After 90 years of running, it had to come to an end. She found herself in Mystic Falls, a place she'd be dreading to go to but it was bound to happen. Luna Salvatore, the youngest Salvatore, arrived in Mystic Falls. Little did she know, her coming t...
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All three Mikaelson's turned toward the sound of shattering glass. They'd enjoyed the silence so much it'd coaxed them into forgetting something was bound to crash through it. By the time Elijah and Rebekah glanced at one another, Klaus was already upstairs.
His jaw clenched at the open window, and by going further in and seeing furniture out of place, he wanted to tear the rest of the room apart. He could smell blood. Her blood. Klaus took another step and fixed his gaze on the broken mirror.
He didn't waste a second. He wasn't going to gape at the struggle that unfolded; he was going to do something about it. Without a doubt, in the most inopportune way imaginable, but he would get it done.
Elijah was already behind him, trying to keep his composure. His eyes didn't lie, though. The way they'd absorbed the whole room frantically, and then settled on his brother with the usual concern that grasped him when Klaus was on the verge of doing something reckless.
'Brother--'
'Elijah.' Klaus didn't raise his voice, but he said it sternly enough for Elijah to pause. 'We don't have time for this. Rebekah has to leave; Luna is missing. If you'd like to make yourself useless, help me look for her.'
'Of course.'
'Good.' Klaus brushed past him, marching towards the stairs towards the last place he'd seen Freya.
'Klaus,' Elijah spoke, and Klaus stopped for a moment at the top of the stairs, barely turning his head to look at his brother. 'She'll be okay,' he said, but Klaus didn't react. He turned back to the stairs and went down wordlessly.
*
'Oh, for fucks sake.' Luna groaned out once her eyes finally peeled open. Her surroundings blurred together, and her entire body ached. She blinked feverishly, trying to get a sense of where she was.
Nothing was familiar. She'd been dumped in a random, empty auto shop and strapped to a chair excessively with chains and rope. An IV drip pumped vervain into her bloodstream with every squirm and wriggle. She wasn't sure whether to be flattered or deeply concerned by the precautions taken.
She tried to ignore how the vervain invaded every cell in her body, forcing her to succumb to the weakness it carried through her. She muttered a spell quietly under her breath, but she could focus long enough to unravel the binds strapping her down. Luna shifted her arm, hoping to wriggle the IV out of her vein, and the movement sent a searing pain up her arm.
Every struggle made the next one harder. It was like pushing a boulder up a cliff, but every time she made progress, the boulder got heavier. She almost gave up right there. The fatigue that crept up on her stifled her survival instincts—until she heard footsteps.
