Deadly Beloved

Kidnapped

: Macey's POV :

I woke, finding myself on a sofa? As I tried to get up I simply jerked back. My arms restrained behind me and my ankles tied together. There was loads of old looking paintings in the room, a fire place too. Everything looked old, antique, out of date. The room was dark, the fire dimly lighting the place. ''Hello?'' I called out sheepishly. Fear taking over my body, paralysis triggered by fear seemed to consume me.

It seemed to be hours that I was helplessly tied up on the couch, but then I heard a long breath, someone breathing in...They were exceptionally loud, as if wanting me to hear

''Octavia, my love...You may not remember me...But I have searched for you..For what seems like a life time..'' a voice whispered.

I recognised it as, what I assumed, the person who my kidnapped me. I whimpered, I wanted Elijah. I felt safe with him...His warm, muscular embrace, his mellowed eyes, soft voice. I missed it dearly. I heard a whoosh like noise and my hands and ankles were free. I sat up immediately to see a man inches away from my face, his hands moving slowly to my face. His fingers inched closer to my skin, I tried moving back, retreating from his grasp but he kept coming, I saw a blur of black and the man was gone, I then heard a thud further down the room, I saw Elijah standing over the man who appeared to be in great pain ''Elijah..'' I whispered, running to him, I almost landed in his embrace when I felt myself being picked up and moved back at great speed, the snake tongued man had me in his grasp.

''Why must you run, Octavia?'' He spoke quite aggressively in my ear before looking to Elijah ''You will not harm her again, Elijah! It was your fault, you're the reason I had to compel her, make her forget, about who she was, her friends, her family....about me..you're why I had to send her away!'' He seemed to scream, pushing me behind him and moving towards Elijah.

''What's going on?'' I asked, only to be ignored.

''Niklaus, listen to me,'' Elijah spoke calmly ''this is not Octavia...I know, she smells the same, but I can assure you, she is not who you think..''

I stood there confused even now ''Who is Octavia? What has any of this got to do with me?'' I asked gently, though still ignored.

Niklaus paused, confusion flooding into his mind too ''If that is the case...Then where is my Octavia?''