Even though I'm the sacrifice
You won't try for me, not now
Though I'd die to know you love me
I'm all alone
Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me
Missing by Evanescence
It was dark. It was cold. He was lying on the floor barely conscious. It was like a nightmare but it felt way too real.
Klaus opened his eyes once again, trying to push back the feeling of dizziness and sickness. What happened was still a blur.
He still couldn't get his head around the fact that someone managed to get to him so easily, because he didn't remember putting a fight at all. It was humiliating, he was the Original Hybrid, one of the most evil and dangerous creatures that walked the earth. And now he was on his back, sprawled on the ground like a helpless newly turned vampire.
He felt a little disoriented but he managed to get to his feet. He stretched his arms, no damage there. No stakes, no daggers. Yet he could feel the lingering effects of vervain in his blood.
The bloody bastards had injected him with vervain. Not that it would be much of a weapon against him, but it still hurt. Through a thousand years of practice he had managed to tame the pain from the offending liquid, but it didn't mean that it didn't take its toll on his body. He would not be killed by it, but it could hurt as hell. Thankfully he had been unconscious for the most part.
His head still pounding, he brushed his clothes as if it was the only logical thing to do. He turned around to see where he was being held.
Where I have been dumped would be more appropriate, Klaus thought bitterly to himself.
Once he knew where he was, he would see to it that those responsible for this inconceivable insult to his pride pay with their life.
The place around him was dim, no windows on the walls. It didn't seem like a cave, nor an abandoned warehouse. Probably a basement. It looked strangely well-kept.
The thick walls were covered in red bricks, the pavement was smooth. A small light bulb hang from the high ceiling and after a few moments he found the switch. Its yellow light chased the dark shadows away.
Not that he needed light, his vampire sight served him well in the dark. He just wanted to have a better look at the surroundings.
Klaus was puzzled. The place had a familiar feeling about it, but he was sure he had never been here. The room he was in was a seven by ten feet space, a single narrow bed was positioned near the wall behind him. It was clear no one had slept in it for a while but there was no dust, the covers seemed reasonably clean. Near the bed was a small table with a chair. Apart from that the room was completely empty.
There were two doors in his room, each facing the other in opposite walls. Klaus had nothing better to do so he decided to explore the place. He heard no other noise around him, so he concluded he was alone.
The smaller door on the further wall at the back of the room was unlocked and it led to a narrow passage. He could see another door just right beside his, but it was locked from the other side. The passage led to a small bathroom. He checked the shower and was surprised to find it in working conditions. There was also a small sink and he let the water barely dripping just to break the eery silence.
Klaus then returned to his room and headed for the larger sliding door. Even if he didn't think that it would be unlocked, he tried nonetheless to open it.
To his great surprise, it was indeed unlocked. With little effort he slided it all the way till it slammed with noise.
You must be kidding me, he thought confused. Someone had gone to great lengths to knock him unconscious only to leave the doors unlocked.
Klaus's anger began to show now. He had had enough. He would have his answers and whoever was behind this would not find his reaction amusing.
Just as he tried to make the first step out of his room, an invisible barrier kept him from leaving. A very annoying electric shock ran through his body making every nerve ending resonate. A thousand tiny needles convinced him that leaving was not the best idea.
"Ahhhhhh" he yelled at the empty room pissed off. The initial anger was beginning to turn to murderous rage.
It made sense, magic was at work here. No wonder they hadn't locked the doors. A witch or a warlock was behind this. Might as well be a coven of witches. Everything was possible, he had no way of knowing.
But they had underestimated him. He may not be able to pass through the barrier but he would not be an easy prey. He had bested thousands of foes through his existence, another witch would not be the end of him.
Just as he was making plans of revenge and retribution, he heard an almost imperceptible noise. Actually it was like a very weak whining and it made him tense like a spring.
He was not alone after all, but who could the other person be? He could swear it was a woman's voice, but not one he could recognize just by a single whining sound. For some reason he believed the other person was a captive as well if the hint of pain in their voice was any indication.
Klaus approached the wall and placed his ear over it. He tried to concentrate and isolate all the little sounds around him.
"Who's there?" he asked trying to make his voice not sound too harsh.
No answer came immediately. Klaus knocked twice on the wall in order to make whoever was behind that wall aware of his presence.
A few moments passed when a faint voice finally broke the deafening silence.
"Helloooo?" The owner of the voice seemed on the verge of despair.
Klaus froze in place. It couldn't be, he couldn't believe what his brain had already acknowledged.
"Caroline? Are you OK? Talk to me." He pleaded unable to stay still.
If he was going to murder those responsible for this when he woke up, now that he knew they had Caroline as well he would … oh he couldn't think straight. His mind was assaulted by images of torture, of such immense pain inflicted upon the fools that death would seem like salvation.
How dare they kidnap his Caroline too? No one messed with him and his kin and live to talk about it. Not that he had claimed Caroline as his, but it was not important at the moment.
Klaus Mikaelson was a dangerous man when he was bored. He was a lethal adversary when he was being crossed. The unknown fools had just crossed the invisible border between life and death.