Ink

Chapter 45

As Klaus sat in his cell, his mind wondered back to the time where he and Mephistor had first become friends. Before the virus had tore them apart, they had shared so much together.

The memories carried bliss and pain.

How unfortunate this circumstance was. Klaus couldn't even feel resentment towards his friend anymore. He knew that whatever had control of him was behind this, not the man he once knew.

Mephistor would have never wished this ill treatment on him. He knew that for sure. Their friendship ran thicker than blood—or, it did.

Indeed, life before the virus had been an average mans dream. Klaus has grown up with a best friend, a family, and got one of the best jobs in the kingdom. How the tables had turned.

Within the span of a year he had fallen into a complete state of fascination with a girl who shared the burden of his gift and lost nearly everything to protect her.

Alliana

What a strange woman she was indeed. Someone that had managed to paint him in vibrant colors where the world had left him grey. There was nothing he wouldn't do to know whether or not she was safe.

He knew if anyone was going to save him from this madness, it would be her.

It was hard for him to explain the feelings that he had for her. Even though the two hadn't known each other for that long, he knew he would do anything—be anything for her. What a strange feeling that was. For the first time, Klaus felt as though he had something to protect. He wasn't sure how this was going to end, but, he knew that he was going to everything in his power to save the one he—perhaps now was not the proper time to confess such a strong word.

It was thoughts of her that took his pain away, even if only for the briefest of moments. He ravished those thoughts, for the pain only subsided once in a while to let him enjoy them.

He closed his eyes, and leaned back against the wall. With a large exhale, he groaned in discomfort. Most of his ribs were either cracked or completely broken, making it quite hard to breathe.

Behind his eye lids, he saw only a dark abyss. The same one he sometimes wished would just take him away from the suffering and give him peace. Those were his weakest moments, however, and he preferred not to think of them during his blissful escapes. It was hard at times to keep the lingering angel of death away as he faded into darkness, but he always managed to pull himself out in time. He supposed he had the sweet thoughts Alliana to thank for that too.

He wondered if he would ever thank her in person. The thought brought a smile to his face. She would undoubtably be confused. He could imagine on if her dark brows raising in question before giving him a friendly smile.

The things he would do to her if he could escape this prison. Those thoughts brought him to a place he was a little to eager to venture in to. Most times he had to tackle his own mind for control. It was so tempting—the image of his fangs in her neck, marking her as his own. Maybe then she'd beg him to claim her. He would be ready at a moments notice to—

Control

His eyes open and squint at the harsh lighting.

"Dammit." He whispered, almost losing control again.

Before leaning back again to try and capture an image of Alliana, Klaus hears a familiar voice. 

"Impossible." He attempts to prop himself up and gain a better view.

The voice gets closer.

How do we get out of here?

I haven't the slightest clue.

James Nixon and—Dimitri?

He knew he had to get their attention before they left him down here to be subjected to the beasts punishments.

"Help!" He cries out. His body cries out in pain but he persists anyway. "Help! In here!"

Did you hear that?

I think it came from one of these cells.

"Help! Please!" Klaus is stopped abruptly when black spots begin to cloud his vision.

Out of pure desperation, he begins to crawl towards the door. With every movement, his eyes become heavier and he moves a little slower.

"Please." He whispers out strained. "Don't leave me here."

It's coming from this one! Klaus here's a voice from the other side.

With one hand he reaches out and hits the door multiple times with attention grabbing force. He knows this is his last chance.

"Help...me-"

With a click, the door slides open to reveal the frightened faces of his saviors.

Klaus lifts his head from the floor and flashes a pained, yet charming smile at the two men before him.

"Gentlemen."

Before anyone can respond, his head hits the floor unconscious.

James and Dimitri look at each other, and then to the man passed out before them.

"How the hell are we going to drag an unconscious man out of here without getting caught?"

"Not easily." James responds. "But we have to keep moving, and leaving him isn't an option."

"We need blood-"Dimitri says. "All of us—or we won't get very far anyway."

James ponders for a moment.

"I think I may know where we can get some." He says suddenly. "On one of the upper levels, there's a wing dedicated to the treatment and purification of blood. If we can get there undetected, we can surely regain our strength."

Dimitri nods, but an unsure face settles upon him.

"James?"

"Yes?"

"What do we do after that—the blood I mean. Do we run? The king would surely find us-"

"We have to try, Dimitri. Our lives depend on our escape. There is nothing left for us here if the king wants us dead."

There's a silence between the two as they both absorb the reality of the situation before them.

Dimitri cocks his head to the side after a few moments.

"Grab a shoulder?"

James shrugs. "Grab a shoulder." He confirms.

After supporting Klaus's weight, the two groan.

"He is abnormally large, isn't he?" James asks.

"This is going to be more difficult than I thought."

With that, the two men leave the cell, and continue their search for a way out of the dungeon bathed in white.

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