Chapter 11 His Life

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The cold air hit Camila's face as she swiftly ran out of her captures home. The closest a taxi would come to the home was 20 minutes away not even, she had to quickly walk in the gloomy weather before her proprietorial boss awoke. She looked back at the dwelling place as she walked away hoping not to catch a glimpse of Klaus.

The dark sky banged with a thunder once Camila got into old yellow taxi that screeched off on the dirt road to reach her destination. Camila looked out the window that was now covered with small droplets falling from the sky. The house had long vanished away.

She wasn't sure whether her heart was beating rapidly because of the adrenaline that was running through her veins as she walked away or because she feared so hear what Klaus would have to say in a few hours when she got to work.

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The atmosphere fit Klaus's mood as he looked out the window with a stern facial expression, watching her run off to catch her ride. He knew he couldn't keep her for long. Her scent lingered in the room, his head turned to the spot were he held her soft body to his.

He sucked his teeth, upset that he didn't stop her from leaving. He heard her in the bathroom early before dawn pleading for a cab to come get her, Camila was clueless.

His home was like the haunted house of the town.

No one every went in, no one every came close. He liked his privacy. He enjoyed terrorizing those he didn't even know without putting on a show.

Klaus turned on the shower, ducked his head under the cold water letting it drop down his warm blooded body.

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Camila keep her head down focused on paper work. Right across the hall she had a feeling his sharp eyes were watching her every move. Spending the night at Klaus's felt like a dream to her.

She felt eyes staring at her and tried to ignore it with the papers in front of her but couldn't focus. The sound of her office door opening caught her attention, her eyes flickered up to her boss who's eyes were also on her.

Flustered, confused, and surprisingly sexually frustrated, Camila opened her mouth to speak.

"Yes...", the words came out more like a question. Yes I left your house early this morning Camila thought to herself.

Her eyes couldn't stand to look into Klaus any longer she went back to her paperwork pretending he wasn't there.

Klaus flexed his jaw, he didn't wanna scare her. He had played the conversation in his head as he watched her from across the hall. Her skin glistened the sun from outside hitting her beautiful angles right it gave her chocolate skin a nice glowed look, Klaus wanted a lick.

He came around her like a snake, Camila's attention remained on the sheets not wanting to give him her undivided attention. His large hands pushed the papers aside. Camila caused no reaction, it wasn't for her benefit if the work wasn't done it'll be on him.

"I'd love to wake up to your thick thighs wrapped around me every morning, your soft breaths breathing against my neck....." He didn't finish his words his mouth press against her neck. His sharp nose dragged along her neck to her ear. The sensation was strange.

"Stand." He command. Camila shivered at the sound of his voice. Submissively she stood facing Klaus. Her lips parted as she looked into his lustful eyes. His lips mocked hers.

"Your lips look so plump." He whispered. He brought his face closer to hers. He keep his distance waiting for her to move forward.

The tender and slow touch of his lips was unexpected for Camila. She can feel the warmth in the bare air in between them. He was kissing her.

She stood there as his hands gripped her waist, every time he deepened the kiss. His tongue lapped on to her lips asking for permission to enter. Eventually Camila gave in knowing he wasn't one to give up. He gripped her tighter this time and slammed her on the nearest wall.

He made sure her body was as close as they never were. Her chest was molded into his. The only thing separating the two from each other were the pieces of fabric people call clothes.

Both had forgotten about the world around them.

The kisses lasted a few second maybe longer before Klaus pulled away to see Camila's bruised lips. She was breathless. Her legs were so weak that she was surely going to fall on the ground but his arms around her waist held a strong grip. Her whole body was leaning on him.

She cleared her throat and keep her head lowered, trying to hide her head in her shoulder.

"I couldn't resist." His voice spoke with a gruff. His rough hands caressed her face and pulled at her chin so that her head was tilted in an angle were she'd be looking up at him. He reached his neck down for a long lasting peck on the lips. Her brown eyes were caught by the light and looked like honey.

Klaus smiles lazily wishing that he could take her innocence in the moment.

"I have work to finish." Camila whispered stepping aside.

Klaus held a grip tight on her shoulder pushing her back against the wall.

Klaus searched her eyes leaned his forehead against hers.

His eyes darkened making Camila stomach flutter.

"A minute." Camila fluttered her eyes pretending she was frustrated.

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Klaus was born miles west far from this town. Raised by people he sought to call family. Taking about his background was a sensitive topic for him. Mainly because he was not raised in a well functioning home.

The home he had lived in was filled with people never enough for anything to go around. As a family though they all lived under one roof ever one was distance. Crossed paths as if strangers. At about 8 or 9 he had realized he was being neglected.

His mom had died when he was 7 forced to fend for himself because his dad wasn't taking care of him well. At 13 selling and wrestling in street fight was his undergo for money, when he came to this town he figured he'd have to start some form of profit... At 16 he up and left knowing his own didn't give a crap because it all meant there was one less mouth to feed.

It has come apparent that Klaus hated closed doors.. primarily when someone he holds dear to his heart has shut the door behind the. The thought traumatized him.

At 11 years old, in a neglected home he was exposed to levels of content he knew he should be seeing his age. His auntie was the only person in the house to somewhat care for the children, she was young 17. She made sure to check on the children once in awhile, feed them etc when she can.

She was the only person Klaus really cared for in life at the time, besides his mom who dead when he was 7 by overdosing. He never thought his auntie would've fallen in the paths of majority of his family members. Doing drugs, but she managed to cover it up well. Because Klaus knew what sober looked like, he was around druggies all the time to see people on their highs.

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The day was different for him she had not come to check on him. Although she lived right next door where all the children in his family were for bidden to go in he always knew and waited for her.

Klaus took it upon himself to go to what he discovered to be a trap house. The house was dark the fluorescent lights barely working.

He didn't know how but he found his way around the house til he reached some stairs, he heard he laughs from upstairs and slowly creeped up the stairs covered in trash and little plastic bags half filled with what he know at the time was "sugar" that made his people go crazy.

"Auntie!" Klaus had found her on a air mattress almost bare. Her eyes blood shot. Klaus at the age of 11 year old him was mad to see her not sober, and for the first time knew she also ate "sugar". Bewildered and hurt.

"Boy wat ya doing here?" She said scrambling to her feet. He stood at the door in disbelief, disgust.

"¿Quien te dejó entrar?"( Who let you in? ) she screamed at him. Her face had a look of ashamed.

She tried to stand on her feet but failed. Klaus attempted to help her ignoring her questions. But she pushed him off.

"I don't need your fucking help. Salí!" (Get out!) This was the start to how he lost faith in family, happiness, and being loved.

She went to the bathroom locking the door behind her. He didn't leave, he sat on the old air mattress waiting for her to come out, wanting to see his auntie before he left to go back "home". He wanted to make sure she was okay.

Klaus sat in the room for minutes in the hot room, waiting until he heard a loud thunk making him aware at how long time had passed. He didn't think nothing of the sound til he had realize it was getting dark out.

"¿Tia?" (Auntie?) Young Klaus knocked on the bathroom door awaiting to hear her voice on the other side of the door but there was nothing.

And he remained there calling for her for a few frantic minutes before some red substance was coming out from under the door. Getting under his shoes, he can smell the blood.

And for 10 frantic minutes of his life Klaus little frame tried kicking down the door. Before one of his uncles found him covered in his aunties blood, who was on the other side. He was traumatized imagining her calling for help but couldn't when he was right there.

"¿Que diablos paso porque estas aqui?" (What the fuck happened? Why are you in here?" He told me his uncle pulled him away, and shook him like a ragged doll. Klaus had never left the house until they busted the door open to find his aunt laying on the floor. The image of her lifeless body hurdled on the marble floor. She had hit her head on the corner of the sink. Probably to overwhelmed on her high.

And he blamed himself for not reaching to her quickly, he blamed his self for years for going to see her. She wouldn't have been mad enough to lock the door behind her. The really reason was even in the wrong mind she was ashamed to let her nephew down.

And for years he made sure that he can get through any door to save his loved ones. Unlike his mother, he was at school when he found out she locked herself in the bathroom, trying to hide from the others in the house and overdosed for reasons he could't explain.

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