Klaroline: Baby sitting.

Chapter Eleven: Torture

Joseph awoke with grunts and his vision blured, though he could tell he was bounded to the wall by cold chains. With a coughs and gasps The were managed to look around the situation that he was in. Damn hybrid! Joseph yanked at the chains that bound him. With a sigh the were knew that it was hopeless. His wrists started to burn and a scream escaped the were's throat, Joseph looked at the chains and realised Wolfspain was smeared all over. Low growls were rumbling in his throat as he tried to yank the chains off again.

"ah, your awake. Good"  Joseph snapped his head towards the sound of a familiar voice. The man walked in the cell where the were was bound, he wore a grey suit with a dark blood red collar shirt, the two buttons closer to the collar was unbuttoned.

"Elijah, how good of you to visit. I was getting bored" Joseph smirked menacingly at the noble. Elijah smiled at the were's pathos as he tried to look threatening.

"Tell me, what do you want?" The nobles voice low and nearly  inaudible.

"Well now that you mention it, Silas dead, your brother of a hybrid dead, no, your hybrid brother a former shell of himself as he realised that the only light is gone." Joseph felt a pang of pain and his blood began to boil. Elijah had slapped him. Blood dribbled from down the were's chin, a menacing chuckle escaped his throat. Elijah once again slapped him. Still Joseph laughed.

"Why? Why do you want to ruin the only redemption he has. Why do you want Silas dead? Tell me!" The noble lost his control and bellowed in the mutts face. And all the reply he had gotten was still that laugh. Elijah sighed and slapped him again, slowly turning around, Elijah wanted to leave wanted to get away from the mutt until he heard his younger brother's footsteps.

"Elijah" whispered the brit. Elijah could see that Klaus was weary, too much worrying and planning. The noble could see his brother nearly loose his control. Elijah once sighed again.