awake {Klaus Mikaelson}

seven // invitation to hell

Hi guys! I'm sorry it's been a while, that's why I've written two chapters for you!!

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*unedited*

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"Ready to get out of this place?" Before I can even absorb what he's saying, the large door is being opened.

"You're, you're letting me go?" I choke out, my voice straining.

"God no" he strutted towards me, taking my wrists(still chained to the chair) in his hands. "Just using you for now. Might kill you in the process, never know how things might pan out."

"Well aren't you charming" I cough, causing his head to move back.

"Well aren't you looking dapper, coughing, pale, bags under your eyes that tell me you haven't slept the entire time you've been here" he goes on.

"The last time I slept, I slept for a thousand years, and not by choice. So excuse me for not being open to the idea" I spit back.

"I wondered what Klaus saw in an innocent human girl, now I know" he smirked. "You've got back bone."

"Thank you?"

"Now come on, I'm sure you're desperate to get out of these chains" he rips them off my wrists with ease and moves onto my feet.

I don't move. I can't. I'm too weak.

"Am I really going to have to carry you?" He asks, more to himself. Before I can even process, he's picking me up bridal style. What?

He carries me through a dark hallway before we reach a set of stairs. I would've puked at the new movement but I don't have anything in my stomach to puke up.

My eyes instantly shut at the sudden light that met them. Centuries without seeing sunlight, can you blame me?

I'm soon being put down onto a smooth, cold surface. What is this?
I open my eyes and look around. Strange objects all around me, I notice an odd looking fire place but nothing else looks familia. I don't know what any of this is.

"Is she here, is she here? Can I see her?" A woman's voice comes flooding into my ears, I wonder why she's talking so fast.

A blonde girl suddenly comes into view and my eyes squint. Tall, pale, beautiful, and yet another person in weird clothing. She looked so surprised to see me yet I heard that she was actually looking for me. Weird.

"Wow." Her voice was just as high as it was before, strange. "You're so... Human." My head tilted to the side in confusion, that's not what I was expecting. "Thank you?"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ah- insult you or anything I just- ... Wow."

I sat there awkwardly, moving around uncomfortably. I don't appreciate the staring so can she knock it off? Please?

She slowly made her way down the two stairs from the hallway, Damon finding his way over to a cabinet. That I believe is filled with.. alcohol?

"Refreshing isn't it?" Damon says, opening a glass bottle. "It's been a while since a human's sat on my couch."

"Why am I here?" I ask, continuing to squint at the light in the room. Can't these people close the damn curtains?!

"Maybe I wanted you to see the light of day" Damon smirked. "Or maybe I have something for you to do for me."

Well knowing what these people have put me through, I bet it's the second option.

"You said you were going to use me for something. What are you using me for?" I ask, coughing bitterly after the words leave my mouth.