The hidden Salvatore, she called herself. A secret she had so carefully kept over the centuries.
She enjoyed being kept a mystery. Enjoyed the hunt and the looks on people's faces when they realized her true identity.
Decade after decade she built...
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"Was I raised without love? Or was I born unloveable?"
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I felt like I was stuck. Wading through time in slow motion as all I could do was keep myself awake and standing upright. My eyes fluttered closed ever so slightly as unconsciousness threatened to claim me once again as my head turned toward the person standing at the threshold of Stefan's bedroom.
Had I been in my right mind I might have had the sense to be frightened by the absolute rage on Klaus's face.
Klaus.
He was here. He hadn't left town. Why?
My head lulled down and to the side like a wave flowing in the ocean, and I forced it back up straight as fast as it had fallen. Trying to keep myself present. To keep myself awake.
I needed blood. I needed it more than I had ever needed anything in my life. I wanted my strength back, wanted to feel powerful again instead of some sad shell of a person I had become in the darkness of that cell.
I wanted to destroy them for what they did to me.
I felt eyes on me and with a labored breath, I found my gaze connected with that of the immortal hybrids. His jaw clenched, and he clasped his hands behind his back as if to keep himself from lashing out.
"What are you doing here, Klaus?" Stefan growled, taking a not-so-subtle step in front of me as he pushed me behind him.
Nearly knocking me over in doing so. The dresser, my very, very good friend balanced me once again. My hand hit the hard wood with a smack my hand lashed out to keep my body from falling limp to the ground. A small groan escaped my lips at the impact, my face contorting in pain as an echoed feeling radiated throughout my arm.
Normally, it wouldn't have hurt a lick. And yet it felt as though my muscles had just been split wide and made into a large cavern.
Klaus's voice rang through the small room, closer than it had sounded when he was at the threshold. "I came to heal Elena but it seems there are more pressing matters to deal with." He replied and I looked up, my eyes finding the two other people in the room—minus Elena who was still blissfully asleep in Stefan's bed.
Color me jealous. I longed to sleep in a bed again. To feel the comfort of the warm blankets surrounding me as I snuggled into the fluffy mattress. The gravel floors of my cell were not as comfortable as one might think.
Klaus was close to Stefan as if he had walked over and my brother had blocked his path midway.
"Leave, Klaus." Stefan commanded, sizing him up as he clenched his jaw.
