Klaus Mikaelson

The struggle for New Orleans led Klaus to special cruelty, no one dares to touch his city and family. And now, the man was cursing the witch clan that had taken over the French district. On an empty night road, illuminated only by rare lanterns, Nick was wondering what to do next, but suddenly a picture appeared before his eyes: A charming girl, smeared in someone else's blood, alone coped with a dozen vampires. An unkind light of interest flashed in Klaus's eyes. Then he came out of the shadows with a big smile.

“Well.. well.. well, what happened here, honey?”