1700, A boat, somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.
"How much longer, Niklaus? I'm sick of seeing nothing but blue."
"I thought you liked travels."
"I do. When I can actually see something."
"It should be three more days." He kisses my forehead.
We arrive two and a half days later, and the feeling of draining the annoying crew, other than one, we did need someone to carry our luggage, and draining every drop of blood in their bodies when we arrived was the best feeling ever.
"Welcome to our new home, my love. New Orleans."
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Centuries // [klaus mikaelson]
FanfictionIn 1114 I met him. My Niklaus. I wasn't supposed to love him, but I did. I was supposed to love my betrothed- not Niklaus. When I was eighteen I met a vampire and fell in love. It wasn't possible, I told myself. I couldn't believe it. But then he sh...
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