Aaron Salvatore and Hope Mikaelson. They were a force that should never be challenged. They were the best of friends since their dads were best friends. After Hope's dad died, Hope pushed everyone away. Except Aaron.
All Aaron had wanted was to fol...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The first thing Aaron saw when his eyes opened was the bright light hanging above him like a spotlight. He could feel the heat radiating from the bulb on his skin. The brightness of the emitting light burning his eyes slightly. Then the next thing he saw was his surroundings. A small, beat up room with him sat directly in the centre. The splintered wood planks bordering up a window. A large, metal door covered in some rust. The metal walls covered in scratches, dents and rust.
Aaron tried to stand up from the chair he was sat on but couldn't due to the restraints on his wrists and ankles, keeping him in place. Dazed and confused, he started to remember pieces of what happened. But before he could start to remember everything, the door slowly opened with a loud, long squeak. Aaron's head snapped up, seeing Malivore walking into the small room, a small case in his hand. "Look who's awake." Malivore said, closing the door behind him, placing the small case down onto a really worn down stool in the corner.
"Where am I? Where's Hope?" Aaron asked, his voice slightly sluggish and low. "I wouldn't worry about her right now. Since you're the one in more danger." Malivore told Aaron, who grew more confused. "What the hell are you talking about?" Aaron asked. "A little birdie told me that you dabbled with some black magic not long ago." Malivore said suddenly, shifting the conversation. "If you call being addicted to it and almost dying dabbling. Sure, I dabbled." Aaron said sarcastically.
Malivore chuckled lowly, grabbing the small case and pulling the zip slowly. "That's what I'm so interested in. You almost died from it. But yet, here you are, alive. It's honestly incredible." Malivore said, opening the case up, revealing four different syringes full of different liquids. "But for what I've got planned, I'm gonna need to change some things about you." Malivore said, pulling one of the syringes out and placing the case back down.
"What the hell is that?" Aaron asked, feeling his heart beating erratically. "This? Nothing too major. Just a sedative. You see, I've got a plan for you, Aaron. An extraordinary plan. And to make sure it's successful, I need you compliant." Malivore said before stabbing the needle of the syringe into Aaron's neck, injecting him quickly. A few seconds later, Malivore pulled the syringe back out, watching Aaron's head fall to the side. Malivore smirked in satisfaction, dropping the syringe. "Now let's have some fun." He said.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
