My head was pounding as I fought to stay conscious. My entire body was one big ball of pain. The bites covering my neck and chest were growing, as the venom spread. I'd been down here for a few hours and now with every breath I took I felt weaker. I laid on the cold concrete floor of my new prison, my back was propped up against the ancient wall, the chains that wrapped around me hung overhead.
I stared straight ahead into the dark nothingness. I felt essentially emotionless. Yes, I was in horrific pain and was basically going to die at any moment, but it didn't register. I was too wrapped up in my endless thoughts of how I'd just murdered 15 people.
But the thing was, I felt no remorse. I would do it again without a seconds hesitation. I craved the feeling of taking a life, of sucking the blood from arteries and slowly hearing a heartbeat slow to a stop. I was made to kill, trained to kill. It was my only purpose and now these damn Mikaelson brothers had chained me up again just as I'd regained my freedom.
Anger lit through me as I thought of Klaus and Elijah. I kept replaying the moment when they'd found me in the meadow taking my last two victims. They both had so much anger in their features, they were disgusted with what I'd done. I remembered the feeling of Klaus's fangs ripping into me and the pain I felt as his venom ran through me veins.
I absent mindedly ran my hands up to my neck, gently touching the still open wounds. I remembered how Elijah's large hands had gripped my head before he'd snapped my neck. I wanted him dead just as much as I wanted his brother dead.
A sharp pain shot through my chest then, making me cry out and clench my heart. I would be gone any moment now.
I'm not scared of dying. I'd rather die angry and full of rage then as some pathetic domesticated hybrid. I refused to go out without a fight, and if death was the answer to my stubbornness, so be it.
A noise at the top of my stairs grabbed my attention. Heavy footsteps began descending down the old stairs. Someone must of been coming to see if I'd died yet. Or if I'd decided to surrender my hatred and allow them to make me a good little innocent hybrid again.
A whoosh of air came down the stairs, carrying the scent of my visitor with them. I knew who it was the instant I smelled him.
I used my last ounce of strength to push myself into a semi-standing position. I leaned almost entirely onto the wall but at least this way I was not completely in a submitting state. Pain shot through me and my legs shook, begging for me to relieve them but I refused to sit back down. I would not look weak in front of this asshole.
The footsteps stopped as the man made it to the bottom of the stairs. There, in his signature black jeans, and thermal, stood Klaus. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a sarcastic smirk sat on his lips. He leaned his shoulder against the tall stone wall as he looked me up and down.
"Well don't you look wonderful.."
I could taste the sarcasm in his words. I knew he was right though, I was a wreck. I was covered in dried blood from head to toe, and now because of the bites worsening, fresh blood was taking over my chest and upper body. I was also muddy and my hair was caked with dirt, I looked horrible but I honestly did not care about my appearance at the moment.
Instead of answering him I called upon my stored up anger and let out a low growl at him, allowing my fangs to show. The slight effort to do that was almost too much for my weak body. I felt dizzy immediately and had to steady myself by grabbing the wall.
I leaned my forehead against the cold stone as I took a deep breath, trying to get myself under control. The floor beneath me felt like it was rolling up and down. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed before turning back to Klaus.
His expression had softened only slightly. His smirk still sat prominently on his mouth but just the smallest amount of concern now showed as well.
"Feeling a little worse for ware?" He asked in a dark tone, not taking his eyes off of me.
I rolled my eyes at his comment. He was such an ass. I really wish I could rip his throat out.
"Fuck you.." I managed to mutter at him in a shaky voice. The trembling in my legs was getting worse and my entire body was beginning to shut down.
"Now is that any way to treat me? The only one who could save your sad little life? It seems you should mind your tongue, little hybrid."
"I'm not going to beg if that's what you want." I spat at him, "I'd rather die now then have to deal with your pathetic bullshit again."
He took an aggressive step forward his eyes wild with rage. I would have felt scared if I wasn't so damn tired. I didn't even have the energy to have proper emotions.
Klaus stopped a foot in front of me, within reaching distance I noticed. I looked up at him with a glare then used my absolute last ounce of strength to throw myself at him. I wanted to get in at least one good bite but my shaky legs and scattered vision made my attempt sloppy. He easily blocked me and sent me flying to the floor.
I hit the concrete floor hard, hearing a dark crack as my head hit. I let out a cry. I definitely felt that. My skull had cracked slightly with his hard push making everything instantly go blurry. The world seemed to spin around me.
"Arista," Klaus said from somewhere above me. I couldn't quite locate his face, my mind was still fuzzy from the hit.
With a groan I forced my sight to focus and I turned my head to the side, feeling blood trickle out. I would be gone in minutes. I could feel a broken piece of bone had pierced my brain, causing internal bleeding. A definite killer.
"Don't save me." I said, looking directly into Klaus's eyes with a death glare. He was kneeled beside me and had a hand placed on my shoulder, he was getting ready to answer when my body started to convulse. Everything went scattered and then for what seemed like the thousandth time in my short life, I went spiraling into darkness.
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The Other Hybrid [A TVD & Originals Fanfic]
FanfictionImprisonment, murder, and kidnapping. Blood, fear, and chains. Eighteen year old Arista Siifter's life will never be the same when a hybrid by the name of Klaus frees her from her 10 year imprisonment, only to hold her captive himself at his home...