Tangled By Klaus

Chapter 15

Chelsea's POV:

As soon as I hear Klaus and Damon enter, the crashing and clanging began. It was a avalanche of furniture falling downstairs and I couldn't believe how loud it was. I went to cover my ears and almost duck for cover but my damn hands were still tied down to the bed.

I hated just sitting there, so I did the only thing I could do, listen. I could hearing screaming back and forth, Klaus asking where I was and what they could possibly want from him.

A deeper voice than Clayton was yelling back at Klaus, "You killing all of our people for your selfish life is disgusting. So as we speak, one of our men is ending that abomination of a dobbelganger so that you cannot torture our kind anymore."

As soon as his speech over I heard more clanking and growling. "I'm going to find Elena," Damon yells, while more fighting and grunting continues.

"What are you going to do Klaus? You have a choice to make, either save the lovely dobbelganger so you can make your hybrids, or save your so-called love who is only a mere human," the deep voice says, taunting Klaus.

There is silence in the house and I'm practically holding my breath to see what happens next. According to Clayton I'll be alright either way, but knowing that Klaus might put his hybrids before me stung a bit.

I hear Klaus screaming his head off and furniture colliding with ever wall and ceiling, before silence. I let out a sigh as I realize how long I've been holding my breath.

Then suddenly the door is open and I scream, seeing a bloody Clayton.

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. It's over for now, so it's time to get on the road." Clayton says while slowly walking towards me and untying my arms.

Then it hits me, "Wait on the road? You're not talking about me going too? You said I would be free to go after Klaus came!" I scream, while starting to get up before Clayton pinned me down.

"Well I expected Klaus to take you with him, but it seems like he values the dobbelganger more than we thought. So why not keep the bait for a bit longer, huh?" Clayton winks, before grabbing a bag from the hallway and throwing it on the floor.

"That bag has new clothes and shower stuff. Take a quick one, and don't get any other ideas. I'll be right outside the door, the sooner you're done the sooner we can grab some food and drive off." He explains, before closing the door.

I rub my rope burn and begin to sift through the bag before getting in the shower. I quickly rinse my hair and body, while casually looking around me to see if there was any possible chance of sneaking out. There was one window in the bathroom, but it was pretty high up on the wall, and I doubt I would be able to squeeze through.

Nonetheless, I began dry my hair and switch into my new clothes.

As I turned the knob, Clayton jumped up protectively and looked around before landing his eyes on me.

I practically blushed under his eyes but I kept my face stoic, hoping to get this trip over with sooner rather than later. Damon has to be on his way soon or something.

"Ready my dear," Clayton says jokingly, while offering his arm for me to wrap mine around. Instead, I roll my eyes and walk right past him downstairs.

"You really couldn't wash the blood off your own body?" I ask, looking Clayton up and down once we reach the door. He looked gross with the blood stains, but he was one hell of a cute guy.

"Nah I think I'm going to keep it, it gives me some sex appeal," he jokes, before bringing me into the garage and having me get into the passengers side.

He hops into the drivers seat and begins to drive towards the highway, luckily being pretty empty from it being later at night.

Although Clayton was nice and trying to make small talk, he was still the one that kidnapped me and I wasn't going to just sit by and be pushed around. So as we slowly wrap around a bend that connects to the highway, I take a deep breathe, open the door, and tumble my way down the hill.

I grunt and groan the whole way down, knowing that I had to have broken something. But that was the least of my worries. I got up on my sore ankle and attempted to run/jog as best as I could, furthering myself farther and farther from the highway and Clayton.

I hear him yelling from far away and that only makes me jog faster. I want to scream out in pain but there is nothing I could do but run on adrenaline until I was safe.

My vision was going in and out and I was groaning at how disoriented I was beginning to be. I run over to a large tree and stand behind it, half hiding and half checking my wounds. Sure enough a large gash in my left arm, causing blood to spill out, and I was becoming more faint-ish by the second.

I hear heavy breathing that does not belong to me and I still. While slowly looking at my surroundings again, I deem it to probably be Clayton and I pray that he doesn't notice me.

"Chelsea where the hell are you? I know you're injured, you either come with me and heal or you die trying to run away."

Clayton's voice is booming all along the forest and I shake in fear of having to be stuck with him again. I'd rather drain of blood from escaping that be stuck in a kidnappers car.

I hear a crack to my right and I am about to scream in response when a hand wraps around my mouth and waist. "Don't make a sound," Clayton whispers, "I don't know who these vampires are but with the amount of blood you're loosing they'll be all over you."

We stand still for a few minutes, me not seeing or hearing anything because I have human hearing, but for Clayton he conintues to flinch and tense with ever sound he supposedly hears.

He finally sighs before turning me around, chucking my over his shoulder, and running back to his car. I kick and punch is back but it is no use, and frankly I have no energy left to retaliate. I haven't felt this bad and most of it was physically.

We run out of the forest and I stop hitting him as I sense another presence. Clayton is running at full werewolf speed and in a mere second with my head towards the right I notice 2 people. One person holding a man against a tree, and then all of a sudden releasing his body to fall to the ground. Drained.

I'm shaking at the sight and beyond nauseous from the movement around me.

As soon as I begin to fade out I feel myself landing on the leather seat, with a belt being wrapped around my chest. The car engine is started and Clayton begins dialing a number.

"Damon I'll be over in 10, Chelsea needs your blood."

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