The Youngest (TVD/The Originals Fanfic)

Chapter 19

    I've got three broken ribs, a concussion, a few stitches here and there, a ton of bruises, and a hell of a lot of scratches and scrapes. I've got three stitches under my right eye along with a bruise that covers literally half my face. The old lady that's helping me name is Ann. She so kind for helping me but I'm wondering when I'll get to go home? What's happening there anyway? Do the even miss me? Have they been looking for me?

Klaus's pov
     She needs to be found. None of us have slept since she was taken. I miss her. I need her. I love my baby sister, she can't be killed for the mistakes I've made. I've had people searching all over the world but there's no luck. God who took my baby sister. Mom refuses to cancel the ball so here we are. I can't really focus on it though, I can't stop thinking about my little sister. Is she even still alive?
Mom decided to do a speech and we drank the champagne. I just wish Katelyn was here to crack a joke or something.

I was talking to Caroline outside when I received a call.
"Excuse me love"
"Hello"
"Nic" I heard a weak whisper
"Katelyn?! Is that you love? Are you okay?! Where are you?!"
"Yeah it's me. I'm alive. I'm in Grundy County Tennessee. I escaped and started running and I didn't look back. I should've watched where I was going but I don't know I'm sorry"
"It's alright love I'm on my way" I say as I signal to a hybrid to get my car keys.
"Nic don't kill the lady that's by the door. She's helped me"
"Alright I won't. Be there soon love."
"Okay bye nic"

Katelyn's pov
     Getting off the phone with nic, Ann helps me upstairs so I can shower and get into some clean and comfortable clothes.
"Here ya go sweetheart. Now here's some of husbands old clothes. They'd probably be more comfy than anything of mine." She said smiling sweetly.
"Thank you" I say and she goes to leave.
I turn to look at myself in the mirror. I almost screamed. My hair is all matted out and my face is swollen from all the punches and kicks I received. Dirt is stuck to my face and my clothes are all torn. In other words. I look hideous. Stepping into the shower I start cleaning myself off. The warm water loosened my muscles up a bit and I was able to wash my hair without feeling too much pain. After my hair I washed my body carefully avoiding my cuts and stitches.
Finally done I get out and dry off, I put on the undies and sports bra on and then the men's sweatpants and shirt. I look better than I did before. Well not better, just cleaner. I headed down the stairs which probably took me a good few minutes. Ann was in the kitchen making food.
"You look like you could use a bite." She said smiling at me.
"That sounds lovely. I'm starved." I say sitting down. She places a plate full of biscuits and gravy in front of me alone with a glass of orange juice. From there we just talked about nonsense waiting for my brother to come.