KLAYLEY Short Stories. There will be sex scenes, erotica and smut in these stories.
Each Chapter is a Complete Story.
This book contains Adult Content and Themes.
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2010
Klaus was sitting at the counter in some run down bar along the Appalachian Trail. Unsuccessfully trying to make hybrids again. Stefan Salvatore in true ripper mode had some female in a dark corner of the bar draining the life's blood out of her, when Klaus blacked out sitting upright at the bar. When he became conscious again he looked in the smeared mirror behind the bar and blinked several times, Stefan drunk on blood staggered into the barstool beside him sucking the blood from his lips, his eyes blood red and unfocused slumped against the bar.
"Go home Stefan," Klaus expounded not looking at the ripper, "I don't need you anymore, you are released, you have fulfilled the deal we made."
Stefan's delayed reaction of surprise had Klaus smirking, "What are you planing Klaus? We have been away for a Month trying to turn hybrids and now your just going to stop?" Stefan questioned with a deep frown.
"I have been called away, I no longer need your help," Klaus remarked throwing money on the bar and getting up and walking away, leaving Stefan sitting there with his mouth open, his frown several inches deeper across his forehead.
Klaus left the bar got in his car and drove, without knowing where he was driving, he just drove. After several hours of driving he pulled into a small Town uncaring of the name. Found a motel, compelled himself a room, took his bag into the generic bland room. Dumped his bag on the bed and went into the bathroom, turned the shower on, got in and standing under it deep in thought. At least the high pressure shower head felt soothing pounding over his head as he tried to put his thoughts into sequence. Stepping out of the shower he dried himself roughly and lay on the bed and fell asleep in moments.
***
Klaus showered again the next morning and dressed and left the Motel driving into the Town. He stopped at the general store buying paper pen and an envelope. He made his way back to the car.
Dear Elijah,
Our Siblings lie daggered in Lincoln Park Chicago,
Storage Unit 30331.
Klaus.
Klaus knew Elijah had gone to New York after he had left him in Mystic Falls, so he addressed it to the apartment the Mikaelson's had owned for decades in New York city, mailed it express post and drove to the airport, bought a first class ticket to Florence Italy and left America behind.
2060.
Sitting on his balcony in the Villa Acacia- Le Terrazze on the bustling tourist dense Street Bolognese, 182, 50139 Firenze FI, Italy, Klaus sipped his Cabernet Sauvignon. The summer night air warm when he heard a whoosh of air from above him and turned to look at the woman seated in the vacant chair beside him and watched as she got up and walked inside hearing her in his kitchen then she was back with a wine glass in hand and sat pouring herself a glass of wine.
