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" you will not come between my mate and me, got it? " +
The brunette awakes from a deep slumber in agony, her head pounding and her body sticky with sweat. She groans, blinking and rubbing her eyes free of gunk, staring at the nurse that stood beside her questioningly, "where am I?"
The nurse smiles, "In the hospital, sweetie. You suffered through a terrible ordeal."
The girl, realizing the events that took place earlier, gasps, trying to sit up, "I have to get out of here." But, the nurse gently stops her, pushing her back. "Ah. Not an option. You've lost a lot of blood." The lady gestures towards the bag filled with deep red set right next to the girl.
The human's eyebrows furrow, "Wait...You're taking my blood?"
"Of course. It's very important for your friend Klaus." Replies the nurse.
The girl's heart hammers against her chest at the obvious compelled woman's words, realization setting in as she tries to struggle to free herself of the bed. But, the nurse injects her with sedatives to make sure the human couldn't fight back, "Don't fight it, sweetie. He told me you need plenty of rest."
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The two Mikaelsons stand outside of the entrance of the hospital, their gazes fixated on the lone Salvatore who sat at a picnic table with her face in her hands, obviously in distress.
Rebekah turns to her brother, eyebrows raised, "what's the matter with her? Well, other than the fact you've turned her brother against her, and are draining her human friend."
"Knock it off, Rebekah-" grumbles the older sibling, his heart aching as each sigh or shudder sends a chill down his spine at his mate in agony, "I'm doing this for her... all of it. She just doesn't seem to understand that quite yet."
"You really need to learn how to treat a woman properly-" the blonde starts, frowning as she notices a tear slip down Dakota's cheek, "you're killing her, you know that? As much as I despise that doppelgänger bitch, each jab at her or her brothers is like a stake to her stomach. It's only a matter of time before you stick one right in her heart."
Klaus glowers at his sister, her words hitting a nerve, twinging something in his seemingly dark heart. The hybrid thought that separating his mate from her distractions, from the trauma of dealing with all of these emotions for people who he didn't see that mattered, would only strengthen their bond. It confuses him to say the least, why Dakota felt the way she did. All Klaus knew was that you needed to hurt people in order to survive, to push away the ones you love in order to keep your emotions from interfering with anything important. He thought he was doing right by his mate with his actions, but she seems to be taking it the wrong way. And that frustrates him beyond belief.
"What's your plan then? that what this is about? Your obsession with hybrids? You just don't want to be alone?" Questions the original sister after a moment of silence.
