Scarlette's POV**
My heart pounded as I stared out the window of Klaus' car, we were driving just out of town so Bonnie could preform the spell without getting caught. I jumped slightly as the car came to a sudden stop, I glanced at Bonnie who was sitting in front seat and Klaus who was driving.
"Okay. We're out of town. Now do the spell, Bonnie." Klaus commanded. I glared at him because of his arrogance towards Bonnie, but Bonnie gave me a simple nod reassuring me she was okay.
"I will, Klaus." She said as she pushed open her door and climbed out onto the open gravel road. Surrounding us were fields and trees, I became slightly more nervous as I felt as if we were about to get killed. I did the same and stepped onto the gravel road, I sucked in a large breath of the fresh slightly powdery air, i shut my eyes and took in another deep breath. My heart pounded in my chest from being nervous and my head was throbbing as if I had just bashed it off a concrete floor, Klaus broke my trance as he roughly got out of the car, I glared at him and let out a long breath before slamming my door shut.
"Why so hostile love?" Klaus' voice was filled with arrogance towards me and I wanted to stab him, I shrugged off his harsh comment and walked to the other side of the car and looked at Bonnie. She looked more confident than nervous but either way; she looked absolutely terrified. I felt absolutely terrified for her, she was being forced to preform a spell that she could have died from.
"You don't have to do this." I said to Bonnie, she didn't... It didn't feel right to me to have had Bonnie being forced to do some damn spell to make me some crazy ass hybrid.. I didn't want to be a weapon to Klaus, if that's all he looked at me as; then I wanted nothing to do with him. When I was searching for him I was searching for a father who'd care, not a selfish asshole who couldn't give a damn about me. I would have rather been alone then tracked him down and found him to be this.
"Yes, she really does Scarlette." Klaus commented on my slight objection to Bonnie. "This is why I brought you here, Scarlette. To use you, my own blood as a weapon. You're the only precious thing I have and I need you to be strong."
His moving words didn't make me look at him any differently, "I'm only precious to you because you can use me to take out Marcel. If I weren't here, you'd be worthless. I'm nothing to you, so don't even try and put things in my head." I hissed at him.
He stared at me hard for a very long time, I didn't know what was going through his mind but I did know he didn't give a damn about me or what I do or say. As long as I'm alive and Bonnie can do the spell on me, I'm not his precious daughter.
"I'm done playing nice, Scarlette." His sudden voice made me jump. He griped onto my arm and gasped feeling the bone in my arm slowly begin to break. "You mean not a penny to me, stop acting like I can't kill you, because guess what; I can tear you limb from limb."
"No, you really can't. If you kill me, guess what." I fake gasped trying to hide my pain. "You'll be giving up New Orleans if you do, I am you're key to greatness, Klaus. If you wanted me dead, I'd be dead." I tested my limits, I honestly wasn't scared of Klaus one bit. He was my father, although he may have not acted like he cared, I knew he did. I was a Mikaelson.. I knew how their minds worked. They'd act like nothing mattered, like they didn't give a damn about anything or anyone, but once something tragic happened to them, they'd break. Sure I was standing on edge as I spoke this way to Klaus but I wasn't scared for him to push me off the edge. I would have gladly fell than have had him use me as I weapon by my own father.
His grip loosened on my arm and I pulled it back, I twisted it slightly snapping the bones back into place so they could heal. I kept my eyes on him then I turned my attention back to Bonnie who was watching us closely.
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Scarlet Line (Vampire Diaries Fanfic)
FanficA thousand years – Left, alone. I guess my father didn't bother to look back at the women he once loved. My father, Niklaus Mikaelson. My mother, well, she's history. My name is Scarlotte Rose Mikaelson. And I left to hunt down the man I call my fat...