BORN TO DIE, stefan salvatore [1]

37 - KLAUS

BORN TO DIE
KLAUS

MADELEINE'S BRAIN FELT FUZZY. It felt like TV static and her ears rang. Madeleine felt upright which was peculiar since she remembered collapsing. Somebody had moved her. They placed her in an armed metal chair and her arms were tied to the arm rests with rope. Madeleine groaned when she regained consciousness. Opening her eyes did not help because the room was almost complete darkness anyway. Light emitted from the hallway of the open door of her prison. The room was completely bare aside from the chair she sat on. She wriggled and released her ankles were also bound to the metal.

A small cacophony of voices was heard from her cell which resembled an abandoned warehouse she'd seen on CSI. Madeleine tried to listen to the voices. She couldn't detect any coherent words but she could tell they were arguing. The conversation ended with a growl and then stomps grew louder towards the cell.

A woman entered her cell, surprised that Madeleine was awake. Madeleine had no idea who she was. She'd never seen her before. She was quite tall and muscular. She also had long, dirty blonde, shoulder length hair.

The woman crossed her arms over her chest. She chuckled cruelly. "You seem comfortable."

"Well this is now the third time I've been kidnapped so colour me un-surprised." Madeleine chided sourly.

"Do you really think somebody in your position should be making jokes?"

The witch chuckled with a shake of her head. "I'm not joking."

Madeleine shifted in her ties. "So are you gonna tell me who you are or are we gonna play Reservoir Dogs all night?"

The woman laughed in surprise. She lifted a chair from outside the door and placed it in front of the blonde. The woman straddled the backwards chair and crossed her arms over the back. "You've got quite a tongue on you. Are you sure you're my sister's daughter?"

Madeleine's back straightened. A new type of fear settled in her stomach. "You're...?"

"Family, sweetheart." The woman said with a wicked smile. "I guess you can call me Auntie Helene."

"Did Theo sell me out to you? What did you promise him?"

Helene cackled. "Sold? Sweetie, he didn't have to. My son does whatever I tell him to. He knows just how dangerous you are."

"I'm not dangerous." Madeleine growled.

"You can fight it all you want but you have a destiny and so do I."

"You've murdered children."

"I saved my family." Helene insisted, standing up. "What would you have I do? Let them live? Give them time to grow in power so that when the inevitable happens, more people die? It is a lesser evil."

Madeleine couldn't believe that somebody could actually justify murdering babies. She spat, "You're deluded." 

Helene laughed. How could she laugh? Madeleine knew the stories about her family. She had been told that they were dangerous, insane. But she hoped they were different. That there was a story or a reason. But they honestly believed they were doing good. Madeleine understood them, yes, but she didn't condone it. Maybe if they gave her a chance, if they gave every other cursed child a chance, maybe they could've worked together to find a cure. But the Grimaldi's gave up and they fell into fear, into evil.