The Last Petrova

I Give You My Word

 Two hours later, Elijah arrived. I didn't rush forward to greet him- would he be able to tell if I was lying? Should I just come clean and tell him what I had done?

"Helena," Elijah said with a sad smile. All he knew right now was that Rebekah and Kol had 'left', along with Marie. I couldn't make my eyes meet his. He looked at me with a face of concern. "I know this must be hard for you..." Elijah said.

Just then, the door flew open. Klaus was standing there was a satisfied smile on his face. At first, I thought it was mud that was covering his entire body from head to toe. Then I realized it was blood.

I frowned, for I had just realized something more unsettling than that. "Klaus?" I said slowly, hoping to hell that I was wrong. Klaus held up a shaky finger towards Elijah. "You," Klaus said. "It was your idea, wasn't it?" he roared madly.

"Klaus," I repeated. "Klaus... Where are their bodies?" I asked, a horrible feeling of disbelief sinking into my chest. He should have brought Rebekah and Kol's bodies with him, after he had daggered them. Unless...

"Fortunately, I found the perfect way to repay you for turning our siblings against me, brother," Klaus said with a look of insanity. "No," I whispered, stumbling backwards in shock. He wouldn't have...

"Their bodies have been thrown into the deepest depths of the oceans. You will never see any of them ever again."

I clamped a hand to my mouth. What had I done?

"And you can thank your girlfriend for that," Klaus spat, with a satisfied smile on his face as he saw the look of horror taking over Elijah's eyes. Klaus walked over to me and clamped a blood stained hand on my shoulder. "I realize now what you see in her... She's quite loyal, isn't she?" he said. Sadistic laughter escaped his mouth.

"No- no, you're lying," Elijah said, his entire body shaking in a twisted feeling of fury. I didn't know if he was talking about the fact that his siblings were gone for good or the fact that I was responsible for it all... Either way, it felt too horrible to be near Elijah right now. What had I just done to him?

"Niklaus, tell me you are lying, tell me you didn't just kill off your siblings of nine hundred years for good!" Elijah shouted. 

Klaus just stood there, smiling. 

"No..." Elijah said, sinking to his knees.

For what seemed like eternity, nobody moved. Then without warning, Elijah lunged at Klaus and chopped his head off his shoulders. I jumped backward in surprise.

Elijah raised a trembling finger at me, his eyes alight with fire. "You will both pay for this. No matter how long it takes, I will find a way to end him..." I could sense the conflicted emotions battling inside his mind. The betrayal, the fury, the confusion, the hopelessness... He wanted to rip my heart out of my chest, but he couldn't... Not yet. His mind was too messed up right now, he didn't know if he loved me or hated me or wanted to grant me an eternity of suffering.

"And once I end him... I will end you," Elijah said. "I give you my word."

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Present Day

 It takes all of my strength to even open my eyes. A horrible cracking sensation spreads throughout the area where I moved my facial muscles. It's like my skin turned to stone a hundred years ago, and it is only now starting to crumble apart.

I can't move my limbs. My arms and legs are stuck in place, but it's not because of magic or because there are any restraints- I physically cannot move my body.

A raspy breath escapes my mouth. It's so hard to breathe. Every part of my body is in excruciating pain from the effort of making my heart continue to beat. That's when the realization hits me- I'm desiccating.

Of course. Elijah didn't rip my heart out of my chest or tear my head off my shoulders as he usually does to his victims. Instead, he sucked all the blood out of me, therefore mummifying me.

Is he here in the room with me? Is this what gives him the sadistic kind of pleasure that Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah feel when they hear their victims scream at the top of their lungs? Does watching me suffer silently, unable to do anything, give him that 'closure' that he needed?

My eyes freeze in place as I hear a sound from my left. I try to move my neck, but fail to do so. A freaking circus clown could literally be inches away from me and I wouldn't know.

I close my eyes, and calm myself down- it's quite easy, really. My heart is beating at such a slow rate that my entire body is relaxed, if I ignore the stabbing pains circulating throughout my veins, that is.

I hear a familiar sound- the sound of a vampire's teeth biting down on human flesh. Someone runs his or her hand through my hair in an almost caring manner. The hand is large and soft... As the hand continues to brush my hair, a different hand, this time belonging to a human girl, is pressed against my mouth. The girl is clearly dead, but the flow of blood trickling out of her wrist is steady.

I gasp as one drop of the girl's blood falls onto my lip. With immense effort, I open up my mouth and force my tongue to lick the blood away. I swallow. My throat burns from the effort, but at the same time, life slowly returns to me.

Another drop, this one straight onto my tongue. I actually moan as the red liquid begins to quench my unbearable thirst. One more drop. Then another.

I count each of the drops as they fall into my mouth, desperate to keep track of the force that is sustaining me. Five. Five drops of blood.

I can move the tips of my fingers now. My pupils don't hurt as much when I move them. However, I still don't know who it is that is running their hand through my hair. It certainly isn't Elijah, for Elijah's hands are cold and rough to the touch.

The hand cups the side of my face, and I now know for a fact that it is a man's hand. He places his hand on my chest, but it isn't in a sensual way- no, the way he has positioned his hand near the left part of my chest, how his hand is pressing down but not too heavily- he's feeling my heartbeat.

I don't even care who this person is anymore- I just need more blood. A groan escapes my lips before I can stop it. I hear a light laugh... And my eyes widen in realization of who the man is.

The girl's wrist is place above my mouth again, but this time, instead of little drops falling into my mouth, a steady trickle is emptied in like a stream. I gasp out as the hunger overtakes me. I gulp blood down so quickly that not a single drop is splattered elsewhere when I close my mouth to swallow.

Four heavenly seconds. Then the trickle of blood stops.

Cracking sounds can be heard as I begin to move my limbs, starting from my wrists, my ankles, my arms... Finally, I am able to sit up.

"Klaus," I pant, leaning against the head of the bed for support. 

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