His Love

Chapter 37

I woke up, my body suspended from the ceiling by cold, silver chains that bit into my wrists.

The room around me was dimly lit, and the walls were lined with tools that suggested only one thing: torture. I sighed, letting my head fall back against the wall. This is what I get for working with that hag.

Using my arms, I tried to support my body weight, but the effort quickly drained me. Minutes passed, and though I managed to hold myself up for a while, my strength gave out, and I hung limply. The metal dug into my skin, and I could feel the circulation in my hands beginning to cut off. My vision blurred, the edges darkened, and before I knew it, I lost consciousness again.

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Klaus's POV

"He's drowned," I scoffed, running a hand over my face in exasperation.

Rebekah, walking beside me, frowned as though I didn't believe her. "I told you, Nik. That's what he did," she insisted.

We were passing the cellar when Freya joined the conversation. "Should we really be discussing this here?" she asked, glancing at the staked vampires lining the walls.

Rebekah ignored her. "So, how was Tara last night?" she asked with a smirk.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Tired. She fell asleep as soon as we returned to the room," I said curtly.

Reaching the door to the cellar, I opened it and was greeted by the sight of a man dressed in black, hanging limply from chains in the middle of the room. I turned to my sisters with a sardonic smile. "Excellent work, as always."

Without another word, I grabbed a nearby bucket of water and threw it on the man. His body jerked, and he coughed violently as his eyes shot open, darting frantically around the room.

"Good. Awake," I said, walking toward him. "Let me make this clear: the last man they sent here didn't survive long enough for me to enjoy myself. So, if you don't cooperate, I'll make up for lost time with you."

The man stared at me blankly, saying nothing.

"Have it your way," I muttered before driving a fist into his stomach. He doubled over with a wheeze, but I didn't stop. I kept punching until blood dripped from his mouth.

"You hit like a child," he spat, grinning through bloodied teeth.

Rebekah's heels echoed on the concrete as she approached. "Let me try, Nik," she said, her voice sharp with amusement.

She leaned in, whispering something into his ear, though it seemed to have little effect.

"I'd like to see you try," he said, his tone taunting.

Rebekah's smile didn't waver. She walked over to a table lined with knives, trailing her fingers over the blades until she found one to her liking—a sharp, glinting dagger. She returned to the man, whose smug expression faltered slightly.

"What are you doing, Rebekah?" I asked, folding my arms.

Ignoring me, she began unbuckling his belt.

"Really, Rekah? Must I endure this?" I sighed, turning away.

Freya made a gagging sound. "This is why I hate being involved in your messes, Rebekah."

Rebekah ignored us both, pulling down the man's trousers. When she reached for his undergarments, he thrashed against the chains.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you vile creature!" he shouted.

I growled, stepping closer. "Do not speak of my sister that way."

With one swift motion, Rebekah removed his undergarments, and I immediately turned my back.

"Damn it, Rebekah. Some of us don't want to see that," I snapped.

Freya groaned. "This is why I hate men."

Rebekah laughed, clearly delighted by our reactions. "We know who sent you. What we need to know is their plan and why they wanted you to watch Tara," she said, her voice deadly calm.

The man glared at me but remained silent.

Rebekah held the knife to his groin, her grin wicked. "Tell us what we want to know, or I'll castrate you."

His bravado cracked. "Fine! Fine!" he whimpered. "Her parents hired me. They wanted to make sure she was safe. The last witch they sent failed, so they sent me. I was only supposed to gather pictures and videos for them!"

"What are they planning?" Klaus demanded.

"I don't know," the man stammered.

Rebekah pressed the blade closer, drawing a thin line of blood.

"Wait! Okay! I overheard them talking about a dance—something's supposed to happen there!"

Freya raised an eyebrow. "A dance? That's it?"

Rebekah sighed, her disappointment evident. Without hesitation, she tightened her grip on the knife and sliced.

The man screamed as blood poured from his mutilated groin. "That's for calling me a bitch," Rebekah said coldly, wiping the blade clean.

Freya muttered an incantation, and the man's mouth vanished, silencing his screams.

"Really, Rebekah?" I groaned. "You think I wanted to see that?"

"Oh, come now, Nik. It was funny," she said, smirking.

Freya rolled her eyes. "At least we know now. The attack will happen at the dance."

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Klaus's POV

"We should tell Elijah," Rebekah suggested. "The more protection, the better."

"No," I said firmly.

Rebekah rolled her eyes as I turned back to the man. "Freya, give him his voice back."

She obliged, and the man gasped for air.

"You don't have to kill me," he pleaded weakly.

"Oh, but I do," I said, stepping closer. "You insulted my sister, stalked my fiancé , and dared to think you could get away with it."

His eyes widened as I gripped his neck and twisted sharply, ending his life.

Turning to Diego, who stood at the cellar door, I said, "Clean up this mess."

Without waiting for a response, I left, my sisters trailing behind me.

"I'm going to check on Tara," I said.

"If only you were this nice to me," Rebekah teased.

Ignoring her, I made my way upstairs. From outside the door, I could hear movement. She's awake.

I opened the door to find her—and the sight stole my breath.

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I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter!
In the series "Originals" I lived Rebekah and Klaus bother sisters moment. I also want to give more moments with Freya and  the rest of her siblings. Please vote and comment it encourages me to write more!