The Broken Stag {Elijah Mikaelson}

Chapter Eleven

I continuously pull against the chains the old metal had worn my skin raw causing pebbles of red liquid bubble to the surface. I sigh looking around the room anxiety building in my chest. I intake a sharp breath pulling again biting my lip as my skin tears against the shackles. I let out a breath of relief when my wrist breaks free slamming against the wall behind me. I glance to the entrance my free fingers clawing at the other brace.

"Leaving us so soon?"

I jump glaring at the figures in the doorway. "Yeah, you know thought I'd go looking around, stretch my legs." I state sarcastically.

A woman comes forward latching my wrist in another pair of shackles. Another unhooks my other hand from the wall, pairing it with the new pair of cuffs.

"We going somewhere?" I question as the pull be forward.

"It's time to begin."

I pull against the chains only to have them pull back harder. They lead me over to another tomb, hooking the spare chain over at hook in the middle of the room hoisting my arms over my head. My eyes scan over the strange symbol on the floor surrounding me as a group gathers around. They began a weird chant, holding hands and swaying in a small circular motion. The woman who brought me in here slightly my wrist, dropping my blood onto the symbol around me. The powder hisses, bubbling as the red liquid slithers through it. She turns to the group holding the dagger high.

"Tonight will be the last night of our oppression! Tomorrow we shall take back the quarter from those blood sucking vampires!" 

"I'd hate to rain on your parade love, but that little human just so happens to belong to me." Klaus states appearing in the doorway.

I take a sharp breath as she places the blade to my throat.

"One more step and she'll belong to no one."

"I could be over there in a second, snap your neck before you even realize what's going on."

She presses the blade harder against my throat, causing a small trickle of blood to drip down. 

"Do not test me Mikaelson."

"Let me rephrase." Elijah states coming up behind Klaus. "Release her, and we will consider sparing your lives." 

She drags the blade across my throat causing my to gasp as blood falls down the front of my shirt. In an instant,  Klaus speeds forward snapping her neck. I gasped for breath as more of my blood pool down my neck. Elijah is quickly in front if me lifting my arms off the hook gently cradling me to the ground.

"I've got you." He whispers, bringing his wrist up to his mouth.

However, he stops his eyes focusing on the red liquid that coated my neck. His eyes go dark, black veins crawling up his cheeks.

"Elijah." I choked.

However he didn't hear me, his sharp vein quickly sink into the sensitive skin of my neck. 

"Elijah." I whisper, desperately trying to push him away.

Suddenly he's pulled off of my thrown into the far wall of the tomb. 

"Have you gone mad?!" Klaus shouts.