Stole My Heart(Damon and Klaus fan-fiction)

Chapter 6: Hope found and Hope Lost

I was basically dying in the back seat of the car, leaning on sweet Rebekah for support and comfort. These car rides made me feel light headed and even more achey then I already felt. Rebekah helped as she stroked my hair and massaged my head with every soft stroke. She kept whispering sweet words into my ear with each caring stroke. Klaus looked back once and a while to make sure I was still awake since they didn't allow me to fall asleep. Chris drove the car since Klaus felt he was too anxious to drive.
The time ticked by painfully slow making me feel closer to death each second. I knew my time was running out but I didn't want to leave so soon. I was hoping that this was a cruel dream and I was sleeping in my warm bed with Damon by my side. That Elena and Stefan were in their room at the boarding house. That Bonnie was living happily with her grams and learning to be the best witch. But of course this was a hard reality where no one could ever be truly happy. We were all doomed since we were born to grow up and lead mediocre lives that felt so empty and unfulfilled.
"Brooklyn, we're here," Rebekah cooed. I looked up and saw myself in the rear view mirror which was clearly a terrible mistake. My skin was ghostly pale and my lips grey like death. I saw a ghost and that ghost was me. I quickly came out of the shock and tried getting out which again was another mistake. I fell quick but Klaus saved me even quicker. He helped me up and carried me in which I did not try to protest for I knew that I wasn't capable.
I looked at him confused once I had seen the bar we were walking into so fast. Chris opened the door, revealing a rustic bar and a woman pouring herself some liquor. When Chris slammed the door, the middle aged woman looked up and was shocked to see familiar faces.
"Gloria," Klaus greeted. Klaus passed me onto Rebekah who put her arm under mine, supporting me. She wasn't scared but I could tell she wasn't expecting us at anytime.
"Klaus, I haven't seen you since the 20's."
I looked at her in complete and utter shocked. She looked as if she was in her late 40's and the decade she was talking about was like 90 years ago. Her skin was tight and her hair barley gray but she was speaking of time that should've been before all of ours.
"I'm in need of assistance. I need two things. Help curing the girl and to see why my hybrids are not working," Klaus demands. She looks at me and doesn't seemed to be phased by my physical state. She nods her head at me and looks back to the impatient Klaus.
"She won't be hard but as for your Hybrids, that will be tricky," Gloria says. Klaus seemed displeased by the answer and he grunted in response to her words.
"Which one do you want to do first?" Gloria asks.
Klaus looked over to me in which Gloria notices.
"Put her on the table," The woman says. Rebekah supports me and sets me down on the dining table so that I am sitting down. The woman comes over to me and puts her hands on my head. Something about her touch soothes my aching head and soreness all over my body. It's a beautiful second of bliss and relief as all the pain leaves my body.
"Okay, now for the hard part," Gloria says.
"You might wanna hold her down for this," Gloria says. I put my hand up.
"I've got this."
She gives me a cloth to bite on and I knew that this would hurt like a mother.
I put it in my mouth and lay down to get ready for the pain I would have to endure. I was raised to grow up and withstand torture like this just in case a vampire would try to torture me. It was possible and it happened to my poor mother. She was taken by the group that we were hunting and have been hunting till this day. I don't talk about it much but they were the same group that killed my father. That are still out there somewhere just waiting to strike. Suddenly a searing pain  lit my wrist as Gloria was cutting and making me bleed. The blood ran out of me and when I say that I mean it literally, the blood was coming out in an orderly fashion. The blood was coming out like a droopy straight line that leaked to the corners. 
The pain got worse and worse each time she cut my wrists. I tried to hold back my screams but they bursted out and were muffled by the spit covered wash rag. The screams came to a stop as she put down the knife and placed her hands on my head. In fact, the bliss was back and I felt ten times as better as I did when I was healthy.