Slow Burn [Klaus Mikaelson Story]

28. Little One

I walk deeper into the cave, I slightly look back to see complete darkness.

Walking with a dress is no joke and by the gods grace I wore my converse otherwise this would've been different story.

The deeper I walk into the cave,  the water almost disappears, making me drop the dress that I have scrunched up in my hand.

I slowly place my hand onto the gravely wall and walk slowly with my hand dragging against the wall.

My palm comes in contact with something sharp and before I can move my hand it cuts my palm in middle. I let out a hiss and look at it. Blood starts to trickle from my palm like waterfall.

I look at the crimson liquid in frustration.

I don't wanna ruin my dress but if I don't stop the bleed I will bleed out. Even though cut is in small straight line but I can feel it is deep. The blood starts to drip onto the floor, echoing in the entire cave.

I place my phone onto the floor and I rip the bottom of my dress. I bring the piece of cloth towards my hand and before I can wrap it on my hand, someone grabs my wrist.

Making my eyes widen I snap my head to see a disintegrated man looking at the blood seeping out of my hand.

I try to wiggle out of his grip but it was no use, he just tighten it and bring his mouth towards my palm. I see his face morphing. Making me let out a shriek which somehow snapped him out of his trance.

He snaps his eyes towards me, suddenly he let go of my hand and backs down walking two steps back.

"I am sorry, it's been centuries since I saw blood. I lost control" he mumbles looking down in shame.

"Who are you?" I mumble shivering, grabbing my wrist by my other hand and pull it towards my chest.

"I am Atticus, I am a-was the butler for the royal family" he answers.

"Royal family?" I ask him and he just shakes his head no.

"What year is it?" He suddenly asks.

"2010" I reply. He takes a sharp breath at my answer, "It's been that long since she was taken away from us" he mumbles.

"Kidnapped?" My curiosity is pushing away the fear I was feeling and that is not a good thing.

Well at least not in the situation I am in.

He lets out a breath and sits onto the rock.

He is losing whatever power he has.

"You are getting weak" I state and he looks at me nodding.

"It's what I deserve, your smell of blood woke me up from my sleep but without actually having it my system I will lose conscious again" he says leaning his back against the wall.

I am the stupidest human.

"Will you be able to stop if I offer you my blood?" I ask warily.

He lazily looks at me and shake his head no.

I look down at my palm and see that blood is still seeping out of the cut.

I look at the piece of cloth in my other hand then at the blood.

This might be stupidest idea but it might just work.

I grab the cloth and place it on my palm and fist it. The cloth soaks the blood in an instant and I slowly walk over to him and tap on his shoulder. He looks up and me, his eyes closing and opening. And I place the cloth over his mouth and he takes a huge whiff out of it.

And opens his mouth licking the blood off of the cloth.

Suddenly he takes the whole cloth in his mouth and starts to suck on it.

I quickly back away making sure I keep my eyes on him.

After few minutes he spits out the cloth, almost white again.

The color is slightly better and his face looks more relaxed.

"Thank you" he mumbles and I nod at him.

"You said you were butler to the royal family, what royal family?" I ask him hoping this time he answers me.

"I cannot tell you about the royal family as it is forbidden" he says making me groan.

"Okay so how about who has been taken?" I question and he gives me a bored look, but I do not back down.

"You won't stop until you get answers will you?" He looks at me in annoyance and I slightly shrug.

I am playing with fire here.

"The last person to have Darius bloodline" he says.

"Darius?" I mumble, gaining his attention.

He stands up straitening his torn clothes and walks towards me.

"By your tone miss it seems you are familiar with Darius" he says with his eyebrows furrowed and looks at me suspiciously.

"I am a Darius too" I say and his eyes widen.

"No that's not possible" he whispers in shock.

"I am not saying I am the same Darius, just my last name is Darius is as well" I tell him.

"Miss you don't understand" he places his hand on my shoulders making me look at him in fear.

He quickly retracts his hand and bows down in apology.

"I didn't mean to frighten you" he says.

"I-it's okay but what do you mean by I don't understand?"

"If you are not from the royal blood you cannot introduce yourself as a Darius" he says and I tilt my head in confusion.

"For example if I introduce myself as a Darius I will die immediately. It is a spell over the name done by the first witch of the family to keep the name out of harm, wanting to keep the name pure, without being born or given permission by a Darius themselves no one can introduce themselves as Darius, no matter the century" he explains making my eyes widen.

"No one can I mean no one can introduce themselves as Darius until those two conditions are met" he says.

"What is your name? And please state your full name" He suddenly asks.

"I am Isla Darius" I say slowly making sure I say Darius.

Suddenly he engulfs me in a hug, taking me by surprise.

"Oh" he lets out a cry and pulls away cupping my face in his hand.

"You are alive."