Disclaimer: I do not own TVD, nor am I associated with it. I wrote this for fun J
100 years. 100 long years she'd been running. Running from him, Klaus. He'd played the part of the gentleman in the beginning, but she guessed rejection had taken its toll on him. He'd finally snapped and decided that one way or the other; she would be his, in every way possible. So she ran, and she didn't stop, and now, she's still running.
He'd almost caught her several times by now, but she always managed to escape, even if there were many close calls.
However she could feel him getting closer all the time; he found her more quickly now, and it's only been luck and chance that she got away.
She wasn't quite sure where she was now, but she knew she didn't have long left till her found her. Names of places were irrelevant now anyway.
Hurrying down the street, she hesitated as something caught her eye. In a shop window, she saw a blue dress. The exact one she wore for the Mikaelson ball all those years ago. She wasn't sure how she knew, but it was. It was mesmerising her, and she couldn't help but approach, couldn't help but wonder how; how did it get there?
As she reached the glass, she noticed a note hanging from it; something that she hadn't noticed before, but was evident now.
It read: Turn around, love, it's been too long.
Panic flooded her as she noticed his smell engulfing her. As she turned around, she noticed him across the street. His smile, once charming, now reeked of evil. His dimples, once enough to warm up a room could now freeze Hell over, she was sure.
This was the end of the game now, and there was no doubt that she had lost.