Bloodlust → Stefan Salvatore [1]

Rose

     I open my eyes after the motion I've been feeling for the past few hours comes to a stop. I realize that I'm still in my suit from the Masquerade. I looks up to see Grayson at the wheel. He opens the door and jumps out. He shuts the door behind him, and I quickly jump at the opportunity to run. I open the door and run in the opposite direction, but I'm stopped by a man who appears out of nowhere. The man looks me up and down and then grabs my arm. He walks me back over to Grayson.

     "Here's a tip, don't let your prisoner escape next time." Grayson can't make eye contact with me, he actually makes a huge effort to avoid my eyes. "So, I'll be going then." The man starts bringing me towards the trunk of his car.

     "Wait." I look back at Grayson, he takes a deep breath. "Can I have a moment with him." The man stares at him, silent. "Please." He drops me on the ground right in front of Grayson.

     "Five minutes." The man gets in the drivers seat of the car. Grayson helps me up.

     "What the hell are you doing, Grayson?" Grayson rubs my arms.

     "You're more important than you think, Grayson. I knew that from the second I laid eyes on you. Klaus was telling the truth."

     "Klaus? You mean the man you are "running" from?"

     "Yes, Klaus Mikaelson. He's one of the original vampires." I feel my heart drop.

     "Gray... what's going to happen to me?" Grayson bites his lip.

     "I don't know, Blake. But I made a deal, if I gave you over to Klaus, than I could be free again." 

     "Gray..."

     "After today, you're never going to see me again." He nods. "I'm sorry, for everything I did to you. And I-- I just..." I hug Grayson. 

     "I understand, Gray." I pull back. "Goodbye." I turn and begin to walk towards the car, but Grayson grabs my wrist and pulls me back. Next thing I know, I feel his lips press against mine. The kiss is familiar, but sweet. He pulls back and steps away. I hear the man get back out of his car. He walks over to me.

     "Ready?" I sigh, as I turn around and walk towards him. I hear Gray's car door shut, and the car start. The man grabs me tight, and holds me still. He puts his hand over my face, and I feel the cloth against my mouth and nose. Then, everything is dark.

     I wake up on the floor in an empty, gross room. I hear talking from another room. I stand up, but fall against the wall for support. I catch a glimpse of a bite on my wrist. Who fed on me? I begin to walk out of the room. I come to a staircase, I look down to see Elena on a couch, unconscious. The voices get louder, I go towards them. 

     "So you called him?" A man's voice asks.

     "No. I called one of his contacts." A woman's voice responds. She's British. "You know how this works."

     "Did you or did you not get the message to Elijah?" 

     "They say he got it."