Klaus saw her through the corner of his eye. He wondered briefly how she had managed to get so close without him having heard or smelt her, but pushed the thought away as quickly as he considered it. It had been his first transformation, after all, and it had taken a lot more out of him than he had expected. And here, he smirked to himself as he pushed himself off the ground, was a meal willingly walking towards him.
"Haven't you heard that the woods can be dangerous, love?" he asked finally, smirk still in place as he turned around to face her.
There was no amusement on her face as she raised an eyebrow. That simple gesture was elegant and almost regal. "I can take care of myself."
She stepped closer to him, and the slight whiff he got made his head spin. Her scent was intoxicating, like nothing he had ever come across before. And her movements suggested that her words held truth in them. "Still, there are monsters about."
Now he caught a flicker of something in her eyes. It was only then that he really let himself see her. Her clothes were something out of his time, and there was an unearthly quality in her face.
"Oh I know, Klaus." Something settled in the pit of his stomach. It had been so many centuries since he had last had this feeling. He struggled to label it. "But, do you?"
It was dread, he realised. He was scared. "Who are you?" he demanded fiercely.
Her lips quirked upwards in a small, cold smile.
"I'm the one who created you."