Playing House with the Enemy

Punishment

I cowered away from him but before I could even comprehend what was happening I was thrown into a dark room. A basement maybe? The small light hanging on the ceiling. My guess was confirmed. I felt eyes on me and shuddered. And I realised I wasn't alone. Klaus stood there menacingly staring at me like I was just a piece of meat.

"I'll go easy on you seeing as it is only natural instinct to run when you're captured," he spoke as though he thought I should be grateful for his mercy. Fat chance. He walked towards the far wall, which I now became aware that were all sorts of whips, brass knuckles, chains and all kinds of sharp objects. There were chains hanging from the ceiling. It was like one of the old torture chambers that I'd learnt about in History.

I was terrified but I quickly went to hide it. "What is all this stuff? Is this a kink Klaus? Is this something to do with your daddy issues?" I asked with fake innocence with a slight wink. I knew I was just encouraging him but I couldn't help myself.

He flashed to be right in front of me. He had a murderous look in his eyes that I'd only seen a couple times and it was the scariest thing I'd seen. He raised his hand and I thought he was going to hit me but instead he grabbed both my wrists and brought them up above my head. I attempted to pull them from his grasp but it was in vain. Within a second he had my arms chained above my head and I was raised slightly from the ground. "Ouch!" I couldn't help but let out a whimper as the cuffs dug into my skin.

I noticed he had a satisfied smirk on his face. "Oh my little sweet doppelganger that is the least of your worries," he said with fake sweetness as he stroked my face. I recoiled in disgust and spat at him. He looked at me disgusted and wiped the spit from his face with his sleeve. And he raised his hand once again and struck me across my face. My face snapped to the side and I felt tears spring in my eyes. I refuse to let them fall. I spat the blood that had gathered in my mouth and spat it onto the floor.

I looked him straight in the eye. He had a satisfied look all over his face as I felt something warm on my cheek. Blood I was guessing because I saw the veins under his eyes make a slight appearance before almost immediately disappearing. "Is that the worse you've got?" I regretted the words immediately as I saw a Cheshire grin graced his face.

"Oh of course not little doppelganger." I gritted my teeth at the nickname. Did no one know my name? Or was I just an object to everyone? Klaus noticed the gesture and somehow his smile widened. "As I said I'll be lenient this time but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself a little," he spoke as he turned to look at the wall of horrors. He looked as though he were contemplating for a moment till I heard him mutter an "ah ha." He picked up one of the knives and turned back to look at me.

He approached me slowly, predatorily. I retract my statement from earlier. This is the scariest thing I'd ever experienced. Ad he neared I squeezed my eyes shut ready for the blow to come. But I hung there for a minute and it never came. I felt the cold hit my skin and goosebumps appeared in its wake. I snapped my eyes open and my tops had been cut down the middle, my bare stomach and bra clad breasts were subject to his hungry gaze. I felt my nipples harden and I mentally scolded myself.

I closed my eyes again not wanting to see as he takes in my bare appearance. I tried to imagine myself somewhere else but then I felt the coolness on the blade upon my bare stomach and I screamed in pain as he pressed it further and dragged causing what I imagined would be a deep cut. He repeated the action a couple times before a voice sounded from behind him.

"Niklaus that is enough!" The unfamiliar voice boomed and echoed through the cold dark basement. I opened my eyes to see a male figure standing at the top of the stairs Klaus had taken me down. I couldn't see their face because the light behind him blinded me. I found myself attempting to cower away but it only caused the shackles to dig in deeper and draw more blood.

"Oh don't be a spoiled sport Finn. We were only having some fun, right Elena?" He looked at me daring me to say no. I just nodded silently, staring at the floor, afraid he'd hurt me more. "See brother. Anyway I have better things to do so you can see that she is cleaned up and ready for dinner later on this evening.

I heard footsteps moving away from me and towards the steps and then the two brother conversing quietly. I looked up as I heard someone descending the stairs and the man, Finn, was coming towards me. I felt terrified and vulnerable. A whimper escaped my chapped lips.

"Hush child, I'll take care of you," he whispered as he moved closer slowly as though he were approaching a scared animal. He undid the shackles and I was ready to hit the floor but the blow never came, instead I felt two arms wrapped around me. I looked up and saw that Finn was holding me bridal style. He began walking me back upstairs and I hid my face in his chest scared that Klaus would be up there. "Don't worry he won't hurt you," he was reassuring me but I still didn't relax. I heard him whisper, "Oh what has he done to you." Then I slipped into unconsciousness.

Finn POV

I looked down at the young girl in my arms, Elena I'd heard my brothers call her, she was so young and I hated that she had to go through such a painful ordeal. Her top was in shreds and blood marred all the skin that I could see. I took her to her room and contemplated what to do with her. I was torn. I didn't want to leave her coated in blood and in wrecked clothing but I didn't want her to feel as though she had no dignity left. I decided to wash the already drying blood from the skin I could see and then leave her to rest.

I grabbed a bowl, filled with warm water, and a cloth from the adjoining bathroom and began washing the matted blood from her body. Her body felt cold and she'd gone pale from the blood loss. How could his brother be so cruel to such a beautiful creature? She whimpered slightly whenever I'd touch one of the many cuts Niklaus had made on her perfect soft skin. I had an inner argument with myself and then made up my mind. I bit my wrist and allowed some drops of my blood to escape and enter her mouth through her parted lips. She needed my blood to heal. I was satisfied when I saw her swallow and I reluctantly left the room. I would visit her in the morning to asses her condition. I shut the door and turned around to go to my room when Elijah stopped me.

"What are your intentions with the lovely Elena," he stared at me with narrowed eyes. I found myself getting defensive. Why did he care?

"I was just caring for her after Niklaus made a mess of her," I shrugged. He stared at me for a moment as though he was considering my words and finally reluctantly nodded. I walked past him and into my room which was opposite Elena's. I sat on the bed and considered my brothers words. What are my intention with her? Why did I want to stay and make sure she was okay? I dreamt that night of the angel named Elena.

Elijah POV

I really cared for the sweet Elena but why did I find myself jealous of Finn? Elena and I were known to one another and we usually had a mutual understanding, but I felt something I hadn't felt in hundreds of years and I wouldn't let it get the better of me know. That night the face of all the doppelgangers haunted me.

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