awake {Klaus Mikaelson}

four // have a little faith

-3rd person POV-

"Get dressed, we're going out" Damon says, holding up two shirts as Stefan walked into the bedroom after a shower.

"Yeah, sorry, not interested" Stefan replied, walking right past him. Not even bothering with the shirts.

"I didn't ask. Elijah and I have organised a very old fashioned sit down with you and Klaus." Damon explained. "I say go with the black. Makes you look all villainy" He gestured to the shirt he was holding but Stefan ignored him by picking up a random shirt off the dresser.

"Klaus won't make a deal, Damon."

"Doesn't have to. All we're doing is buying a little time to give our wicked witches a chance to pop the top off the coffin."

"So that's your plan? Stall Klaus."

"Well if you hadn't gone postal on his hybrids maybe I'd have some options."

"So you unleash an original to help him out?" Stefan's voice was dripping of sarcasm.

"Un-daggering Elijah was smart, Stefan. Are you kidding me? After what Klaus did to him, he's in vengeance mode. It's perfect."

"There's nothing smart about trusting Elijah, Damon" Stefan pointed his finger, poking Damon in the chest. "He screwed us over the last time we planned to kill Klaus."

"Yeah well by the way you've been acting, I trust him as much as I trust you."

"Hm, well" Stefan pretended to think as he poured himself a bourbon. "I guess that goes both ways doesn't it?"

Damon sighed in realisation. "Ah, yes. This is about me kissing Elena" Stefan looked amused as he look a sip of his drink.

"Just remember if it wasn't for Klaus you wouldn't have become such a dick and that kiss would have never happened. So get ready and get happy, we're going to negotiate a fake trues and I don't want your attitude screwing it up."

Damon and Stefan's heated argument was cut short by the sound of Damon's phone going off.

Damon sighed before walking over to the nightstand and picking up his phone. He read the text from Bonnie and looked up at Stefan. "Plans postponed. We've got to get down to the tunnels."

And without another word, Damon walked out of the room with Stefan trailing behind him.

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Coffin girls POV (lol, great name)

"Wake up sleepy head" I felt my cheek being hit.

Once my eyes started to open, the hitting stopped. I came to clear vision and saw a young, raven haired man leaning over in front of me. "'Bout time you woke up."

It didn't take long for me to realise I was sitting down, but then I felt the restrictions. I looked down and saw my wrists and ankles chained to the chair I'm sitting on. Chains? What, do they think I'm a werewolf? Think again.

My eyes searched the new found place and I see that I'm in a dark room with little light, bricked walls and an opened large door with bars across the small opening of it. It would be nice to see outside but no.

Who is this man? Another enemy to Niklaus? Another person who wants him dead?

"Let's skip the small talk and get to the real questions, shall we?" The man smirked and something tells me he does that often.

"What's your name?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because I'd like to think of you as a person, not an object." I answer softly, my head throbbing intensely. What did that witch do to me?

"Damon."

I smiled at the name. It's pretty.

He stands up straight and looks at me intently. I wonder what he's looking for.

"And yours?"

I close my eyes briefly, shaking my head. I can't tell him that, it's too much too soon.

Suddenly he grabbed my jaw in a harsh grip and looked me in the eyes. "What is your name?" I stayed quiet, causing his head to tilt in confusion. "You can't be compelled, can you?" So he's a vampire, that's just fantastic, yet another person to be terrified of.

I can't be compelled? Did Niklaus do something? Did he get a witch to put a spell me like he did with my coffin?

There are so many questions running through my head, I can barely function.

"What am I doing here?" I say, pulling slightly at the chains. No point in waisting my energy, I'm locked up tight.

"You for whatever reason, mean a lot to a certain original and I'd like to know why. Klaus doesn't seem like the type to care for humans" he told me, walking backwards out of the room. He came back with a chair and placed it in front of me, taking a seat, resting his elbows on his knees.

Awake for one day and already kidnapped. Good job. Good job.

"He did once" I whisper under my breath, hoping he didn't hear me. But by the look on his face, he did.

"Stefan!" He suddenly yelled and I winced at the loud sound. That witch powder still has me on edge.

Another man came walking into the room, who I presume is Stefan. He and Damon lookalike, except Damon looks slightly older, so I'm guessing they're brothers.

"What? Can't get anything out of her?" He asked sounding annoyed.

"We hit the jackpot brother" Damon smirks at me, standing up from his chair. What did I say?

"Why? Who is she?" Stefan asks and I couldn't help be curious as well. What has Damon figured out?

"Our good friend Klaus actually does have a heart" I glared at him.

He does have a heart, two in fact, since he has mine.

"What are you talking about?"

"Think about it. Why would Klaus carry a human around in a locked coffin? Obviously he didn't want anyone opening it, not because she's a weapon but because he's in love with her" Damon continued to smirk which I was now getting sick of.

Okay, well, I'm not very good at keeping secrets or even hiding them.
What are they going to do with me now that they know? I really don't want to find out.

Stefan's eyes widened. Niklaus must have done some pretty monstrous things if these people think he's incapable of love. He's very capable. Extremely...

"Klaus loves a human." I close my eyes facing my head towards my lap. Yes Stefan, Klaus loves a human. "We can use this, we can torture him."

I felt my eyes start to water. Stay strong, stay strong. Don't let them see you cry, don't let them think you're weak. My thoughts didn't help me and tears started to fall down my cheeks.

I just want to be with Niklaus. That's all I've ever wanted. I just want him to hold me.

"Well how do you plan on doing that without knowing her name, huh?" Damon pointed out.

"We can just compel it out of her."

"She can't be compelled. Klaus must've done something."

"Then I guess we'll have to torture it out of her" my head snapped up to look at Stefan. No, no, not torture.

"No, please don't" I beg, my voice shaking as tears continue to slowly fall down my cheeks.

"Just tell us your name and we won't have to" Stefan starts to walk over to me and I don't like it. I don't want him anywhere near me but I can't move away from him. He sits down where Damon once sat and looks me dead in the eyes, making me feel as if they're piercing my soul.

"Faith" I whisper, a small sob escaping my lips. "My name is Faith."