Annabelle Mikaelson, known as Annabelle Denver in Mystic Falls, has been a vampire for centuries. After finally having enough of her Uncle, she travels to Mystic Falls, where she then meets some of her closest friends and all-time crush. However, as...
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Annabelle
Pain was the only thing that was processing in my brain. My entire body was filled with it, aching and dripping blood. My head hung low as I spat out the blood filling my mouth. Stefan had done a number on me, that I'll admit.
There was a stake stabbed in my leg, as well as one stuck in my shoulder. The vervain still burned my wrist and the aching need for blood was killing me.
I wasn't sure how long he had been torturing me, stabbing me over and over again as he attempted to figure out what was in the locked coffin. He had even gone as far as shooting me with wooden bullets, though they did nothing but stop the healing process. Not to mention the amount of times he had reached into my chest, fingers tightening around my heart as he threatened to rip it out. I knew exactly what was in that coffin; my grandmother. However, I didn't want her back and well, so I was determined not to tell him. This wasn't my first time being tortured and certainly wouldn't be the last, though I did not miss the pain and aching every time I was tortured.
A cough rumbled in my chest, causing me to spit up more blood. The creaking of the floorboards reached my ears, though I was certain it was Stefan coming to stake me again, maybe run another vervain flower over my face. I was certain I had been here for days, but after the third sunset, I stopped counting.
My uncle was searching for me, I was almost certain. I just had to hold up until he found me. Stefan had completely lost it, I was sure of it. My head rolled back as I looked up towards the ceiling. Two pairs of footsteps could be heard and I tried to strain my ears to listen.
Hope fluttered in my chest as I picked up on one of the voices--my uncle. I started screaming like a mad woman. "N-Nik! N-Nik!" My cries were desperate, pleading. He was the only thing that could get me out of this mess. "Uncle Nik, please!"
"Annabelle?" I let out a loud sob as I heard his voice.
"Help," I cried quietly, watching the door burst open. NIk paused in the doorway, looking at me with horror on his face.
"What has he done to you?" A flash of anger appeared on his face as he moved towards my restraints.
"Vervain," I uttered, heaving a deep breath. He barely flinched as he tore off the rope, revealing my burned wrists. Nik quickly moved to the other one before untying my ankles.
"I'm so sorry, love. This is my fault." For once in his life, he actually sounded apologetic as he helped me to my feet. Instantly, my legs gave out and he quickly picked me up. "I've got you, love."
"He," I grunted in pain as he adjusted his grip on me, walking upstairs. "He's lost it."
"I made him turn of his humanity. He didn't feel anything," Nik told me and it was clear he blamed himself.
"Don't blame yourself," I said, my eyes heavy as I leaned my head against his chest. "You had no idea he'd go this far."
"Yes, well, had I not made him turn it off, he wouldn't have gone after you," Nik argued as he carried me outside. It was dark out now, thankfully. I didn't have to deal with my eyes adjusting to the light I hadn't seen in days. "Don't worry, little one. I will get us out of here and then give you my blood."
