Cold Hearted //TVD//

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Auroras POV

"Stay strong for me, Aurora. Can you do that?" Adelaide says, looking into my eyes.

I nod my head in response, taking in a deep breath. We hide in a stuffy cupboard. The wood scratches my skin in the pitch blackness surrounding me. Please don't find us, I think, closing my eyes  tightly despite the consuming darkness.

I hear the door being knocked down and loud footsteps entering the household. I dare not take in the big breath that I want to in fear that they will find me. There are deafening crashes, and I know that they are tearing apart the house in search of us. 

I hear the loud, searching footsteps enter the room that we are hidden in. Coming closer, the footsteps thud on the floor with each pounding beat of my heart. Of course they would stifle any defenses we have and then send men to kill us. Damn witches. They have taken away everything from me; my family, my power, my home, my safety. They want me and Adelaide dead. We may be the last of our kind.

"I know you're in here, you filthy Vallieres." the mans voice resounds outside, muffled slightly by the wood separating us.

I take a sharp intake of breath, and hear him take several steps closer to the cabinet. I can hear my heartbeat pumping quickly, and I hold my breath so my ragged intakes don't cause any attention in the eerie silence. The cupboard is now hot and stuffy from the body heat and breathing. 

The man sighs loudly before starts to walk away. I let out my breath, as does Adelaide. I then hear the man stop in his tracks and fear pumps through me. Please don't come over here, just walk out, I think, my chest tightening. 

The footsteps come close to the cupboard again, and I feel my heart hammering in my chest, beating so fast I think it might explode. Suddenly, the door is ripped open, and a man lays eyes on Adelaide. He has a light stubble and dark, almost black eyes , not seeing me squeezed in to the back.

He grabs Adelaide's arm forcefully, dragging her out of the cupboard. She screams and thrashes in his strong arms. He grabs her throat, starting to lift her from the ground, looking at her with hatred and disgust. She tries to breathe, but only guttural noises are heard. Anger and fear boil inside of me. I'm terrified to do something, but my sister is dying.

Her face starts to change to a purplish color in the lack of oxygen, and I know that I have to do something now. I  quickly spring out, knocking the rather large man to the ground, taking me with him. Moving very quickly, he grabs my arm with an iron grip. I try to yank away my arm, but his grip only gets tighter, and hurts me. 

Another man comes in the room and looks at me disgustedly. The other man proceeds to pull a shiny, jagged knife out of his boot, to my absolute horror. My sister still lays on the ground gasping for air, not noticing her surroundings.

The other man comes towards me with the knife, and I struggle with him as much as possible, but it isn't enough. He brings the knife, up, preparing to stab me. The silver shining in the light coming through the smudgy window. He then brings the knife down, the knife quickly coming to stab me. 

Almost in slow motion, I feel a piercing, powerful scream escape me. I feel the room shake and the men both get thrown away from me, ramming against the walls and passing out cold on the floor. I look at their practically lifeless bodies in absolute shock. How the hell did I do that? Any power I had was taken away bu the witches!

My sister sits up, staring at me in shock. I lift my body, up off the ground quickly, running over to her. I grab her arm and yank her up off the ground.

"Come on, Adelaide, we need to get out of her before more of them get here." I say evenly, my voice surprisingly steady.

My sisters agape mouth shows that she wants to say something, but knows that we need to get out of her quickly. We both make a run for it, holding our dresses up so that we won't trip on the thick fabric.