The Last Petrova

Fate Has Been Screwing With Me

 Five days later, Maine

"What did you just say to me?" I whisper in a deadly voice.

"I said," the hybrid replies, "I don't take orders from you."

I laugh, throwing back my head as I do so. "I'm sorry, do you know who I am?" I say to him.

"I do, and I don't care," he snaps back at me. I raise my eyebrows. "Klaus will have your head for this, I can make sure of it," I say.

The hybrid snorts. "For some reason, I think he's going to value the life of his own breed more than some old forgotten vampire who-" the hybrid gasps as I punch him in the face.

"And here I thought dogs were supposed to be friendly," I sneer. His hybrid eyes glow, and before I know it, he's knocked me to the ground. "I'm a hybrid. You're a vampire," he states, his werewolf fangs beginning to bare.

I kick him, turn him over, then sit on top of him. "I'm four hundred and eighteen years old. You're twenty two," I say, baring my own fangs as well.

I stick my hand inside his chest to pull out his heart, but before I can, the hybrid pulls himself up and bites down on my left arm. I scream so loudly that I can actually feel the ground tremor.

I hear the sound of bones snapping, and when I open my eyes, I see the hybrid lying dead in front of me.

"Looks like you could use some help," Klaus says, dusting his hands off and pulling me up.

I roll my eyes, then stumble forward. He catches me and helps me adjust my arms so that I'm leaning against him. "Your- your blood," I mutter, as the world begins to sway. "I need it."

"But of course," Klaus says, offering his wrist up to me. I should be suspicious, it's not like him to be so nice, but the werewolf toxins are already getting to my head, so I don't think much of it- until, that is, I feel a pair of double fangs being buried into my neck.

"What the bloody hell?" I shout, pushing him away as my hand flies up to the fresh wound on my throat.

Klaus licks my blood off his lips. "You didn't really expect to get my blood for free, did you? There are thousands who would kill to have it, the least you can do is offer me some of your own blood," Klaus replies with a sarcastic smile.

"Need I remind you what happened the last time you fed on me?" I say, recalling the night in the 1920s, when I ripped Klaus's heart out of his chest.

"Back then, you were still with Elijah. You felt a sense of loyalty to him, and for whatever strange reason, you didn't think it morally right to let me feed on you. The circumstances have changed now," Klaus says with a haughty smile.

"I could always get another one of my hybrids to rip open your arm," Klaus says, glancing at my nearly healed wound. I roll my eyes, then tilt my head to the side.

"Fine," I say, gesturing to my bare neck. "Go ahead."

Klaus stares at me curiously, but walks towards me nonetheless. His lips have barely brushed against my neck when I slam him against the wall and dig my fangs into his carotid artery. Then I throw him at the wall once more as I pull away from him.

"Sorry, Nik," I say, wiping away the blood on my face, "But that's never going to happen."

I turn to vamp-race away, but he grabs my wrist. I twist it around, trying to get him to let go of me, but he simply steps to the side and presses me against the wall with my arm twisted around my back.

"Look at how much friendlier we've gotten now that we're both on the same side for once," Klaus laughs. "I completely agree," I reply, right before I kick down on his leg and send him toppling onto the floor.

Klaus stands back up. His eyes glow gold, and a deep growl echoes out from the bottom of his throat.

A thought goes through my mind- a thought I never would have imagined in a million years I would have. I don't know if it was my conversation with Katherine about Klaus or if it's the stupid werewolf toxins making me delusional or what... But it feels like I'm being drawn closer to Klaus for some reason.

Klaus's double werewolf fangs come digging into my right shoulder, and I do nothing to stop them. This surprises me as well as Klaus, and for a moment, the two of us stare at each other, neither one of us moving nor looking away. Our signature staring game to see who backs down first.

"I- I can't," I suddenly gasp, shoving Klaus away.

Unlike before, it isn't a mocking gesture- it's a gesture of panic, and judging from Klaus's concerned eyes, he can tell.

"What's wrong?" he says in a soft voice I've seldom heard him use before.

What's wrong? What's wrong is I set Mikael, the vampire that hunts vampires who has been set on killing Klaus for the past millennium free, right when Klaus finally decided that, after four centuries of saying otherwise, Elena should live under his protection.

"Nothing," I laugh madly.

"Helena, you need my blood," Klaus says, biting into his wrist and offering his blood up to me. I shake my head and clamp a hand around my mouth to prevent the insane giggling from escaping my throat. Why? Why did I have to do that? Why couldn't I have just gone straight to New York after ripping Klaus's heart out? If I had known Katherine and Damon were going to go after Mikael anyway, I never would have set him free in the first place. If they had been the ones to release Mikael, then I would be one of the very few trusted allies that Klaus had by his side right now.

I would be untouchable.

But of course not. Because since the day that I was born, fate has been screwing with me.

"Helena? Helena!" Klaus yells, chasing after me. I ignore him, for his voice is just another one of the ghostly voices mixing up together and echoing inside my head. I run up to the rooftop of the hotel we've been staying in for the past three days now, and race over towards the edge.

A twenty story drop. I've been through worse.

"Helena, don't you dare-" I hear Klaus's voice abruptly stop when I jump over the edge. The wind slices through me and I crash onto the ground. I gasp as my breath is torn away from me. And then the world goes dark.