Was it meant to be?

Chapter 27: Tiny apartment

I was still knocked out. I was weak and I knew it. I knew I was in car, with who. I had no idea. I was woken from my sleep when the car hit a pot hole. I woke up instantly and sat up in my seat looking around at my surroundings.

It was dark still, but from the east you can see the sun starting to rise.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." I hear from my left. I look and saw Jay, driving the car with sunglasses on and a smug look on his face. "Thought you would never wake up."

"Shut up, Where are we?" I ask, looking around at my surroundings.

"Driving back from the hospital." He says, he reaches behind him and reaches into something. I couldn't tell what it was until his arm moves back to the front and theirs a blood bag in his hand. "Here, there are plenty so drink as much as you need." He says, handing me the blood bag.

Once the bag was in my hand, I was opening it and drinking the warm substance from the bag. I downed it fast and looked behind me at the other bags. I must have drunken 3 of them before I was feeling stronger. I was on my 4th one, taking my time drinking it when I looked at the sign ahead of us.

It read, Welcome to Beacon Hills

"Wait, I thought we were already in Beacon Hills?" I asked, looking over to Jason.

"We were. We had to go to the next town over for blood bags. The FBI showed up before we can get some from there." He says, looking over at me for a slit second, before turning his eyes to the road.

"Oh." Was I could muster up before I started drinking from the blood bag again.

We sat in silence for the rest of the car ride. We finally reach our apartment complex and was getting out of the car. When I felt these eyes on me, I looked over at Jason who was coming to stand beside me, I knew I wasn't the only one who felt the eyes.

"Jay, someone's watching us." I say, whispering to the hybrid besides me.

"I know, let's get inside before they try anything." He says, and grabs the duffle bag with blood bags in it. Leading me inside and to his own apartment.

We reach the apartment in record speed, we close and lock the door behind us and move away from it. We were looking at each other, terrified of what is going to happen. We kept staring at the door until we heard a knock come from it. It kept knocking and knocking, not stopping once.

"We have to open the door." I said, walking closer.

"No, let me." He says, and pushes me aside and behind him. He walks closer to the door and looks through the peak hole, "What the hell man!" He yells and starts unlocking the door.

"What who i-" I was cut off when the door open entirely and I see a familiar face.

Klaus.

"Klaus, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked, walking to the original.

"I came to make sure you were doing ok. We stopped my mother. You're not going to die." He says, coming close to me. I didn't move, he brings his hand to my check and caresses it. "Jay, leave us."

"No problem." Jay says, leaving the apartment. I give him a pleading look to help me but he gives me his famous smiles and leaves the tiny apartment.

"Klaus, I'm fine. Please, you don't need to worry about me." I say, looking at the older man.

"Yes I do. I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to you." He says, walking past me and into the kitchen, trying to find the liquor he knows that Jay has.

"Klaus, no you don't. I am not yours. You can't control nor protect me whenever you feel like it." I say, coming to the man, and opening a cabinet he kept skipping over to show the bourbon that Jay has.