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This was it. My last day on earth. I sat in the dark after i had been taken captive. For what reason you may ask? I don't know either so don't be asking me. I laid there, bleeding from the wound in my neck. Tears stained my cheeks as i thought about my friends. I let out a laugh, if you could even call them that. My captors had called the "Scooby Gang" and had informed them that i had been taken captive. None of them cared, everything was about poor little Elena. Oh, how i hated that whiny bitch. I was numb, the realization that no one was coming to save me finally settled in. I was going to bleed out and at this point it didn't even matter anymore. I stared at the ceiling contemplating wether i should hold on to that last flicker of life or just let it go. Then i made the decision, if no one really cared what was the point? I had no one. No one who cared, no one i mattered to. So with one last sigh i closed my eyes and I felt myself slipping away second by second.
That's when i heard him barge in. "Where the hell is she?!" The British accent caught me off guard, what was Klaus Mikaelson doing here? Why would he save me. I had only met Klaus a couple times and even then i knew he caught my interest but i never acted upon those feelings. I felt his arms carefully lift me up. "Don't die on me now love." thats when my eyes fluttered open. "Klaus." He but his wrist as blood droplets pooled in my mouth. "Yes love it's me, now quiet that pretty little mouth, you need to rest." I took a deep breath, maybe someone did care.
