Hostage

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I wake up on a couch in an unfamiliar room. The memory of that guy was in my head. Jace wasn't back. He tricked me... And worse of all... I slept with the guy. Eww! 

"I see you're awake" a voice of a women spoke; her back was facing me, and I sit up looking at her when she turned around for me to see her face. 

"I know you

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"I know you... You're Esther Mikaelson... My grandmother" I said.

"Correct. It's nice to see you in person" she spoke but no emotion on her face. 

"Why did you do it?" I asked her. 

"You're going to need to be more specific. I did a lot of things" she grinned at me. 

"You killed Uncle Kol... And you brough back my boyfriend who turned out to be a fake. Why" I asked. It hurt to see her do that to me. 

"It's all a part of the plan. Don't worry, you'll be with your parents soon enough" she said.

"What plan... What do you want from me?" I asked her.

"Do you ever stop asking questions?" she became annoyed. Probably not the best idea to piss off any original witch. 

I stay quiet and hug my legs for a while when a man walked in staring at me. 

I remember him too

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I remember him too... Mikeal, my grandfather. Uncle Nik and dad tell me stories, he is just a bad as her is.

"Hello dear" he greeted.

Am I hearing right?

"Answer your grandfather brat" Esther said in a harsh tone. 

"Hi..." I said back not knowing what she would do to me if I didn't.

"I know you must be confused, but we won't hurt you" maybe there was hope for him "Just yet" he finished. Nope, I was wrong. 

"Where am I?" I asked him mostly.

"Were at a friend's house. their son Nathan is home helping us" Mikael explained then turned to Esther. Some of their men walk into the room to guard the doors. 

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