No Way Out | Teen Wolf & The Vampire Diaries

Chapter 38

When I finally regain consciousness, a confusing blur of colours swirl right before my eyes. It takes me a couple of seconds to realise where I am, what I last remember, and what's going on. For some odd reason, I'm in the Mystic Grill, tied up to a wooden chair by extremely tight ropes, I last remember Alaric forcing pills down my throat... and I don't really know what's going on.

What I do know is that I'm drowsy and definitely not alert. And that stresses me out.

I glance down, groggy. Thick twists of twine wrap around my waist, crumpling my Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt and pinching my skin. I know I should get out of these ropes, which I've been trained blindfolded to do, but I have no urge or energy to act on it. And that unnerves me.

"Just what exactly did you give me?" I slur, struggling to string the words together. My head slips forward as the vampire-hunter version of Alaric swims into view.

"A mixture of heroin and sleeping pills," he answers, nonchalant, like he didn't just confess to committing a literal criminal offence.

"What the nuggets," I protest weakly. "You can't do that to someone." My ass is numb — how long have I been seated??

"But I did, Mikaelson." He walks around the Grill, making sure the doors are locked and the blinds are shut. His fingers press down on the lacquered wooden slats as he peers through them, suspicious and expectant.

"What do you want?"

"For your family to come and save you." He looks me dead in my eyes. "So I can kill them."

Despite my confused, slow state, I understand the gravity of this situation. No. This is what I've been worried sick about the past couple of days. My lip quivers.

The Mikaelsons mean so much to me, though they've only been in my life for a relatively short time. They all take care of me, though not always of each other... the key word there is "always." They look out for one another when they're not squabbling like children.

"I won't kill you," Alaric carries on, misunderstanding my fear. "But I will if they don't do as I ask." This is sick. He'd willingly kill an innocent minor who has no chance of fighting back because he drugged her?

He removes my phone from his back pocket and holds it in front of my face. Stupid face ID. He meddles about with my phone for a minute before calling someone.

"Nylah? I instructed you not to call me, my dear," Elijah utters, answering his phone almost immediately. "Is there an emergency??"

"In fact, there is one," Alaric responds, turning around slowly to face me. "Vampires roam this earth. I will not rest until your entire species is eradicated."

"Alaric." Elijah's tone is icy — I can literally hear the intensity of his anger and protectiveness. "Do not lay a finger on my daughter."

"Well, you're a bit too late."

"Listen carefully, Alaric. I will tear you limb from limb if you hurt her, mark my words. I will hunt you down regardless of whether this is your true self, or of whether you've been compelled to do this. I do not care about technicalities. Do I make myself clear?" Elijah enunciates his words clearly and delivers them with purpose. They send chills down my spine, and I wasn't even on the receiving end of the threat.

Alaric chuckles — a grave mistake. "No need for that, Elijah. Just give me Klaus, and I'll give you your daughter in return."

Elijah doesn't hesitate in answering. "I'm contacting Damon to determine the whereabouts of Klaus. Give me an hour."

"The clock is ticking, Elijah. I will kill your abomination of an offspring if you don't bring Klaus to me." I don't know whether to laugh or be sad about the fact 'abomination' and 'offspring' were used to describe me.