C'est moi qui l'ai fait.
La femme s'était fait sortir pour être trop humaine. Ce qui a commencé comme appât--une boisson fruitée et un clin d'oeil de l'autre côté du bar--était devenu une connexion réelle. Une expérience. Ils s'étaient retirés du bar pour s'asseoir à une table, Klaus se penchait pour écouter ses mots, pas son battement de cœur: elle n'était pas célibataire, mais elle avait besoin de temps loin du petit ami. Elle travaillait dans la construction et a suivi des cours de danse. L'attrait était beaucoup plus que cela, cependant, et Klaus a été attiré à plus de ces choses qui lui rappelaient quelqu'un d'il ya longtemps. La femme était rafraîchissante d'esprit, et elle s'éteignait à ses flirts. À la fin de la soirée, il écoutait simplement. Du moins, jusqu'à ce que les boissons ne satisferaient plus sa soif.
Ses lèvres se resserraient et ses yeux sombres s'évanouissaient alors qu'il la coupait. "L'amour, j'ai besoin d'y aller." Klaus a incliné la tête en arrière, descendant le reste de l'alcool qui travaillait à peine.
Son propre regard rempli de confusion. "Qu'est-ce que c'est? Je pensais... qu'on s'amusait », a-t-elle dit avec soin, tout d'un coup, peu sûr de nous.
"Trop amusant," il a accepté comme il se tenait. Il la regarda cependant le regarder, et l'épuisement grandit à son visage. Il se pencha pour l'embrasser, mais elle le retourna, ses lèvres beaucoup plus durs et passionnées. Soudain, ses battements de cœur sonnaient dans ses oreilles, et il s'éloignait brusquement. Ils se regardaient un instant, et il se tapait les lèvres en regardant ailleurs. "Je suis désolé." Il n'a plus dit et a quitté le bar.
Dehors, Klaus tira dans une longue bouffée d'air frais. Il avait tardé à se nourrir pour parler à une femme qui avait goûté aux cigarettes. "Idiot", il murmurait à lui-même. Tout à coup, un couple l'a regardé en marchant, en cliquant sur le trottoir. Il sourit jusqu'à ce qu'ils se tournent l'un vers l'autre pour échanger des regards perplexes, et il roula les yeux. Il se tenait là, en débattant de son prochain mouvement pour la nuit quand une légère brise lui portait l'odeur: le sang. Immédiatement sa tête tourna dans la direction d'où elle venait, les yeux paraissant scintiller rouge sous le lampadaire. Il a regardé autour d'une fois, ajustant les menottes de ses manches, puis a saunter loin après l'arôme.
Casse-toi! Ce qu'il n'a pas tout à fait reconnu comme l'écrasement d'un crâne a eu Klaus pause dans sa marche. Les yeux se rétrécissaient, il regardait à l'entrée de l'allée, tranquille comme il écoutait. "Ça t'apprendra, putain d'égarement. Marchez sur le gazon familial et mettez-vous à la poussière."
La réalisation s'est effondrée sur son visage étroit, et il a pris cela comme son signal pour partir. Klaus était presque sûr qu'il reconnaissait la voix en tant que Binachi ou Smith, mais il avait été dans et hors de l'hospitalité de la famille si souvent au cours des derniers siècles qu'il n'était pas sûr qu'il serait bien accueilli par un plus jeune. Alors, calmement, il s'est retiré. Bien sûr, il avait faim, mais il était évident que le sang était déjà réclamé. L'ancien vampire s'est contenté de trouver un repas pour lui-même. Après un autre pas en arrière, il a tourné sur son talon...
Et la femme de la barre s'est heurtée à lui et est retombée sur le trottoir. -- Hé, hé, Klaus, salua-t-elle rapidement. "Je ne sais pas ce que j'ai dit là-bas, mais..."
Klaus s'est agenouillé pour l'aider rapidement, la tournant autour d'elle et la poussant en avant alors qu'il marchait, l'interrompant avec un jet de clichés. "Je ne cherche pas de relation en ce moment, mon amour. Ce n'est pas toi, c'est moi. Je préfère les hommes. Et maintenant, tu devrais rentrer chez toi." Il se retourna alors qu'elle l'ébranlait, et elle ouvrit la bouche pour le frapper.
Klaus | 2k | Male
Appearance:
Klaus is tall and lean at 6', was turned in his late twenties, and almost looks like a man out of a perfume commercial: his high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and defined jawline makes him a perfect predator. He prefers to wear clothes that are in style, common, and fashionable to blend in with human society. His dark brown hair is usually lazily slicked back and accompanied by a thin, trimmed layer of hair along his jawline, chin, and upper lip. Unless you're waking up beside him, it's rare to see his shaggy mane disheveled and facial hair untrimmed. He has a pale and narrow face, complimented by a long and defined nose. His eyes are a dark brown, as well, though they occasionally seem to be almost red. When the vampire talks or laughs, it's not difficult to get a glimpse of his pointed fangs.
Personality:
Klaus comes off as very laid back and easy going, maybe even a little smug, but formal. He can be very charismatic and flirtatious, as well (his flirting can be rather goofy, making an especially friendly first impression). That said, he has a darker and more serious that comes out when he feels vulnerable or angry. Underneath the immediate exterior, he can be rather sadistic and cruel. If he catches you alone and doesn’t think any repercussions will come of it, he’ll be rather antagonizing. He believes he hasn't lived so long by being nice and he has done plenty of bad things. However, Klaus has many layers: at his core he's surprisingly romantic and idealistic. He appreciates faithfulness and is even loyal to his breed in general despite his general dislike of other vampires. He finds it difficult to trust others, but can and will open up about himself and his history if you earn his trust.
Bio:
Born in Athens, Greece just before Rome conquered the territory, Klaus was taken as a child slave. Orphaned, there wasn't many other options for him. His life as a slave was relatively decent, and he grew loyal and friendly to the boy who would grow to be his master. The bond between them was more comparable to friendship than it was slave and master, though the power dynamic became more and more obvious with age. Still, Klaus remained loyal if subdued. Besides, despite growing tall and big compared to others during the time period, he was given the cushy slave life: most of his chores involved cooking. He was even allowed to take a job to work to buy his freedom if he chose, but he was complacent.
When the master grew old enough to marry, however, Klaus became enamored with the wife. She was full of life and strength and she was never afraid to remind you of it. Still, he kept his distance—he knew better: not only was he a slave and she a free woman, she was married to his master and friend. Despite this, the woman seemed drawn to Klaus, as well. Like many Romans, she was fascinated with Greek culture and the Greeks themselves, and he was far quieter and much more thoughtful than her husband. At first he would shy away from her advances, but he eventually warmed up to her and the two seemed to be in love. An affair continued behind the master’s back.
One night, the master walked in on the lovers. Rather than take responsibility for the affair, the woman insisted that Klaus had forced himself upon her and he had little choice but to flee. The master was persistent, however, and was on his heels with city guards as the slave ran away. It wasn’t long before he was cornered, though he didn’t have a chance to defend himself—the men and master were slain by a single figure. Klaus thought he was safe until the killer turned on him. Unlike the other men, though, he awoke from death as a vampire.
Despite saving his life, his sire was less than kind: Klaus was treated as a source of blood for his sire and was sexually abused. This kept him weak, and he was unable to venture out on his own for a long time. It was only when he was allowed to leave that he did, about twenty five years since his rebirth. By this point in his life, Klaus had come to detest slavery for obvious reasons. The circumstances of his turning has made him relatively weak for a vampire; vampires his age--and even younger--have been able to best him since and he is still very aware of his weakness.
Klaus continued through life on his own. He dodged other vampires out of fear and he definitely did his best to avoid getting tangled up with slayers throughout the centuries. Though one night, he came across the beginnings of the Binachi family. They were careful, of course, but far kinder than other vampires Klaus had had the displeasure of knowing. He had been fleeing from old hunters and he was well aware of his weakness compared to others so he asked for refuge. They accepted, but he remained anxious around other vampires, so he did not join the family formally. However, he has grown to appreciate them and checks in on the Binachi-Smiths whenever he's around.
He's in Colorado for Olivia, and seeks to help her with the threat to her family. While he does intend to maintain his independence, he can't help but enjoy the company.
Power:
None, actually, and a fact he keeps to himself. Despite being such an old vampire, Klaus is relatively weak due to the life he had after being turned. Even his enhanced speed, strength, and senses are dull compared to Olivia's. 
Other: 
- Klaus has turned only two others into vampires throughout his long life.
- He's bisexual and ambidextrous.
- He poses among humans as a traveling artist.
- He enjoys art, piano, billards/pool, language, and travel