awake {Klaus Mikaelson}

twenty five // broken tether

~ Save you - Matthew Perryman Jones ~

Hello lovely readers, the time has come. This is the second last chapter of this book. Crazy isn't it?

I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I don't know if you guys know this or have figured this out, but I very much dislike Elena. And by very much dislike, I mean hate with a burning passion. I mean, I love Delena as much as the next person. But Elena, my god I hate that girl.

ANYWAY, I loved writing this chapter because I got to throw a lot of shit at Elena through Faith. Hopefully you guys can understand where I'm coming from throughout the chapter.

Love you all, hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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I can't breathe.

A single breath cannot be drawn into my lungs.

It almost feels like I'm trapped in the curse placed on me not so long ago, all over again.

Only this time, I don't have a tether to hold onto.

I don't have Niklaus.

And that is precisely the problem.

My fingers grasp onto Damon's shirt, the tears never stopping.

He touches my back in an attempt to comfort me in some way, and I have no energy to fight his touch.

And just like that, I snap.

My depressed state is replaced with a rage I've never felt before. A rage I never thought I was capable of feeling.

"What happened?!" I yell, punching hard into his chest. My punch pushing him away from me, just enough for me to bash my fists into his chest, again and again. "You were supposed to take down Alaric, what the hell happened?!"

"Klaus took Elena" He answers, like it's the most simple and reasonable answer in the world.

My teeth grit harshly, pushing him back further so I can no longer touch him. I can barely look at him.

"I don't care about precious Elena!" I scream with fury, my head snapping towards Elena on the other side of her living room. She looks frightened and honestly, I'm glad.

With my rage clouding my judgement, my arm rises. My hand opens, and I can instantly feel her breath in my palm. And just like that, I slowly start to pull my fingers into a fist.

Her hands reach up and grasp at her neck, the sound of her struggle for breath filling my ears.

Stefan and Damon run to her side as her knees begin to give out.

"Faith stop!" Caroline yells, before she charges at me.

My other hand rises and flings her back into a wall of the living room. Next thing I know, Tyler is doing the same thing. I fling him back and he is pushed right into Caroline, keeping her down.

Jeremy pulls out a crossbow from god knows where, my hand instantly moving towards him and pointing the arrows he fires at the roof.

"Alaric wants to kill the entire original family" I spit, my eyes travelling to all of those in the room. "Which means the entire vampire race is at stake, including most of you."

I take a step towards Elena, Damon and Stefan still coddling her. My fist opens slightly, just enough for her to get a quick breath.

"And you think, your precious, selfish, manipulative, two timing Elena, is more important?!"