My wings

What Klaus want, he gets, right?

I was hoping not to wake up to what had previously happened, but I was overloaded with many emotions. From fear to confidence, hate to love and revenge to mercy, and that was my downfall, because the men waiting for me to wake up, have only one emotion. Hatred.

When I finally did wake up, it wasn't with anyone around me, I was alone it appeared. I scanned the room, as fair as my neck could turn, without injuring my wings more than they already were. I finally spotted someone, but I don't think he knew I was awake. He was at the far end of the grill, playing pool with himself. He was actually quite good at it, unlike me. One gesture revealed to me that someone had covered my wings, they weren't noticable, but who ever had done so they did a poor job, I was in a decent amount of pain because of my wings.

"Sorry for my brother's rude behavior," he said, looking up at me. He then continued, enjoying being alone and playing pool.

"Where am I?" 

"I'm sorry, at the moment I cannot tell you" he said politely. As he looked down at the drink he recently had been drinking, he must have been thinking of something, he looked pained.

"They killed him," I said trying not to cry.

"Who did my brother kill this time?" he said calmly as he continued looking at the drink in the fancy glass.

"Dean," I mumbled. He stopped look at his drink, looked at me surprised. He started to walk towards me, he had a confident stride. When he finally reached me, he stood about five feet away from me. He looked at me curiously, but almost as if he understood me.

"Winchester?" he asked me, not in awe, but just curiousity.

"Yeah," this time when I said this, my wings became very uncomfortable and very painful.

"I have heard of him," he said calmly, "is something bothering you?"  he asked again with sincerity.

I hesitated, rotated my shoulders, then said, "I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

I raised one eyebrow up at him, he smiled, then turned around, keeping his hand in his pocket at all times.

He turned back around toward me then said, "dear, what it is?"

"I'm fine," I said, but as I said so I coughed up some blood, he looked unamused.

"Explain that than."

"Umm..." I started but I couldn't find a way to explain it without putting myself in more danger, than I was.

"Did my brother do something to you?" he said as he rubbed his chin.

"Not much," I said as the blood dripped down my chin, staining my white button up. "Did your brother tell you?"

"He told me you made a mistake, of letting him live," he said as he looked disappointed.

"I gave him mercy, that is what an ang...." I stopped myself before I could reveal y secret. He looked over at me, both confused and curious.

"What did you say you were?"

"Nothing," I looked down at my feet. When I looked up, I then realized he was much closer than he previously was. He tipped y chair back, he looked very angry, his veins under his eyes were black. I prepared myself for the worst, so I closed my eyes.

"Aww, Elijah stop tormenting our guest," the familiar voice said, friendly. I felt a warm hand gently lift my chin up. I opened my eyes to find the painter looking down at me, when he saw my eyes he smiled, an evil grin.

"Klaus, she won't tell me what she is," Elijah complained.

"She is an...."

"Please stop!" I interupted Klaus. They both looked at me, then I realized I had to make up my mind if I should tell them or not.