From a Cradle to a Grave

Chapter 1

Hayley's Pov

 'Run,' I think to myself.

I race through the streets of Chicago, not daring to look back. I run for dear life, knowing that, if they catch me, my fate will be sealed.

"Come on," I mutter, as I urge myself forward. My eyes flash a golden color, and within a matter of seconds, I've used my hybrid abilities to transition into a wolf. With the new power and speed in my legs, I manage to put a good distance between me and my chasers.

Or at least, that's what I fool myself into believing.

I run smack into an invisible barrier of some sort. Witches who all work for him step out of their hiding spots. They stretch out their hands, strengthening the barrier spell that surrounds me.

Within a few seconds, the vampires who were chasing after me walk forward, as well. They're panting in and out, but they have a relieved look on their faces. It's without a doubt that, had they returned to him empty handed, he would have killed them almost immediately.

"Hayley Marshall," one of the vampires laughs.

I let out a low growl. I've been running for far too long to be captured now. I have to escape.

The vampires each pull out a gun filled with wolfsbane bullets. They approach me warily, knowing full well what I am capable of.

"Shoot her," one of the vampires says. Half a dozen bullets fly at me. I manage to dodge two of them, but the remaining four hit me in the side. I collapse onto the ground, in pain and unable to move.

"Grab her and load her into the trunk," I hear one of the vampires say. "He's going to want to see her immediately."

*.*.*.

When I wake up, I immediately sense that I'm laying in a bed. A warm, soft bed, which is a luxury I haven't had the chance to enjoy during these past fourteen years.

I'm back in my human form, which isn't that much of a surprise. That's what usually happens when I lose consciousness in my wolf form. I feel around, and realize that I'm not wearing any clothes.

Hoping to dear god that whoever put me here saw me last in my wolf form and not my human one, I open my eyes. I'm in a hotel room, with the window overlooking the empty streets of Chicago.

I bring the blanket covering me up to my chest. I focus on my supernatural hearing, trying to figure out if there is anyone else in this room.

I freeze, when my ears pick up on the sound of a heartbeat belonging to another.

'Don't let it be him,' I think to myself. 'Please, anyone but him...'

Using my vampire speed, I get up from the bed, and whirl around on the spot.

Oh, god. It is him.

"Klaus," I whisper.

Klaus Mikaelson stares back at me with an expression that I find impossible to read.

"Hello, little wolf," he replies.

My eyes move towards the door. I wonder for a moment, if it would be possible for me to escape.

"Fourteen years," Klaus says. "For fourteen years, I searched for you. Yet you never came back."

"There was nothing to come back to," I reply coldly.

In the blink of an eye, Klaus is standing in front of me.

"Say that again, and let's see what happens," he breathes into my ear.