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-ˏˋ𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉 ˎˊ˗ ════ ⋆͛♡⋆͛ ════
Day three of being locked in her own living room with no way out, Rory was starting to feel the hunger. She felt the itch in her gums, the dryness starting to creep up her throat. She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, turning to face the other direction. To her surprise, Klaus was already staring at her. The two of them hadn't talked since the night before after Rory had successfully talked Klaus into healing Caroline. She suspected he was bitter. Rory didn't care. She lost too many people already.
"You're hungry," Klaus spoke up.
"A bit," Rory confessed. She rubbed her eyes, sitting up. She was lying, of course. She wasn't just "a bit" hungry - that was the biggest understatement of all time. She was only beginning to get a hold of her ripper tendencies, having blood taken away from her so soon was taking its toll.
"You're not a very good liar," Klaus stood up, striding towards her. He sat at her feet on the other side of the couch, reaching forward to brush a hair out of her face. "I can see that you're starving. Why haven't you asked me?"
"I know you're hungry too. You haven't fed just as much as me-"
"You're incorrect. I fed on Caroline. Vampire blood or not, I've had my fill," responded Klaus as he leaned against the couch. Unamused with the memory of what the hybrid had done, Rory crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't tell me you're still angry. I've healed the shrewd little thing."
"I'm not. I'm not... angry," Rory shifted in her seat. "I just don't want to talk about what happened last night, okay?"
"Fine. What do you want to talk about, then? Because you've been quiet the entire night and frankly, it's driving me up the wall," Klaus crossed his arms over his chest.
"I don't want to talk because talking is tiring and I'm burning a lot of energy just sitting here chit-chatting with you! I haven't fed in a while, it's starting to get to me," Rory pouted her bottom lip as she pulled her knees up to her chest.
"You know you could've just told me, right?" Klaus raised an eyebrow.
"I know that," Rory responded petulantly. "It just felt... wrong taking from you. Again. I mean, my family..." Rory trailed off, her eyes flickering to Kol's corpse in the kitchen. "It's whatever. I can handle it."
"Rory, talk to me," Klaus leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee. "Don't brush it off like your feelings don't matter. You know I don't like it when you bottle things up."
"I just feel so guilty," Rory whispered. "I feel so bad about Kol that even asking for your blood to heal Caroline, I hated myself for it," Rory pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose, attempting to calm herself down. "I don't know, okay? I don't know - this is a really shitty situation and I wish it wasn't like this. I wish that my sister wasn't so selfish, and I wish that my brother didn't kill your brother and I wish that everything was just back to the way they were before I came back into town."
