in a breathy moan.

Soraya looks positively delicious as she comes undone beneath him and the sight of her biting her swollen lip has him following her over the edge into his own release. She kisses him gently on his full lips as they both come down from their momentary high.

"I love you, mi amour." Soraya purrs softly as Klaus places soft kisses along her collar bone. His tongue gently traces the words etched into her sun kissed tan skin, a tattoo she shares with her sister. It reads 'Chance made us sisters…Love made us friends.' Her devotion to her sister and her family resonates with the hybrid.

Even though he hordes his family like a weird creeper in a storage facility, in his own way he does it out of love. Not even Klaus can explain his actions but some part of him buried deep down still holds on to his human emotions even though he tries hard to not feel anything.

"I know." Is how he responds. He loves her deeply but knowing it and saying it is two very different things. Saying the words out loud makes this thing he has with her all the more real.

Soraya knows he loves her. It's in all the gestures big and small that he does for her. She knows that when he finally says the words they will mean so much more than any other time someone has spoken those three words to her. For now she is content to be wrapped in his strong arms.

A/N: Please Review. Next up the scooby gang finds out about Klaus' one weakness. How will they use it against him? Dunn no yet, but I promise it will be epic.