"Come on Florence," Nik say and takes my hand.
He and Rebekah just got done fighting about why he never told her Marcel was here.
He holds my hands pretty tight, which hurts by the way.
When we walk out the door and onto the steps, he lifts me up into his arms and I close my eyes, bracing for impact.
When I open my eyes, we're in the middle of a huge party. He sets me down but I still hang onto him.
Everyone is dancing and going wild. I've never been to a party this out of control before.
"Stay here, I'll be right back," he says and disappears.
I do as he says and stand there, just watching the crazed, drunken people dance and damage stuff.
A man walks up to me and smirks slightly.
"Are you Florence," he asks.
Should I tell him my name? Nik did tell me not to talk to strangers. But how does he know my name? What if he wants to kidnapped me?
"I'll take that as a yes," he says and I close my eyes.
If I could help it I would, but I kind of just pass out or something.
When I open my eyes everything is dark and I feel like I'm stuck to something. A bright light flicks on and I close my eyes slightly to block out the light.
"Hi Florence," a voice says and then a body comes into view, "I'm Marcel."
"Why am I here Marcel," I ask.
"I just wanted to ask what you're involved in with Klaus ," he says, "these chains are unnecessary, we use these for special cases," he takes some things from around my arms and legs.
"Let me guess, vampires," I say and rub my head, which is throbbing like crazy.
"Yeah. So can you tell me why you're with Klaus," he asks.
"I-I don't know if I should tell you, he would be very angry with me if I told any vampire," I say.
"I understand," he says, "I'll just leave you in here with Samson here while I go call Klaus," then he leaves.
I look over at who I assume is Samson. He walks over to me and slaps me hard across the face. My head jerks to the left.
"What does Klaus need you for," he asks.
"Nothing, he doesn't need me for anything," I yell.
"That's enough Samson," says a voice.
Marcel comes into view with a smile and another person.
Nik.
When he sees me he frowns and I lower my head.
"Marcel, what are you doing," Nik asks.
"We were just questioning her," he says.
"About what," Nik asks, getting angrier.
"About the killings at the bar," he says.
"Florence," says Nik, closer this time.
I lift up my head and see him crouched down in front of me looking ashamed and guilty.
"Are you alright," he asks.
I shake my head.
My cheek is throbbing and my head still hurts.
"I'll take care of it," he says and stands up straight.
He takes a nearby staked and shoves it into Samson's heart.
