Klaus and the Patrova's

25th December, 1072

Dear diary,

I saw her walk through the street, alone, confused, and helpless.

"Are you alright my dear?" I asked whilst drawn to her compelling brown eyes.

"Thank you for your concern, but I don't need it!" the mysterious beauty answered.

I thought to myself, wow… aggressive, as she walked away down the street.

I followed on after her. I was determine to know her. Usually I see desperate women, falling at my feet, thinking they'll have a chance…Ha. She was different, she wasn't falling at my feet, she barely glanced at me, I wouldn't usually be so intrigued by someone's presence like I was, but I felt like I had to be acquainted with her. She was gorgeous, and her chocolate brown hair, was curled perfectly to suit her complexion. Her graceful feet, stepped down the cobbled path. Her hair swaying to match the winds rhythm. Her ravishing gown, draped along after her, elegantly. I'd never experienced this feeling before, the feelings scrambling about inside of me, I felt strange, tingly inside, I'd never felt so, in love.

I was thinking about her, whilst sitting at fire, with a glass of whiskey, watching the flames spark, resembling my thoughts. Who is she? I asked myself. Did I say something to affect her thoughts on me? This was all very unexpected. I didn't think I would meet someone so deviant, so much so, she would be constantly in my head.

"Brother" Elijah said rudely interrupting my drink.

I looked over to the open door, with Elijah's head peeping around the corner. I looked at him with my aggravated expressions.

"Sorry to disturb, but it seems as though, your bemused." Elijah suggested

"Bemused? Your suggesting im mad?" I asked this time with a different expression, it was fury.

"You've interrupted my drink, once already; you would want me to enjoy yours, would you?" I laughed

"Niklaus, im apprehensive about your thoughts…"Elijah, rephrased his previous question.

"Leave" I commanded

Elijah left, without saying a word, he left without thinking twice, and he left before I made him. The door rapidly shut, leaving me in tranquillity. I knew concentrating my mind on a women who wasn't interested would consequent in a broken heart, but I would only usually feel a broken heart gradually progressing towards me when I had a real relationship with a women, but why could I feel it for her? I bottled my thoughts away for the night.