Willow was travelling in the backseat of the car. Her uncle driving and her aunt on the passenger side, staring ahead.
"You know, you're twenty now Willow, maybe it's a good idea for you to learn how to drive" she turned around to face the back where Willow had put her feet up and had rested her head on the window.
"What, so Ben doesn't have to drive and you both can sit and stare at me instead?" She asked unemotionally, she was so annoyed by their constant presence. She knew she could be in danger but it doesn't give them the excuse to be with her every hour of the day. It was okay when she was growing up, children craved every drop of attention adults had but now she was twenty. It sucked.
"Im not even allowed to cross the borders of the town never mind drive a lengthy distance. There's no point to it" she shrugged in return.
"Willow, don't be like that, please" it really hurt Mary deep down when she looked at the young girl. It hurt her even more when Willow brought up how tragic her life was.
The car plunged into an awkward silence that somehow changed to a eerie atmosphere. "Ben, please help Me, say something" she urged him, nudging him slightly but he did not reply.
Instead his foot slowly pressed harder and harder on he accelerator, his gaze ever breaking from in front of him.
"Ben, slow down" Mary shook him, it was like he had gone into a trance of some sort "you're going too fast"
"Ben!" Willow leant forward and watched as he didn't even flinch as the red dial pointed to 90mph, it was a small country road, with so many twists and turns, he surely couldn't see past the bends. They could crash. "If this is to teach me a lesson, for me to stop back chatting, it's working. Slow down" her heart raced a mile a minute as her mind melted and she had no idea what to do.
Willow sat back as the grim realisation of what was to come finally set in. She stared ahead a while, her hearing replacing itself with a high pitched noise, like a dog whistle. She watched Mary scream at Ben to stop, to slow down, but she couldn't hear.
Willow clutched onto the seat and took a deep breath, her eyes holding back tears. "Mary?" She wasn't exactly screaming, but she had to speak loudly over the revving sounds.
Mary turned back to look at her, her eyes red with stress and sorrow.
"I love you" Willow nodded her head as she wanted those to be her last words "thank you for everything"
Mary shook her head. This couldn't be it, what on earth was happening to them, why was Ben in this state?
And with those words, Ben quickly turned the wheel to the side, sending the car skidding before flipping over, doing a full 360 and then finally landing on its side.
Willow's last visions was her own family lying with their eyes wide open, blood trailing from every orifice. She could feel heat, the car had begun to go up in flames. She shut her eyes one last time and hoped that this wasn't the end.
Willow woke up from her unbelievably vivid dream and found herself in the same bed, in the same room she had been entrapped in for months. She glanced down at her arm, it lay on the bed with a tube connected to her vein, taking her blood and transferring it into a glass jar. She had come to learn the procedures after a few mistakes.
The girl slid out of the bed and took the white bandages from her bedside table. Carefully, she removed the tube from her arm, peeling of the white tape and bending it so none of the excess blood on the end of the tube dropped. Everything fit perfectly in that container.
Willow then held her arm upright, slowing down the bleeding, before wrapping the bandage around her arm and taping it in place. Yes, she felt weak and she felt woozy as a lot of blood had been taken from her, but her captors had supplied her with a few biscuits afterwards to keep up her blood sugars and ensured she remained in good health.
She looked at the clock, her blood will be collected in T minutes 5 seconds. 5,4,3,2,...
A knock at the door didn't surprise her. Willow's bare feet walked over the cold, wooden floorboards as she reached the door, of course she couldn't open it, but they knocked out of courtesy. "Ready" she said, waiting for the door to open.
Tristan De Martel, the man himself stood at the door this time. He looked her up and down, Willow's skin was a sickly white colour and her eyes looked dazed. But anyway, she bent down and lifted the jar of blood, the sight almost making her want to throw up. "My blood" she gave it to him forcefully, not wanting another word to be said.
"Thank you dear" Tristan nodded "might I say,
You're looking awfully ill"
"Maybe it's the lack of sun I'm getting since I've been stuck here for months, or maybe it's the constant disappearance of my blood for your own benefits" she snapped back "I can't seem to put my finger on it"
"Now now, I almost have enough, soon your task will be over, and you'll have my utter thanks for your aid" he said "and if you had stopped your escaping tricks, maybe i would have let one of my men walk you outside"
"I'm not a dog, you can't cage me up" she shouted as soon as he had closed the door and locked it. Her hands banged on the wooden door before lowering to wriggle the door knob.
And again, she was stuck there, until a weeks time where she'd regain full health and then the cycle starts over again. If only there were another way out that wasn't through a coffin.
Skinny Love - Birdy
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Willow ↠ Elijah Mikaelson
Фанфик"And to give you the life you've always wanted, Willow, I'm going to have to let you go" Willow Matthews was a bright spark, she was well known and well looked after. That was until, she went missing. The Mikaelson's were in the midst of a battle w...
