Author's Note: This is my first FanFiction story ever and I am so excited to be sharing it with you all! Don't hesitate to review and give me some constructive criticism. I'm hoping that by sharing my writing I can become a better writer.
Synopsis: Okay, so basically this story takes place at the end of/after episode 3X05 "The Reckoning" when Klaus tries to kidnap Elena and take her with him but runs away instead because he's scared of Mikael. Only in this story, he actually succeeds in taking Elena with him. I have literally been planning this story since season 3 and I'm still kind of iffy of my plan, but we'll see.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, sadly.
Okay! On to the story!
A deep fogginess clouded my head. I tried to push through it and fight past it, but it kept pulling me under. I was acutely aware of a throbbing pain in my neck. Finally, when I had the strength, I fluttered my eyes open.
I saw a small nurse walking towards me. "Where am I?" I managed to croak out.
"In the hospital, sweetie," The nurse responded. "You suffered through a terrible ordeal."
Then it all flashed back to me, and I remembered. In the school, Stefan turned his humanity off and let the monster take over. Klaus compelled him to turn his emotions off. I remembered watching him trying to fight it, and he tried so hard, but Klaus' compulsion was stronger. I remembered seeing the evil glint in his eyes as Klaus stepped away from him. I saw how his face completely transformed as his eyes became bloodshot and his teeth lengthened to a sharp point. He even smiled a little, like he enjoyed watching my fear, like it satisfied him that I was afraid. I remembered Klaus telling him to drink my blood. I remembered him approaching me without hesitation. I remembered the moment when he closed the distance between us and latched onto my neck and how loud I screamed. I remembered the look in his eyes before he did so. It was empty, dead. There was no trace of the old Stefan, my Stefan. He was gone.
I remembered feeling the life draining from me as he sucked the blood from my veins, much like when Klaus sacrificed me, and I never wanted to know that feeling ever again. Stefan fed from me and he didn't stop, but I guessed eventually he did because I was still alive.
"I have to get out of here," I tried to get up, but the nurse held me down.
"Ah, not an option, you've lost a lot of blood." The nurse gestured to my arm, where a clear plastic tube filled with red liquid ran through into a nearly-full blood bag; my blood.
Horrified, I made the terrible realization. "Wait, you're taking my blood?" I must have been dreaming. This scenario was way too crazy for it to be real. This nurse was supposed to be helping me, not draining me of my blood.
"Of course, it's very important for your friend Klaus," she said in a monotone voice. I gaped at the nurse in shock. I recognized the blank, brain-washed look on her face, the look that victims of compulsion always have. I helplessly watched as she quickly injected something into the IV. I tried to push her away, but my movements were too slow, too weak. "Don't fight, sweetie. He told me you need plenty of rest," I heard the nurse say before the fogginess engulfed my mind once again.
I opened my eyes slowly. I was in a car. I sighed in relief. Damon must've gone to the hospital and saved me and now he was taking me home. I looked out the window and just stared outside for a few seconds, but then after a few moments, I had a sudden horrifying sense of foreboding come over me. This wasn't Damon's car. Damon's car didn't look like this. Damon didn't come save me. I knew for certain because I then heard a smug voice with a silky British accent coming from the driver's seat. The voice gave me goosebumps.
"Glad to see that you're finally awake, love. You've been out for a while. I was beginning to worry." I could hear the smile in his voice.
I was too afraid to turn around, knowing what was going to be there, but eventually I did. Klaus was sitting comfortably in the driver's seat staring straight ahead at the road while wearing a sadistic smile on his face.
"What do you want from me?" My words came out a bit weaker than I had wanted them to. I sounded scared and confused, which I was.
"Well, as it turns out, you have a much better use for me than just dying." He smiled widely at me, his dimples showing deeply.
"What do you mean?" I asked even though I was sure the answer couldn't be good.
He sighed with slight annoyance. "Your blood; it's the key to making my hybrids. So that means, when I fed your blood to Tyler, he successfully turned into a half vampire, half werewolf; a hybrid. Like me." He flashed me another smirk.
My eyes immediately widened. "You're going to use my blood to make more hybrids."
"One plus one does equal two, sweetheart," he said in a mocking tone.
"You can't do this Klaus! You can't make me into your human blood bag!" I shouted hysterically. I refused to let him do this to me.
"That is exactly what I am going to do!" he said menacingly with an equally intimidating look. It was amazing how quickly he could change his tone of voice; a characteristic of a psychopath. "Now, for your sake, it would be best if you didn't make me lose my temper." He gripped the steering wheel tighter.
I scoffed. "Screw you." I had to get away from him. I had to find a way to escape. Even though Klaus was driving at about eighty miles an hour, I thought I could make it. It was a crazy idea, but it was better than being a human blood bag for the rest of my life. I had to try something.
I gripped the door handle, waiting for the right moment to jump out. Right as I was about to open the door, I heard a clicking sound and the door wouldn't budge. Klaus locked it.
"Do you have a death wish, silly little doppelganger?" He began to drive even faster.
"Dying is better than being used to create your army of stupid hybrids for the rest of my life," I spat.
"Alright, then, I'll make you a deal. If you don't try to escape, I'll let all of your little friends live. If you do try to escape, I will see to it that everyone you know gets a stake through their heart, even if they are not vampires. Their blood will be on your hands, Elena. Not mine. It's your choice." He said it so casually, it was disgusting.
I glared at him. "They'll come for me. They'll find a way to kill you. You won't win, Klaus." I tried to sound as confident as I could. I was sure they would find a way. Maybe Bonnie could do a tracking spell and locate for me, wherever I was at.
"We'll see about that," he said. "Oh, and don't you worry about your witchy little friend, Bonnie, finding you. I've already ensured that her measly attempts at tracking you are blocked." Of course. He wouldn't let something like that interfere. I sighed in desperation.
I wondered what time it was. I looked at the glowing dashboard. The small digital clock said it was 7:24 a.m. It was still dark outside, but I could see that the sun was just beginning to rise. For a few minutes, I watched as trees and various shapes blurred past me outside. My stomach suddenly growled. And it was loud.
Klaus looked over at me. "Ah, it sounds like my little human is hungry. You've got to keep your energy up if you're to help me feed my hybrids. I suppose we could stop at a fast-food restaurant on our way."
"I'm not hungry," I lied. I knew I was being stubborn, but I refused to accept anything that that monster offered me. My stomach made a rumbling noise again, louder this time.
"We're going anyway."
Within a few minutes we were at a McDonald's drive-thru and Klaus quickly ordered something from the breakfast menu. A minute later a bag of delicious smelling food and a cup of orange juice were handed to Klaus through the next window. I could smell the ham, egg, cheese and hash browns. My mouth began to water slightly, and once again, my stomach rumbled.
Klaus smiled at this with significant amusement in his eyes. "Go ahead. Have at it. You know you want to." He handed me the bag and the orange juice and I reluctantly took them. I couldn't remember the last time I ate.
I began eating the food almost ravenously without even tasting; I was too hungry. Soon enough, I was done eating and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the car's wheels hitting the pavement of the road and my breathing.
Before I could even begin to wonder what was going on in Mystic Falls, Klaus made a quick exit off the highway and suddenly it was like we are in an entirely different world. The skyline, it looked familiar, but not because I've ever seen it in person, but because it was a famous spot for movies and television shows and a world capital.
New York. We were in New York City.