Blood, Death, and Tears

Hunted

Klaus' news about the coven being after me was surprising and alarming to Elijah but me and Klaus were oddly at ease. Elijah was worried they'd swoop in the middle of night and snatch me out of the house but I knew as long as I stayed close to the two originals there's not much they can do to me. Which brings me to why I was currently watching Klaus sketch my journal sprawled out on my lap "You should know that it's rude to stare sweetheart" he said scribbling some more in his book before looking up at me "I'm not staring, I'm reading" he chuckled sipped what I knew was blood and looked back at me "Stefan use to hate drinking that around me" I whispered more to myself than to him "Well love Stefan was afraid and ashamed of what he was I obviously am not" I cocked my head to the side musing to myself over the notion of it then went back to my reading.

"What is it" I frowned in confusion "That look you had on your face. It means you wanted to say something or at least had something to say but decided you shouldn't" I pursed my lips and thought about it "Come on then out with it" I rolled my eyes and closed my book "You try so hard to make yourself seem so at peace with being a vampire but we both know that this... this isn't the life you would've chosen for yourself" he didn't say anything just went back to drawing and sipped more of the blood from his glass. I rolled my eyes and went back to my book slightly annoyed as to how little attention he gave my assessment of him. Is this his irritating way of saying that I'm wrong "I truly find it amusing" he said a smirk on his face after 15 minutes of silence "What" I said through my gritted teeth, if there was anything I hated about him it was his arrogance. 

"How much time you seem to be spending trying to figure me out. You'll never do it love, there's a reason my brother's given up on me. You might as well stop trying and save yourself the long period of resentment that my brother seems to be stuck in over the years he's wasted trying" it was my turn to laugh slightly "Of course because Klaus Mikealson has no heart or soul so there's no use in trying to understand such a monster. Please spare me the bullshit. The entire reason you've allowed me to stay is to use me to create an army and avenge the death of your child and the mother who carried it. A monster wouldn't care what died. And don't pretend this has anything to do with some sort of power play because before I got here you had no such plans. Face it Klaus. You're no more monster than I am and that means you can be saved and I can do it" he growled a little and stood up his sketchbook flying off into the corner "I am NOT your pet Salvatores I am no boy obsessed with idea of you Petrova! Don't make the mistake of treating me like one of them" he said dangerously close for a moment my heart-rate skyrocketed I breathed out shaky breathes pushing myself into the seat I was in. 

He could hear it, my heart, his eyes traveled to my neck for a split second before he smiled a smile that put his fangs on display. He then stood grabbed his glass and walked out leaving me clutching my book to my chest with my eyes closed trying to calm myself down. He did that on purpose. He thinks just because he can scare me that that makes him the monster he and other people keep trying to make him out to be. Once I was ok again I opened my eyes scanning the room I was in. They fell on the book he was drawing in before I said what I did and he decided to be dramatic. I picked it up flipping it over to see what he was drawing. It was me staring dead at him, I was amazed because I hadn't been staring at him long how did he draw me so fast. 

I closed the book even more sure of myself there was a human inside this man and I was going to get to him. Where the determination came from to pull it out of him I don't know but it was here and I was set on it now. My thoughts were interrupted by a hand covering my mouth with a cloth, it was covered in something it smelled like trees briefly before I passed out my head hitting the ground. When I woke up I was tied to a chair and sitting in the middle of a pentangle "Who are you!?" I screamed at the person sitting across from me in the dark they didn't speak but I was turned to face a red-headed woman.

"Elena right?" I nodded and she looked me up and down examining me "I always thought the doppelgangers would be prettier. You're supposed to be so enchanting yet I find myself underwhelmed" I rolled my eyes "That's great could we maybe skip to the part where you tell me why I'm here" she stood back and smiled "Funny. All in good time, first we're gonna let your little original bodyguards know we have you if they don't already and then we can talk about why you're here so until then..." she blew more of that herbal stuff in my face and I could feel myself slipping away, it was then I had never missed Bonnie more.

When I woke up this time I was met with the eyes of many more people but the ones I locked with were of Elijah "Are you alright" he asked but my vision was blurred and my hearing was going in and out as I had not fully woken up. I tried to answer back but the cloth around my face made it come out as only indistinct sound "We're going to get you out of this don't worry love" I heard softy before I was out again but only for a second when a sharp pain in my thigh woke me up again. The red-headed bitch stabbed me and was holding the knife in front of Elijah "You'd best hurry because I'm short on patience and time Elijah get Klaus to agree and we'll give her back to you" he looked heated and begrudgingly turned to leave, but not before sparing one more look. 

I couldn't help but think of how he must be feeling with the death of the one he seemed to love so much so close and now I'm here. It was now I started to feel actual fear because whatever they wanted, Klaus was going to have to submit to in order to get me back. Klaus doesn't submit to anything, and whatever fascination he had with me wasn't worth whatever they wanted from him. I was going to die here, I was going to die alone. For the briefest moment I regretted taking the cure knowing that I wouldn't come back from the dead this time. When I died it would be permanent and the only people who would have worked to bring me back were in Mystic Falls or they were dead. I didn't want to die, that's the whole reason I took it so I could live but I knew what would happen. As I passed out again I pushed myself to make peace with today being my last. Despite how hard I fought, despite all I been through I lost and now it was over.