Hurtful Kind of Fire ➷K. M

Better If I was Dead

 "Zdravei, love." Klaus....

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My eyes opened, I was back in the forest. The air felt lighter, and almost sweeter. Looking to my right, I was greeted by Klaus. He stood with his hands behind his back, He wore the same outfit from the last time I was here. Sided from his leather jacket missing, he looked magnificent.

"Pourquoi tu m'envoies toujours ici?" I spoke in an entirely different language than he did. Judging how he spoke, it must have been Bulgarian he was speaking. Much to my surprise he responded back in french,

"Je vous demanderais la même chose." he looked at me with a small smirk. "But I see you're just as bewildered as I." he finished in english. He takes a step toward me, and I follow suit, taking a step back. He paused, seeing this, before he sighed, looking down. "What wrong, love?" he asks, looking up at me, with his head down.

"Are you scared?" I frowned, not responding right away.

"No." I said plainly, "I'm not, I just don't want you getting any closer." I say truthfully. "The last time you did, you attacked me."

"And for that, you have my deepest apologies." he apologies to me. I sense he was sincere. "I wasn't in the right mind, and I wrongfully blamed you." I let out a shallow breathe, as he took another cautious step. This time I stood there, watching him, as he moved closer.

"You're forgiven." I whispered, when he stood right in front of me. Turning away from me, he walked around me, and away. Only stopping only when he notices I didn't follow him.

"Follow me, love." he says, before continuing on walking into the woods. Sighing, I shook my head, and reluctantly followed.

~*~

When I awoke, I wasn't in the cell. Instead, I was in a silk bed, with covers over me. I felt, warm yet cool. The room was at perfect temperature. I felt my way through the sheets with my hands, until I could prop myself up with them. Rolling my neck, I tilted my head towards the door, that opened, revealing Damon's brother, Stefan.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, pretending to pout, "Feeling bad for little old me?" he smiled slightly, before walking forward, and sitting at the edge of the bed.

"You can say that..." he starts to say, handing me the cup that was filled with a yellow liquid. Cringing slightly at the smell, I place the cup on the nightstand that sat near the bed. He frowned at me for a second, before looking away, hoping I didn't notice. "You didn't deserve to be down there." he said honestly. Looking down at my sheet covered lap, I said nothing.

"Damon had no right to throw you down there, and starve you." he continued, and I slowly nod. He paused for a while, looking at me, as if he was searching for something. Sighing, he stood back up and said before leaving, "Drink to keep your strength up. The smell may not be pleasing but it'll protect you.." he shut the door, leaving me perplexed, wondering what he meant by protecting me. But it didn't matter, I was dehydrated and it seemed to be the only thing that was a liquid in the room. Picking up, the glass cup, I sucked in a breath, before tipping my head back, bringing the cup to my lips, and drinking. The taste was bitter, nearly causing me to gag at the bittersweet substance. It was horrible and a part of me wondered why he would give me such a thing.

After drinking that foul, acrid excuse of a beverage, I found that I was hungry. Not surprising considering I was locked in a cell for 22 hours. I could hear commotion, but I was too hungry to listen in to what it was about. Somehow, I don't ́t know what brought it upon me, (maybe my hunger) my senses heightened allowing me to smell, see and hear everything. I could hear what I thought sounded like Katherine speaking.