Salvatore

What the......

Hannah's  PoV
I felt so uncomfortable, I didn't know where I was but it sure wasn't my lovely bed. I slowly pried my eyes open to find I was laying on the back seat of a car. "What the....." I was cut off. "Do not finish that sentence." My head snapped towards the voice to find klaus looking backs me through the drivers mirror (can't remember the proper name you get what mean) and Stefan looking annoyed in sitting silently in the passenger seat. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. "Calm down love just a little holiday" he told me smugly holding in a mischievous laugh. "Stefan" I was started to worry when he didn't answer. "He's a bit out a sorts Hannah. I suggest you leave him be." Klaus warned me. He obviously saw my confused "Let's just say Stefan has a little bit of a drinking problem. And is trying very hard to to rip you throat out." What!!!!! Now I full on panicked. "Tsk tsk tsk. Better slow your heart can hear it loud and clear. What about you Stefan?" I stopped trying to open the door and looked at Stefan. His face was fully vamped out his nails digging into his seat. I tried to slow my breathing, Stefan would never forgive himself if he hurt me. "Klaus....... why am I here." I paused taking a breath. "I'm clearly not safe with either of you." God I'm gonna die. "Oh don't worry sweetheart I'll protect you from the ripper." I didn't even want to know what it meant. "Yeah who will protect me from you." I mumbled, sitting back in my seat. Klaus clearly heard me and smirked. This is gonna be a long ride.

We stopped a few times along the way, for food and toilet breaks. For me anyway. I believe we were somewhere in California but not sure where. I'm not to be trusted apparently. Klaus and Stefan are gone into a house to try and get information about werewolves or something. But I had to stay in the car probably because they were gonna kill someone. Klaus opened the drivers side door and I heard the screams, of some innocent people. A single turn slipped down my left check as I thought about it. Klaus looked back at me so I quickly wiped away the tear, hoping he didn't see. I could still feel him staring at me so I looked up and met his deep blue eyes. I saw a hint of almost guilt, before he turned back eyes glued to the road. Soon Stefan came back looking horrible, forced to kill yet more innocent people. And now back on the rode in this so called holiday. More like holiday in hell.