The Girl Who Restored My Humanity Book Three (A Vampire Diaries FanFiction)

Chapter 9 - Hummingbird

~Ally's POV;~

"You can't force me to stay with you, Klaus." I argue against his deafening silence from behind the wheel, feeling anxiety expand deeper inside of me the further I'm driven away from home. "No one knows where I am. You have to take me back." Klaus purses his smirking lips at my nervousness, but suddenly his phone starts to ring from his jacket pocket, taking away from the tension inside of the car for a moment. As I stare out of the passenger window I exhale slowly to myself, knowing that I can't kill him, escape him, or even slightly appreciate his poisonous company. Klaus' nice English accent and physical appearance can't - and will not - blind me to the terrible things that he has done. He killed my dad, and he tormented me about it. Not to mention he also killed my brother for the fact that I survived his sacrifice, knowing full well that he had actually had his ring on, and following through with that he blamed me for both Nathan and Tyler's broken necks. This devil beside me forced Stefan to become the ripper again then compelled him to turn it off for his obedience, and to top it all off he has threatened and tormented all of us without an inch of remorse. Are you any better? My subconscious teases at me, forcing me to squeeze my eyes tight shut in horror at the thought. The blood of many witches and warlocks are on your hands. "Ah, Stefan," Klaus declares into the phone, instantly forcing my eyes open and my attention his way as he continues with a grin. "She's alive and well, mate, no real thanks to you however... Where are you?" He asked about me. A shiver of hope runs down my spine as I stare at Klaus in anticipation for him to continue his conversation with Stefan, and as he does he keeps his response short but sweet. "Good. We shall meet you there, ripper." Klaus concludes with a smirk before hanging up his phone to push it back into his jacket pocket, allowing the car to resume to its usual intense silence. "Stefan's coming?" I ask hopefully whilst watching Klaus with desperation, feeling more at ease knowing my best friend will be there - wherever that is - and I continue with my concern. "Is he okay?" Klaus scoffs at the consistency of my curiosity as he grins and asks back, his eyes meeting mine briefly for a second, "You ask a lot of questions, don't you, love?" As I roll my eyes and sink into the passenger seat I answer his provocative question, whilst lifting my knees defensively to my chest, "It's only logical when I've been taken hostage against my will by a raging control freak, and not to mention, an evil psychopath." Klaus grins to himself again from the corner of my eye as he tightens his grip around the steering wheel, channelling his irritation into the pressure of his grip. "I'd hardly call it taking you hostage, sweetheart... More along the lines of keeping you at my side for your protection. I'm more your metaphorical living safe house, rather than your kidnapper." Klaus explains with a sardonic smile as he meets my gaze and continues through growing amusement; he's enjoying himself. "Considering I saved your life on several occasions now - granted for the future creation of my hybrids - I think the last thing you feel is endangered." His eyes move to the passenger door, to which with eager eyes I follow his gaze, and I notice my hand is still tight around the handle in some fearful desperation of escaping. Slowly I loosen my grip then place my hand into my lap as I ease back into the seat, knowing that I am not in physical danger, but I am however in danger of losing myself completely. He stripped everything human about Stefan away from him, so who knows what he could do to me. "Couldn't you have taken me to Damon and Stefan?" I ask with confusion whilst staring out of the window at the long stretch of road passing us by as we head down the highway away from Mystic Falls. "They wouldn't have even needed persuading to keep me under house arrest." Instantly all thought turns to Damon again - who is probably at the Grill drowning all thought in alcohol - and I miss him. I miss the feeling of his strong arms around me, his lips comforting my skin, his piercing blue eyes staring straight through me, and I just miss the sound of his voice. How many times will I be separated from the guy I love?  "Well, hummingbird, I considered that, and then I found Stefan locked up in Sheriff Forbes old jail cell - where the poor bloke was practically wasting away - so I released him to go feed on some of the towns local girls before he meets us in Louisiana." Klaus explains honestly as he focuses his determined gaze on the highway ahead, with the amusement now reaching his eyes whilst he concludes. "It appears my mind will only be at ease if you don't leave my sight." I glance at him with surprise for a moment but his face is blank of emotion, and his eyes are focused on the road ahead. There are so many questions with no answers bursting through the floodgates to my thoughts, and yet I've already asked Klaus too many. Why are we heading to Louisiana? Is Klaus still searching for news on Mikael? How long must I play prisoner? Days, weeks, months?  Are Nathan and Alaric okay? Is everyone okay?  All I know is that Elena and Lexi were probably the ones to lock Stefan up, and I know this because Lexi wanted to help get Stefan back, to which Elena's plan of doing so fitted their wishes together perfectly. They're gonna be disappointed when they discover he's been set free. As the highway becomes recognisable I notice that we are heading down U.S. 165 - the main highway between Lake Charles and the central Louisiana city of Alexandria. Alexandria, how ironic. Once the sign ahead reads clearly for my human eyes: Exit 44 Alexandria Next Right, I exhale impatiently and tease with my arms now folded across my chest "Let's hope she's not at the next right." Klaus quietly scoffs from beside me as he confirms with an amused grin on his face "If she is I'll rip out her spleen." Instantly I realise from my faint reflection in the glass window that I'm grinning at Klaus' words; he made me laugh. Ally, what are you doing? He's not funny, or good, and he's not to be laughed with. He killed your dad, Ally. The wicked grin fades from my lips as Klaus accelerates the car down the next right for Alexandria, and amongst the silence I find myself thinking of Mark - my foster dad - after a long time spent refusing to think about him. How could I possibly even consider forgiving him? I shouldn't forgive him, and I don't want to. I can't find it in myself to forgive him. Just sitting next to him in the car knowing I could avenge Mark right here right now infuriates me, and it does so because I know I'm too weak to act on my desire for revenge.