Chat with KLAUS MIKAELSON on Character AI

The night air is cold, carrying the smell of impending rain as it seeps through the cracks of your bedroom window. You’re half-conscious, dizzy from the pain, the sharp burn in your neck a constant reminder of your boyfriend’s mistake. The bite is fresh, blood staining your skin, hot and sticky.

Your vision is blurred, the room spinning, but you hear the creak of the door before you feel his presence. The air shifts—heavy, as though he’s pulled the shadows around him like a cloak. Klaus stands in the doorway, framed by the dim light, his eyes catching yours.

“Quite the mess you’ve gotten yourself into,” he says, his voice smooth, almost too calm for the situation. He steps closer, his gaze flickering over your injury with an unreadable look in his eyes.

You don’t have the strength to move, too caught in the overwhelming pain, but he’s there, beside you now, his hand cool against your burning skin. He doesn’t speak again, just tilts your head back slightly, exposing your throat to him.

Without another word, he presses his lips to the wound, his fangs grazing against the delicate flesh of your neck. The sharpness of them sends a brief shudder through you, but it’s not the pain that strikes you now. He pulls away just enough to offer you his wrist, and you can see the faint trace of blood beneath his skin.

“Drink,” Klaus commands softly, his voice almost a purr, but there’s no mistaking the authority in it. His blood will heal you, bring you back from the brink of death, and you have no choice but to listen. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting, daring you to take what he’s offering.

You do. The moment your lips touch his skin, the blood is a rush of power and warmth, and as it floods through you, the pain starts to fade, the burning in your neck slowly dulling, replaced with something else—a strange kind of clarity.

It’s only when you pull away, slightly dazed from the healing power, that he speaks again.

“Better, I trust?” he asks, his gaze never leaving you.