ivyrose • klaus

how hard should it be to dagger her . . .?

Left on a quiet plane, there was nothing around. No noise, no movement, just solitude. Even if she hoped for something unique to enter the wasteland of her mind, Ivy-Rose knew it would never come. Every time she closes her eyes, she would be forever pulled into the depths of her unsteady mind. 

She was caught in a raging sea, waves crashing down on her every time she took a breath. Two forces contended for her power for their own. Ever since that night, the night she cursed, her mind has never once found peace. The quiet was deafening. This silence was a prison she was forever chained to. No dreams painted her blank. No wild scenarios jumped into frame. 

She just existed. 

Could I dream? A voice so distant asked. 

Was that me? 

No answer called back. 

No, it's impossible. Your thoughts aren't your own. Your thoughts don't belong to you. 

Again, the voice spoke in the distance. Lost in the waves, Ivy-Rose couldn't bear open her eyes. If she did, the hard truth that no one was there would tear her heart. If she opened her mouth, the water would drown her seconds, not giving her a chance to speak. 

I don't belong to myself—was the only thought Ivy-Rose could dig in her mind. A reminder, a calling for her life. 

O, Klaus. How violent are your waves in my life that facing death is as common as breathing? Your waters are too dangerous for even a leisurely passage. But Ivy-Rose was so lost in them she couldn't think about freeing herself. All she needed was a quick breath to live. It was all she recognized when she closed her eyes. The rocky depths of the man who owned her life. 

Even if they are violent, unsupportive even for herself at times, she's endured so much. Why should she leave now? 

Why should I swim to the surface when I can rest here? My whole life is here. I know my life will be protected...I am valued am treasured. 

Right?

O, this thinking is too much. If it was a dream, Ivy-Rose wished for it to end. 

Bring me back to the boring place! 

There, no other thought besides Klaus and only Klaus held her captive. Whatever she had to face would be dealt later. Right now, in the dark space she called her mind, all Ivy-Rose wished was to be swept deeper into the cold depths. 

"Oh, my dear puppy. She's knocked out, completely."

Rebekah rubbed a cool hand over her sister's face. Ivy-Rose was sprawled out on a reclining chaise, her head buried in its velvet touch. The office provided an excellent reading ambience with its collected histories of the Salvatore family. 

A book of town records from five decades ago rested on Rebekah's lap. In her sisters was a collection of books ranging from diaries to encyclopedias. The Second World War was a topic Ivy-Rose dug into the most.  A finger of hers bookmarked a page she fell asleep to. Rebekah managed to peel the book with ease and peered at its contents. 

"...The Bloodhound, specialists concluded, was responsible for over 140,000 deaths spanning two days. City officials ruled the deaths a chemical reaction. Autopsies revealed the burning of lungs..." Rebekah rolled her eyes with a quiet laugh. "Obsessed with your own infamy, huh?"

Crouched to hear her sister's even breathing, Rebekah eyed her sister's unmoving body. 

"I don't know how long we have. My puppy deserves a good rest before anything, anyways." The vampire trailed her eyes to Elena waiting at the door. She could only guess how much power Ivy-Rose needed for a tracking spell and siphoning links. Elena didn't make a noise until the officer door was closed and they were comfortably back in the living room.