Always running, never ending. I ran around a corner, my breathing fast and my heartbeat racing. Have to get away, if he finds me now, I'm as good as dead. I continue to duck and dodge objects as I continue to run down an alleyway, my footsteps seeming to echo loudly around me in the dimly lit space. I see the light at the end of the alley get closer and closer with each rushed footstep and hope flares up in my chest, I push myself even harder to get the exit when the light is suddenly blocked by a silhouette. My feet instantly stop in place, my body becoming tense as I stare at the figure with fright etched into my gaze. Please let it be anyone but him I silently plead but as soon as his accented voice reaches my ears, the blood freezes up in my veins.
"Hello love, seems you didn't run quite fast enough". The silhouette walks closer in till he is revealed by a small rusty old lamp loosely fitted to the wall to my right. It was him, it was Klaus Mikaelson and I was as good as dead.