The hidden Salvatore, she called herself. A secret she had so carefully kept over the centuries.
She enjoyed being kept a mystery. Enjoyed the hunt and the looks on people's faces when they realized her true identity.
Decade after decade she built...
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"I hate this place. I hate these people."
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I decided that I really hated Klaus as he threw Elena and I into the gym, nearly sending us flying.
At least I'd managed to keep myself standing straight. I couldn't say the same for the doppelgänger as she toppled to the floor like a rag doll.
I allowed myself to silently laugh at her for only a moment before I walked over with a sigh. I outstretched a nonchalant hand, very much conveying my annoyance with her the moment.
She took it, hoisting herself to her feet and brushing herself off before both of us turned toward the immortal hybrid as he flounced around the gym.
Klaus stalked toward a group of teenagers who had been tasked with setting up an array of red solo cups throughout the gym. He may not have said it, but Elena and I got the silent message of 'Stay there, or I'll kill you.'
I wondered how long this whole thing would take. My favorite show went on at nine and I'll be damned if I were to miss it.
"Attention, seniors, you have officially been busted. Prank night is over. Head on home." Klaus announced in a god-awful American accent.
The area had quieted, students quickly shuffling out of the gym like their lives depended on it. The joyful setting floating out the doors with them.
The air around us grew full. As if it were a rope, slowly lengthening and stretching as tension built. The suspense grew, waiting to see what the hybrid would do next.
Each of us were simply waiting for the rope to snap.
Klaus's eyes scanned the gym searching the remaining few students who weren't hasty enough getting out, until his eyes landed on two people. Dana and Chad. Caroline always ranted to me about their attitudes and how stuck up they were.
He smirked, a predatory gaze crossing his features. They were the puppets, he was the master. "You two, I remember you." he said, pointing to them as he strode over in long steps, finally getting rid of the faux American accent. Good, it sounded awful. Like needles to my skull.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Dana asked confused.
"Oh, don't worry, I wasn't in my right head last time we met." Klaus put a finger to his head, tapping his temple while looking into Dana's eyes. His voice was monotonous as he began to compel her, "Lift your foot up please, Dana." He moved his eyes to Chad as he gave him instructions as well, "If she drops her foot, Chad, I want you to beat her to death, understood?"
I scoffed. That was cheap. There were so many more creative ways to do that, that could have been much more entertaining.
Though I did suppose he was on a time crunch, so I'd give him a point for that. Minus for creativity.
