Blood.
There was so much of it everywhere.
Klaus's eyes flicked around the cold and dank space he was in, spotting the several body parts scattered around the room.
An eye ball on the dining table.
Fingers sliding down the wall.
"What is this....?"
What happened? Why couldn't he remember? Why was there blood everywhere?
He looked down, and was shocked to see both hands covered in something warm and sticky. It looked uncomfortably similar to the liquid that splattered the room, and Klaus took a step back.
Thump.
He hit something.
With increasing dread crawling up his spine, Klaus dared a glance at the obstructing object.
And a raw, visceral scream tore from his throat.
Purple hair.
An apple shaped face.
Long legs.
Full lips.
The object in question was none other than his younger sister, Marcelline.
She was severely mutilated, with one of the eyeballs gone, and her entire stomach content spilling out.
Her right leg stuck out at a rather odd position, and it made bile rise in Klaus's throat.
"Marcelline! Marcelline!"
He could barely recognize his voice as he crouched next to her.
His sister was dead.
And he knew without a doubt that those bastards had killed her.
Vampires.
Former humans that had been genetically engineered to outlive and outshine the current human race.
What had once been in a symbol of hope, had become this twisted sign and proof of the depravity of humanity.
Vampires were the ruling class now, and humans were the cattle.
From 6am to 9pm, you were good to go. They wouldn't and couldn't harm you.
Anytime later than, if they caught you, good luck.
And now they had gotten his sister.
Tears pooled in his eyes and his wet hands trembled. Why couldn't he remember anything? Why was he covered in blood? If truly a vampire had attacked them, how come he survived? What happened?
As Klaus contemplated within himself, a smell wafted into his nostrils.
Sweet.
Like the first scent of a flower in bloom.
One that made the hairs on his neck stand.
One that made his throat dry in thirst.
What was that delicious aroma?
Klaus, completely overwhelmed by the suddenness of the scent, forgot about his sister, and tried to find the source.
It smelt rather close, as though it was emanating from his hands. But no....there was no way....
Was the scent.....
Her blood?
"Oh? You're a new one."
A voice suddenly boomed behind him and Klaus shrieked, yanking his head backwards.
There was a man there, tall and lanky. Clad in a black two piece suit, he had strands of blonde hair falling down his face in a way that made him look ancient and not of this world.
His eyes glowed red in the moonlight slipping into the room, and his lips were curved in a wicked grin.
A vampire.
Klaus's heart started racing, and he flew off the floor, rushing to get the sharpened pole he and his sister had agreed to use should they ever find themselves at the mercy of a vampire. It was kept in a corner of the kitchen.
"How adorable. He thinks he can outrun me." The voice came again.
Suddenly, Klaus found himself lifted off the floor, his throat wrapped tightly by the strong hand of the vampire.
The creature gave another twisted grin, and slowly chuckled as Klaus flailed in his grip.
"You don't remember what you did? Or is this some play?" The man asked.
Klaus struggled to speak against the tight grasp. "Fuck you, and go to hell. " He said between gritted teeth. "You're the one who killed my sister, aren't you?"
The man's smirk disappeared from his face so abruptly, it was as though it had never been there. Then he raised an eyebrow.
"I did no such thing." He said calmly, his grip loosening.
Klaus immediately used the opportunity to kick in between his knees, but before he could, he was immediately slammed into the wooden floor, several planks breaking as a result.
Pain bloomed in Klaus's entire face, and when he got back up, he spat out some blood.
"Fucking liar." He grunted and lunged at the vampire again. It was basically suicide, but with his precious 14 year old sister gone, Klaus couldn't care less.
"You're in denial. It was you who killed her, not me. I merely watched." The man said, swiftly dodging Klaus's lunge and sending his fist into his stomach.
The sheer force made Klaus empty the content in his stomach, and to his shock, a dark liquid spilled out of his mouth.
That smell again.
That fucking smell.
Blood.
The realization sent a jolt throughout his body, and more liquid came pouring out.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
"Do you see now?" The blonde man asked, pointing at the blood splattered on the left wall. His face was back to his usual cruel mockery, and he crouched to be on eye level with Klaus. "That's hers. And yours. Mixed together in your gut because you drank her dry."
No. No. No.
I didn't do it.
I didn't kill my sister.
Klaus tried desperately to convince himself in his mind. It wasn't him. It wasn't blood. It was just some dark—
"Stop fucking with me!" He stood up again, going towards the pole. This bastard thought he could kill his sister and then try to blame it on him.
Klaus wasn't a killer.
He didn't find the scent of her blood....
Sweet.
Or delicio—
He successfully reached the kitchen, shocked the vampire had let him even reach it.
The dryness in his throat suddenly intensified as his fingers found the pole.
That scent.....
As Klaus turned around to throw the pole into the vampire's chest, a chuckle echoed through the room.
"Face it. You're one of us now!"
BOOM.
Klaus had been flung across the room, and had nearly cracked his skull on the concrete wall. The pole slipped helplessly from his hand, and as he fell to the ground, drops of blood streamed down his face.
This was the power of a vampire.
They were beasts, creatures that had ten times the strength and speed of a normal adult human male.
The vampire came closer to him again, and revealed its elongated canines.
"Yes, puppy. You killed your sister in your first blood lust, entirely characteristic of the transitioning process." He smirked, twirling a strand of hair around his finger.
Klaus tried to get up from the floor again, but his entire body screamed from pain. A splitting ache had taken place in his skull, and from the corner of his eyes, he could see that the pole had rolled about five feet away from him.
"You will rot in hell." Klaus said weakly, grunting as the vampire grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him up to see his eyes.
Pure red.
Malice and hate filled.
"If that's the punishment for being a vampire, I'm afraid to tell you, you'll rot with me as well!" He said manically.
Before Klaus could offer a response, a sound like thunder flared across the room and he blacked out.