Aria Salvatore x Klaus Mikaelson

Bleeding Out

Third POV.

The long narrow hallway was dark the ground a sandy red dirty material. Creaking sounds of the pipes squeaked above as they stuck out from the battered walls.

Scratch marks and blood stained the brown greyish stones. Echoes of screaming and banging buzzed behind each wall.

"Help me" a man's voice cried along with the others screams. Nathaniel smiled slowly walking down the hall to the very last door. A large metallic red door with no chains needed as it'd been spelled.

He chuckled reaching for the door handle slowly opening it to the dark secluded room, that was lit by a dim lightbulb twitching from the ceiling.

Faint breathing came from the corner, a flash of dark eyes with a scamper of feet. A spine shivering laugh came from the figure crouched and rocking in the corner.

Blood was plastered on her mouth and twitching hands her long raven hair covered her face for the most part.

A slick grin appeared on Nathaniel's face as he leaned against the door with a creak. He now knew she was ready.

"Ready to come out?" he whispered petrifying screams following his words.

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The clock ticked loudly, car wheels were bumping and skidding by with hollers of voices bubbling and phones beeping, clicking, tweeting.

Matt focused on the ticking trying to block out the surge of other noises that felt right up against him scrubbing and kicking his ear drums.

A flicker of dried out yellow stung his eyes darkness surging in and out, shadows dancing around his dull eyes.

A cold metallic taste rolled on Matt's tongue barely conscious as he felt something tugging at his arm.

What had happened? He'd been locking up last night and now he's laying on cold wooden floors.

He groaned squinting his eyes open seeing a spin of chairs and glasses. Shutting his eyes he tried to gain focus of where he was.

The bar, it smelled like the bar he hadn't left last night. His body felt numb as he tried to move but it felt as if pins and needles knelt on his nerves up and down.

His eyes fluttering open again he saw the ceiling then a flash of the bar, the counter, the windows and then his eyes stopped on eyes hovering above him.

The eyes were blue, a pool of pure blue that held so much story, age and pain. Matt could feel the eyes getting closer.

Where they his own? Who was that? God? Was he dead? For a moment the face appeared to look like Damon? But he knew it wasn't him. He could smell a strong males cologne why were his senses so strong?

"Help me" Matt managed to croak out as the face blurred above him everything felt high, louder.

"Matt!" a voice called out with a flutter of hurried footsteps and banging doors making him wince.

He glanced back to where the blue eyes had been, they were gone leaving Matt confused had he hallucinated what was happening to him.