Cold Hearted //TVD//

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I wake with the urge to scream, holding it down with a tight throat. The first thing I feel is stinging, hot pain, and it takes me a moment to remember why I'm hurting. The past— however many days it's been come flooding back to me, causing me to take a deep breath in. There's no way any of this is real. I try to convince myself these words, that I'll just wake up from some hard hit to the head, but the pain I feel throughout my whole body keeps me from believing that I'm in some alternate reality.

I look around me at the room I'm in, seeing that it's rather large, with light wood floors and simple white walls. The sofa I'm planted on has blood stains on it from me being here, and I look at my body to see bandages on all of my wounds through torn bits of my clothes. I now wonder how long I've been out, and where the man that saved me is.

As if reading my mind, I see the man walk into the large room, and almost scream in utter shock. His face had been seared into my mind after my supposed dreams. There is no way that I'm actually seeing this right now. I'm clearly delusional after all of my torture.

"Hello, don't think we've been introduced," he says with a crooked smile.

"You." is all I can say at the moment.

He looks at me oddly, as if wondering whether or not we've met.

"Me?" he replies to my one worded statement.

I close my eyes and rub them, making sure I'm seeing straight. Nope, he's still there.

"Damnit." I say under my breath, forgetting that he can hear me.

He squints his eyes at me like I'm insane. Which I probably am at this point.

"Is your name Klaus by chance?" I ask, hoping that he says no.

He only gives me a taken aback look, obviously surprised at this.

"Damnit." I say again, not caring that he can hear me.

"I'm sorry love, have we met?" he asks curiously.

"Not technically?" I say it as a question because I'm not sure of my words.

An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach, and I have no idea what to believe at the moment. The insane dreams I had somehow connect to reality, and I was just tortured. My head buzzes and I just want to run.

"My name's, uh, Aurora." I say uneasily.

His eyes widen, almost showing some sort of emotion before reverting back to nothing.

My head spins for the 100th time with confusion and wonder. This whole situation is insane and impossible. Then again, vampires were "impossible" before, too. I wonder how long I have been gone. I'm guessing I'm not in mystic falls anymore, though. I pray that I haven't been gone terribly long, but I won't get my hopes up about it. There's no telling. 

If I have been gone a long time, what is everyone back home doing? Jenna would feel responsible for my disappearance, and I'm sure that Elena didn't tell her the truth about how I left. Jeremy would probably be sent back over the edge, I was the only one who had truly been there for him when mom and dad died, and me leaving would make him feel betrayed. Elena would find some way to get mad at me for being gone. She always does.

I zone back into the real world, glancing at Klaus' face. He stares at me confusedly, and I can understand the feeling. My world is pure insanity right now, and I have no idea what to do about it, so I say the only thing that makes sense to me:

"Where can a girl get some french fries around here?" I say genuinely.

Klaus looks amused at my words, shrugging. I see a small smirk make its way to his mouth.