The troubled sister
Klaus x Salvatore Mate Reader
Y/N Salvatore has always been the troubled middle child that Damon and Stefan see as a burden. Always trying to reign in her darker instincts. What happens when she meets her mate and it's none other than Klaus Mikaelson.
Being Damon and Stefan’s sister was never easy, especially being the middle child. After being turned Damon and I embraced our newfound dark side while Stefan has done everything to stick to the straight and narrow. I can’t blame him really, whenever he lets his hair down civilisations tend to go extinct. But still he could have been less judgy of Damon and I. If you ask me I tend to be a tad worse than Stef, only because the entire time I embraced my dark side it wasn’t by compulsion or addiction, it was my free will. The enjoyment of it. Even still this last century and a half my brothers have seen me as nothing but their weak useless sister, always dragging me around behind them, thinking of me as a burden they have to protect. Never seeing the darkness in me. I suppose that’s for the best. My favourite times have been slowly manipulating Stefan into turning ripper. I could really have some fun then, until Damon or Lexi eventually caught up to us. Thankfully for me Stefan never really remembered too many details from those times. If he did I don’t think he’d look at me the same, most of the stories about the ripper aren't even about Stefan, but no one looks at the little lady who stood off to the side of history I suppose. I wish I had been with him when his switch flipped in the 20s, he really let our reputation slip during those years, the ripper lost its reputation for brutality.
For the last 20 years or so I’ve been on my own. Living a boring normal ish life keeping a low profile. I couldn’t keep feeling like a burden to my brothers. I know they always felt something was off about me but I guess it was easier for them to pretend I was still their little human sister. Damon, as dark as he pretends to be, is far too good to have to deal with the real me if he stopped pretending and Stefan falls back onto the blood addiction as a way to bury his head in the sand. All the pretending was getting exhausting. That is until Damon called me telling me our baby brother is living back in Mystic falls.
It took me longer than I’d like to admit to finally go back home. By the time I showed up to the boarding house a Katherine look alike was answering the door. “Uh, Hi. Can I help you?” God she even sounds like Kathrine.
“I’m looking for Damon or Stefan” I say trying to look around her.
“They aren’t here. Maybe you should come back another time” She says obviously feeling something off about me. Smart girl. One or both of my brothers are obviously trying to re-live the past with her, so for entertainment's sake I let her live and walk back down the driveway without so much as a goodbye in her direction.
Finding the local bar in town I decided to have a drink. This town is so dull without alcohol. While my brothers had their tastes in alcohol, always having to have the best of everything, I could go for just about anything. The whole point of drinking for me is getting drunk, well as drunk as I can get. Just enough to make the edges around my mind start to blur and soften. So when I walk into the Grille and sit at the bar I ask the bartender for the strongest alcohol they have, neat.
After a few drinks I can feel the edges blur and mellow, closing my eyes I take in a deep breath savouring the feeling of peace. Just as I’m forgetting about the world, someone next to me coughs, trying to get my attention. I would have ignored them but I couldn’t. Not when the scent of my mate was lingering around me. He was here, my mate. Of course I had to find him in this hell hole. I open my eyes and look over trying to remain as indifferent as possible. Until I know who my mate is and what his intentions are I still need to keep my guard up and my hopes down.
When I get my eyes on him I immediately know who he is. Possibly the only person in the world whose soul is as twisted as mine. I guess that’s why we’re mates. Klaus Mikaelson is standing in front of me, and at this moment I have never been as elated and terrified at the same time. Klaus’s reputation is monstrous and while his reputation makes me drool just thinking about it, it also isn’t the reputation of a man who would keep his one weakness around. His best option would be to kill me here and now and be done with it. Go on about his immortal existence and forget he ever had a mate, I’m sure after a thousand years he gave up on the idea of even having one anyway. My self preservation kicks in and I run before he can even say anything to me. I leave him there, mouth half open and whatever he was going to say stuck on his lips.
I run straight back to the boarding house hoping one of my brothers is back by now, I need help knowing what to do. Should I run and never stop running like Kathrine? Should I talk to him, see if he wants his mate?
When I get to the boarding house Damon and Stefan had returned thank god, I am not in the mood to deal with the Kathrine look alike again.
“Not that we aren’t happy to see you, but what are you doing here?” Damon asks, sipping his bourbon.
“I was here to see what trouble you two idiots got yourself into, but now I’m here cause’ I need advice” I say plopping down onto the couch. The look alike is still here, Elena is her name apparently. I don’t know why she is needed for this conversation but right now I don’t have the time to care, if Klaus wants me dead then I need to figure it out quickly and leave.
“I found my mate, here, at the Grille. Only problem is he’s not exactly the kind of man who would want a weakness like a mate. So do I talk to him, or do I run and never look back?” I say looking up at Damon, trying to convey just how scared I am with my eyes
“Who is your mate sis? Why are you so sure he wouldn’t want you?” He asks after letting out a sigh. Great, He still thinks I’m just his troubled little sister bringing more problems along with me.
“Because it's Klaus Mikaelson, and if his reputation is true he’d kill me before completing the mating bond” I say downing the rest of the bourbon Damon gave me when I sat down. I look to the floor and close my eyes, chasing the feeling of peace I had earlier before my life blew up.
I shouldn’t have closed my eyes, I shouldn’t have trusted my surroundings. I always knew my brothers only saw me as disturbed. Not quite right, but I never thought they would betray me. Never thought it would be them I would need to keep guarding up against. When Damon refilled my drink I thought nothing of it. Looking back up at him I downed my new drink still chasing the relief from my own mind. Once it was already too late and I had already swallowed my drink, the burning started. My entire throat erupted in blisters, vervain. At the same time my vision started to fade. They must have drugged me and used vervain to make sure it worked. Still looking into to my brothers eyes I make sure he knows just how bad he’s fucked up this time. “I’ll kill you, all of you. Your precious Kathrine look alike will be first” I say just as I feel myself fully slip under.
When I come too I’m tied up with vervain soaked ropes. Damon and Stefan are stood in front of me waiting for me to wake up.
“Welcome back sleeping beauty” Damon says, pushing himself off the wall and walking towards me.
“I’m going to kill you Damon, slowly and I’m going to enjoy it” I spit at him. My own brother betrayed me. Looking at them I struggle to see my brothers, instead I see the people who have hurt me over and over again, the people who drugged me and tied me to this chair.
“Why Damon? What was it this time?” I say wanting to at least know what made them finally decide I wasn’t worth the trouble.
“Klaus, he needs Elena’s blood to make hybrids. With you we can control him. Get him to stop. If he doesn't then you know, we have a more permanent solution”He says not looking at me. So all of this is her. My brother betrayed me to save her from having to donate blood, he’s threatening to kill me if my mate doesn’t comply with his demands just because his precious look alike needs to get a needle.
“You're worried about him needing her blood” I laugh, a real laugh because by trying to save her he’s made it ten times worse. “He’s not the one you need to be worried about now Damon, when I get out of here, and I will. I’m going to tie you and Stefan up and I’m going to have some fun with your precious Elena while you watch. I’m going to make it slow. I’m going to savour it, and while I’m having my fun I’ll be sure to save every drop of her blood for my mate. You really did it this time brother.” I spit at him, and I mean every word of it. While he thinks I begin to pull at the ropes around my arms, trying to loosen them. I ignore the pain of the vervain eating through my flesh and keep creating slack. When I see Damon make his way over to me, my little speech working as planned, pissing him off I know I’ve already won.
He gets in my face, trying to be intimidating “You aren't going to do anything sister. We have put up with your troubles for long enough, you’re finally useful for something and you will be our bargaining chip if you like it or not” He’s so worked up he doesn’t notice my arm slip out of the ropes and make its way to his throat. I make quick work of snapping his neck, even with one arm it’s easy. Before Stefan can get to me I’m already advancing on him. When I reach him I shove him back into the wall hitting his head as hard as I could. I go for his neck ready to snap it just as I did Damon's “Please, sister. Don’t” before he can say anything else I snap his neck and make my way upstairs.
I’m half way up the stairs, still too weak to use my vamp speed, when I smell it. Him, he’s here. I mentally prepare myself for another fight. I can hear he’s not alone, another man is with him questioning the lookalike about my whereabouts while Klaus is speeding around the first floor searching for me. I pause on the stairs listening into what the mystery man has to say. If I’m going to fight an original, maybe two I need as much information as I can get.
“I will ask you one more time, Elena, where is she?” he says with so much composure I’m not sure he belongs in this situation.
“I told you Elijah, I don’t know who you're talking about” Elijah, the noble one. Fuck. I’m for sure dead by the end of today. Doesn’t mean I can’t put up a fight, might even be fun.
Before I can more again I hear my mate yell “WHERE IS SHE” I’m assuming he’s in Elena’s face, obviously growing impatient with the whole thing. While they are both distracted with questioning Elena I go back to the cellar and gather the vervain ropes still ignoring the pain, before I leave i re-break my brother’s necks resetting the damage before it can fully heal. When I make it to the top of the stairs again I can hear my mate pacing back and forth and Elijah still questioning Elena.
“We know she’s here, we did a locator spell. There’s no use hiding it, so tell me Elena where is she?” He tries once more.
A locator spell? How did they get something of mine for that? Before I lose too much time pondering how they found me I continue creeping closer. When I get close enough without them noticing me, thank god I learned to sneak past my brothers to go find my own entertainment, it’s coming in handy right now. I snap Elijah’s neck quickly without Klaus noticing. He’s gone back to searching upstairs. I tie Elijah’s hands with the rope. I know it won’t hold an original but one can hope. I signal Elena to shut up but before I can she gasps at the sight before her. Stupid girl. Before I can even figure out what to do next he’s in front of me. He just stares for a moment as I do the same to him. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to snap my neck. Just when I think he’s about to, he slowly raises one of his hands and cups the side of my face “Love, I have waited a thousand years for you” he says looking into my eyes. There isn’t a drop of malice in his gaze, he’s looking at me as if I was the most important thing in the world. And all I can think to say is “Hi” bushing at my stupid response I look down to my feet. In the corner of my vision I can see Elijah starting to twitch as he heals and Elena starting to turn to leave. I quickly snap my eyes up at Elena and step out of my mate's hold. I can hear him whimper at the loss of me but my rage isn’t letting me direct my attention back to him.
All I can think about is how my brothers betrayed me all for this fragile little human in front of me, this human who looks exactly like the bitch who tormented me as a human. Before she can scurry off somewhere I grab her wrist and drag her back to me “And where do you think you’re going? Huh? I’m not done with you. My own brothers betrayed me for you, just so you wouldn’t have to get a needle every few months, they were ready to kill me for you and you just think you can walk off while I’m distracted?” I say, my grip slowly getting tighter and tighter on her arm. “You know I made Damon a promise and I intend on keeping it.” I whisper into her ear “ I’m going to take you apart Elena, slowly while he watches”
Another whimper distracts me from my prey in front of me, I turn this time giving Klaus my attention back. This whimper was different from the one caused by my absence. As I look him over trying to identify what has caused my mate distress I see it. He’s hard, just from watching me threaten the lookalike. I slowly raise my eyes back up to his and raise my eyebrows in question. All the response I get is him looking away and letting out a cough trying to cover up the noise he made. I turn my attention back to Elena and quickly hit her on the back of the head and watch her drop. I look back at Klaus and before I can even say anything he grabs me and takes us out of there. The next thing I know I’m in what I assume is his bedroom.
“Why did you run, Love?” He says once again holding my face in his hands.
“I was scared, I thought you wouldn't want the weakness of having a mate” I say not looking at him. Actually being around him, being held by him, I can feel the bond. It’s stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. In this moment I know he would never hurt me, he couldn’t not if this is what he’s feeling too.
“Oh Love, I could never hurt you. I’ve been waiting for a thousand years for you, and you my love are perfect” He says leaning in to kiss me but giving me the chance to move if I didn’t want the kiss. Instead of moving I lean in, meeting him the rest of the way. The way he kisses me is addicting, he dominates the kiss while still giving me a sense of power, like I could take the dominance from him if I wanted to but I don’t, I want to be right where I am, consumed by him.
“You seem to already know my name, what’s yours love?” he says after breaking the kiss
“Y/N Salvatore” I say almost breathless
“Y/N, I’m assuming that wasn’t the first time you’ve attacked a vampire older than you, or threatened someone” he breathes out still holding onto me “It was exquisite to watch” he smiles.
“No, it’s not. I’m sorry about your brother. I still thought you might want to kill me and I was trying to escape. My brothers kind of locked me up so they could threaten you once they learned we were mates” I say flinching thinking about how I was going to have to deal with a pissed off Elijah Mikaelson sooner or later.
“There’s no need to apologise love, my brother could use the nap and I hope you're not too attached to your brothers because after they hurt what’s mine I won’t allow them to live” He says with a fire in his eyes I’ve only ever seen In my own before. He really is my other half.
