Klaus: A Fictional Narrative

Like clockwork, Liam is rushing into his room. “Are you okay? I heard you scream - do we need to go to the hospital?” Liam crouches down feeling for a fever.

I peeked around the corner, only to see him with his left hand in front of his eyes while his right arm was stretched out in front of him to give me the towel. I grabbed the material out of his shaking hand and wrapped it around my damp body. “You can look, Stiles.” I giggled and he slowly removed his hand from his eyes. “Holy… I- uh, I mean, I should go.” He pointed his finger at the door and stumbled towards the door. “Wait!” I walked towards him and pecked his cheek. “Thank you, for helping me.” He looked down, trying to hide his blush and began fumbling with his hands. “I'll do anything for someone like you- I mean, yeah, bye.” He stuttered before leaving the room. I laughed before putting my clothes on. For some reason I couldn't wipe the smile off my

He was offended. “I would never lie to you and you know that. I’m just as shocked.”

"Yes, about young Leonardo. It's was a miracle that none of his vitals were hit. Don't worry he's going to make a full recovery, but he has to stay here for over night surveillance." Klaus exhaled a sigh of relief, knowing now that the boy was not in any danger. "Can I see

In 1787, British philanthropists founded and set up trading posts at modern day Freetown, initially kenned as the “Province of Freedom.” (3) After the American Revolution, a colony was established which became a base for the suppression of the slave trade. (3) By 1792, over 1,200 liberated slaves from Nova Scotia settled in, a long side with slaves from Jamaica who later traveled to Freetown in 1800. (1) Of those 1,200 people, one-tenth were ill, and passed away with a fever that devastated many others in Nova Scotia. (2). With the help of several men, Thomas Clarkson, William Wilberforce, and Granville Sharpe formed an administration in 1806, which was crucial in the British Empire’s abolition of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade. This caused

“Ouch!— you’re a mean one, why do I inspired you so much contempt? Have I disrespect you?” He asked as he kept his cold stare.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to. You're tough to figure out." I pushed him back laughing.

It was enthralling; to feel her skin beneath his fingertips as the pair reignited the flame to their love, to taste her blood against his tongue as it served as the antidote to heal all opened wounds, to gaze into her emerald green hues only to find the love that had always remained. The hybrid found her just as enticing as he had over a millennium ago, that much hasn’t changed. After discovering Elijah’s scheme to rid him of her love forever, Klaus was infuriated. Centuries had passed where he was forced to endure the painful thoughts of what could have been, it was clarified that he hadn’t been the reason behind her brutal rejection all along. She had always loved him, as he did her, and that was enough consolation needed to maintain his

I hear the sickening sound of a bullet hitting flesh. I look to my right in horror and see my friend, my best bud, lying on the in a pool of blood.

“I’m sorry, love. I got carried away.” said Josiah. His hand slips to my stomach, gently rubbing along the horizontal midline of my swollen belly. He brushes a kiss against my lips and opens the door for us.

I stop thrashing against him and start kissing him back. I can tell that he still has his guard up but he loosens his grip on my hands. After about a minute of us making out he starts kissing down my neck. So I take this opportunity to get my hands free. "Kaden can you please let my hands go. I need to be able to touch you" I say innocently and he immediately releases my hands and picks me up rapping my legs around his waste.

Just then, the dad was stabbed by the "Main Creep". She could feel the stabwound just by seeing it happen. Now her stomach hurt. Great. Wen sighed, looking back at her phone and holding her belly.

As far as a self-centered role, it is unmistakeable. It’s a role that “focuses on the individual desires of group members and not necessarily on what is best for the group or its decisions.” (Group Communications Roles, 2012, para. 26) I believe that self-centered roles divert the group from their goals, because it’s no longer about having a single common goal. It becomes individualized by shifting the focus away from the group and towards the individual. In the series, Klaus can be very self-centered, mostly because everyone is trying to kill him for one reason or another. In this episode, Klaus was a blocker. A blocker is a “negative, stubborn, and disagreeable without an apparent reason.” (Beebe, Beebe, & Ivy, 2008, p. 242) Like I previously

"Don't be pissed at me," i said. "I just had a guy point a freaking shotgun at me for helping you, so don't be pissed at me."

I gasp for air as he demands, “WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!? YOU THOUGHT