Broken Survivor ▹ Klaus Mikaelson [o.h]

TWO

"Well, well, well. Look at the traitor. You brought them here, didn't you?" Father asked, furious. Everyone was silent. They all knew, when Christopher Hill was mad, there was nothing stopping him. Not even our alpha, Alexander Green. 

l didn't answer my father, and kept looking at the ground. "Didn't you?!" Father yelled. Or should l say 'Father'. l still kept silent, afraid for my life. He would probably kill me, in front of everyone. Father never liked vampires, or the originals. He thinks their abominations. But so are werewolves. To trigger the curse, we have to kill people just like vampires. So, l seriously don't get it. How did the hatred even start? As far as l know, vampires and werewolves have always hated each other.

Father, apparently not liking me staying silent, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into him. Making the cut they did to me, hurt, a lot. Father laughed in my ear and suddenly, there was a pain going through my stomach. l screamed in pain and agony. I glanced down, and saw a piece of wood, kinda like a stake, through my stomach, dipped in wolfs-bane. Great, another injury, if it doesn't kill me this time.

Father let me drop to the ground, looking at me disgusted. "You should've died when she died" He snarled. I knew by 'she' he meant my mother. I was about to look up at my 'father', and when l did. He wasn't there. 

Instead he was pinned against the tree, a hand in his chest, ready to pull his heart out. That vampire was Stefan. I wasn't going to stop Stefan. I didn't care for my father, haven't in a long time.

"Learn how to treat a lady, will ya? You probably won't, since this is, your last day" I heard Stefan growl at Christopher. Christopher tried to take a bite at Stefan's neck, trying to kill him. Everyone knows a werewolf bite kills a vampire.

I was to distracted at the scene in front of me, l didn't even notice Klaus in front of me, trying to take the stake out. I knew l was dieing. It was to many wounds and a werewolf could only take too much. I looked around, and saw everyone looking at Stefan in shock, as he killed everyone in my old pack. Everyone dead, on the floor. Either heartless, or headless. 

I started to see black dops over my vision. "No, no, no" I heard Klaus mumble, before something was pressed against my lips. Blood was pouring down my throat. And it wasn't mine. I knew it wasn't mine. Part of the torture this pack has done to me, is take out a cup full of my blood, and make me drink it. If l didn't they would stab me, kick me, punch me, and sometimes break some bones.

I was soon drawed into the darkness, and l couldn't stop it.

+

"Is she even going to wake up?"

"I don't know. l fed her my blood, she should wake up soon"

"Is she going to be like the rest of them?"

"I don't know"

I heard the familiar two voices of Stefan and Klaus. I quickly shot up, sitting down on what seemed like a bed, gasping. 

"What happened?" I asked, the two, after a few seconds of silence. 

"You died." Stefan said, simply. "What?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "You should be in transition to become a hybrid, love" Klaus said, placing a hand on my shoulder. My right shoulder, the one that was injured. I flinched, still feeling the pain of the unhealed shoulder. 

Klaus' eyebrows furrowed, as he stared at me, concentrating. His eyes grew darker every second. "What did they do to you before we got there?" He commanded. Not asked like last time, like literally, commanded. 

"T-They u-used to t-torture me" I said, quietly, stuttering.

"Show me" Klaus commanded again. I didn't want to, but l felt the need it get it out of the way. I felt like he was going to bug me about it until it healed.

I lifted my shirt up, stopping when it almost went past my bra. Klaus and Stefan's eyes widen a little, Stefan more than Klaus'. But they were both really worried. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" Stefan asked, finally speaking directly to me. "It's kinda embarrasing. Being abused my you're own father. My own blood" I mumbled the last part, but they still got it. 

"Stefan go get her a blood bag from the car" Klaus ordered him, and Stefan did as told.

When Stefan exited the door, Klaus signed, and turned to me. "I know how it feels"

"You do?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. "When l was still human, my father also abused me. He wasn't my real father, and that's why he did it. He thought l was an embarresment to the Mikaelson Family, so he shunned me out" Klaus paused.

"So, when we turned into vampires, he hunted all of us down. Me and my siblings. He hunted us down for centuries, but l stopped him. Just like Stefan stopped your father" Klaus said, staring into my eyes. I never knew someone could have such a beautiful color of eyes. 

"Thank you, love. I didn't know you liked my eyes that much" Klaus teased, smirking. Oh my god!! Can he read minds?

"No, you're saying everything outloud, sweetheart" Klaus said, amused, but still smirking. I felt a slight blush coming up to my cheeks.

"So, what's you're real name?" I asked. Klaus furrowed his eyebrows, "My full name? It's Klaus" He said, still confused. 

"Klaus? That's not you're full name. It can't be. No offense or anything, but that's not exactly the name a mother names a child" I argued, smiling. This is the real smile I've given in years.

He sighed, "It's Niklaus Mikaelson, love" He confessed. I thought of a nickname. 

"Nik." I said, and his smirk dropped. I instantly got scared. Did l do something wrong? "I can call you that, right?" I asked, quietly.

"Of course you can. As long as l get to call you..." He trailed off, thinking. "Belle" He finished, smiling. Not a smirk, a real smile. "That's my middle name, though" I said, confused. 

"Doesn't matter" He said, smiling widely. Why is he acting so nice towards me?