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Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO: 

She was fighting back sleep as her head rested on Marcel’s shoulder. He explained to her that he could run very fast, but he thought she might get dizzy, so she hid her face in his shirt. Because of the festival, he also said, they had to be careful.

Eventually, he reached a large compound of sorts and slowed down. “We’re here.” 

Still carrying her, he walked in. The confidence he’d previously walked with fading into careful uncertainty. 

“Klaus?” Marcel bellowed, startling her. He grimaced apologetically and set her down, still holding onto her left arm. “Elijah? Come down.”

Elijah? Who’s-

In a blur of movement, a figure slammed into. In the blink of an eye, a hand roughly wrapped around her neck and pushing her into a wall. Marcel was shouting, but what he said was lost on her. The only word that stood out was Klaus.

This was Klaus? She thought with disbelief and horror. Her savior? Saviors didn’t choke people against walls for no reason. They didn’t hurt people. Klaus was supposed to help.

She struggled against him, and one extra slam into the wall had her crying out. “Let me go! I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Klaus, the bastard, smirked at her. He looked unnerving and all the bad things in the world incarnated. “Rather mean of you, don’t you think so, sweetheart?”

“Do you know her?” Marcel asked. She realized Klaus was holding him with his other hand. How powerful was he? Marcel was a grown man, with more muscles than Klaus. 

“We go way back,” Klaus drawled. “Last time we spoke, she killed my brother.”

Her eyes widened in fear. “That’s not me.”

By the arch of his eyebrows, and the amusement he displayed, he clearly didn’t believe her. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said desperately. “Please. Let go of me. You’re hurting me.”

Worst of all reactions, he still smiled. “There’s no cure, love, and you are of no use to me anymore. You deserve to die.”

She was just starting to scream in terror when Klaus was ripped away from her. Marcel was arguing with him, insisting they hear her out first. He was telling him to stop acting crazy, to look at her. She looks like she’s been punished enough.

Still trapped behind the two men, she panicked. Her breathing quickening, and a feeling of doom dawned on her. There was no perceivable future for this. Klaus was her first, last, and only hope in the world. 

But then, “Elena?”

A handsome man in a tailored black suit stood a small distance away. His clever eyes assessed the situation they were in before coming back to her.

“No,” Klaus snarled, snapping their attention to him. “You don’t fall for her tricks. Not you, Elijah. She killed Kol. She betrayed us, over and over again. She does not deserve your sympathy.”

Oh no. The blackness came back. She almost collapsed against the wall, all the pain and tiredness hitting her over the head ten times over. She was her arm was bleeding too. 

“Later, Niklaus,” This Elijah said coolly. “First, we see why she’s here. Elena?”

She shook her head. They had the wrong person. She wasn’t this Elena, who killed people’s brothers and betrayed families. 

“Elena, it’s alright,” Elijah said, trying to calm her. “We’re not going to hurt you. I promise. I won’t let Klaus hurt you.” Same way as Marcel did, he looked over her appearance and frowned. “You look like you’ve been through something, haven’t you?”