CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE
Institute – Secrets and Lies
Transformation All your secrets and your lies
We become someone else
Dislocation
As we get so far from ourselves
My condition's getting worse
I can't do without
Addiction is the lust
That won't let you out
Walk fast out of burning buildings
Kill youth with easy listening
You gotta keep terror at a healthy distance
It's fine
From time to time
A heavy callous hand pushed me down onto the chair, causing me to groan. I would have punched him but for once, I couldn't seem to overcome the tight rope tangled around my wrist. When I did, the rope would scrape against my skin and the friction would leave a painful burn to linger.
Nonetheless, I continued to try and fight my way out of this mess. "Isn't this the part where you call the police?" I asked playing innocent as I watched the familiar bodyguard from before walk away. He had been the one handling invites and as before, he remain composed and with dark pebbled eyes.
He was about to walk behind me but I reached my leg out, causing him to stumble to the floor in surprise. I then kneeled down and brought my arms over, bringing the rope to his neck as I tried to choke him. Only, this backfired when he reached behind me, grabbing me by the shoulder as I was suddenly thrown the table. The weight caused it to break beneath me and I coughed, spluttering tiredly.
As I rolled over, I overexerted the following coughs when reaching down for a piece of the broken glass. The sharp jagged piece cut into my palm as he hauled me back to the chair. "Don't try that again" he growled and glared down at me. His fingers callously tightened the ropes and I played off another groan.
Once his back was turned, I reached behind and ignored the pain when skilfully tearing at the rope. The glass sharply cutting off the knots and a piece scraping against my skin and I felt it pierce slightly. It was giving away but before I could finish it off, muttered whispers interrupted the silence.
Fearful and fully alerted, I snapped my head up to where the bodyguard was now opening the door. The click seemed to thunder through my eardrums and I clutched the glass tightly, my breath hitching at the searing pain which broke through.
I watched silently as Mr. Mikaelson stepped into the room. "Well isn't this a surprise?" he grinned playfully, breaking through the composure and I wondered what exactly I had gotten myself into.
Slumping my shoulders and relaxing back into the chair, I falsified a smile. "I just couldn't stay away" I joked with a casual shrug.
"Hm" he scoffed and then those blue eyes broke from me and onto the large coffee table and the fragmented pieces scattered around it.
"She put up quite a fight" the bodyguard informed me and I shrugged again in confirmation.
Something about this it was clearly amusing as he scoffed again. "Well, get someone to clean it" he quipped and tore his gaze away from me when catching how the bodyguards made a move to clear up. "Not now" he demanded. "You can leave us" he turned back to lock gazes with me once again. The burning intensity left bright silver flecks blaring out in the fascinating azure blue. "So, Marie Collette is it?" he asked the second the door clicked to a close behind his minions.
Rather than break into confession or beg for forgiveness, I jutted lout my jaw defiantly. "I didn't do anything" I argued.
"My friends would beg to differ" he replied with a hitched brow and then revealed the black duffel bag I had dropped. He placed it on the desk and unzipped it, revealing all the artefacts that I had packed. "Tut, tut, tut" he pursed his lips and the mischievous glint sparked in his gaze again.
I smirked and continued to be discreet when cutting through the rope. "Can we skip the whole 'stealing is bad' thing and go straight to my retribution?" I spoke while I continued to tear.
"Almost sounds like you wanted to be caught" he walked around the desk and landed on a chair opposite mine. After a quiet study, he seemed to be sizing up the person that I was. Suddenly, he crossed his ankles and locked his fingers together while looking over to me. "So you must be the elusive Blue Mist that has everyone quaking in their boots" he guessed and suddenly shot up again.
I watched as he slowly closed in, gradually stepping over to me and then reached up to my blonde locks. A pleased groan fell from him when he realised that it was a wig. This then transpired into a pleased chuckle as he pulled the wig off. "Ah, more secrets" he pursed his lips in disapproval.
"There's a lot you don't know about me" I retorted and increased the pace in cutting through the twined cord around my wrists.
He nodded with a knowing grin. "I know"
Before anything else could be said, the door was flung open and more of the burly pitbulls stormed in. "Hey boss, we found these two at the back" one spoke gruffly and this time, I was alerted at the sight of the people that were brought stumbling in.
Jared…Jacob….
"Is – Marie…" Jared quickly caught himself and scrambled up, gasping at the sight of my marred features. Some shards had dug into my skin and left scars and probably blood to trail down my skin.
I growled and shook more violently at the sight of them there. "They had nothing to do with this" I growled and swallowed down my fear as I vehemently tore through, trying to free myself from the ties bounding me. The pain was even more intense and I bit down on my lip to stop the pain.
"Yet, they had parked their vehicle outside my house for a good hour" Mr. Mikaelson
I shook my head and continued to fight the case. "All under duress" I argued fervently while trying not to look at the two people who were sending me silent pleas.
"You" Mikaelson spoke again and I followed his line of sight towards Jacob who had just brought himself up. "I know you" he wagged a finger and I cursed under my breath when forgetting about our previous plan. Using Jacob had been stupid but he had been the one to offer to check out the cameras. Having them in this plan had been completely stupid and it was no doubt that Sam would blame me again.
I was sure that I was going to draw blood when I caught Jacob's form, trembling quietly. He was only a minute away from transforming and I could not afford that.
"Just let them go" I pleaded, hating the fact that I was pleading. "I'm the one you want"
After a lengthy silence of us simply locking stares, he found whatever he had searched for. His eyes had glazed over with the offer and he nodded quietly. "Escort them off the premises" he murmured and instantly, the bodyguards grabbed their arms.
"No fucking away" Jacob argued, trying to fight them away.
I locked eyes with his and sent my own plea. "Go" I whispered and I knew that he would relent, make sure that Jared was safe before trying to make a way to come back to me.
When they left, I relaxed back, sighing in relief and feigning defeat. All the while, I could feel myself getting closer to freedom but was disrupted when I felt his hovering shadow before me. Blinking, I caught his wide victorious grin and gleaming eyes. "Your compliance is agreeable" he appraised me.
"You should never underestimate your opponent" I smirked and I whirled around, freeing my hands behind my back and flexing when jabbing the glass into his side, under his ribs. With his groan, I used the advantage to kick at his chest and hastily grab the duffel as I headed towards the balcony.
Throwing one leg over, I looked down and my moment of hesitation was all it took for him to grab both my shoulders and pull me to the ground. Pushing my hair behind me, I looked up to watch in horror and bewilderment as he pulled the glass out of his chest and smirked.
I scrambled back in shock, tremors now racking through me as he stepped towards me. "I didn't appreciate that" he shook his head in disapproval.
"Survival of the fittest" my grin faltered as I tried to push myself up. The cold chilling breeze nipping at my skin and I glanced over his shoulder and when something caught my eye, I focused on being free once again. He studied me strangely and I waited for him to glance away before pushing past him and grabbing the fire poker. Gripping the metal, I swung and tried to hit him.
Only, he had whipped out and grabbed the metal. With ease, he pulled it away from my tightened grasp and flung it away from us. Another easy smirk in place but his darkened stare was still troubled. I broke from it and glanced down to where the jagged glass had ripped through his shirt.
I blinked to find that the scar had already healed. "Impossible" I gasped and stumbled away from him.
The grin widened as he quoted me. "You should never underestimate your opponent" he reminded me, still beaming with pride and happiness, probably from finally gauging fear.
"No…How?" I stammered, already hating myself at that moment.
This could not be happening again…
He simply sniggered under his breath, pleased with the turned tables as he stalked towards me. "Well I've got secrets of my own" he smiled. "Like the fact that I knew your two little friends were shifters" he pointed out, confirming my worst fears. "And how I know that this-" he grabbed my wrist and I gasped, watching as he blatantly stared at the crescent shaped scar. "…Isn't just a simply animal bite" he added smugly and then dropped my wrist, only he wouldn't let me go. "You are intriguing" he gazed at me with curiosity.
"Why haven't you called the cops already?" I numbly asked when my back hit the wall.
He still wouldn't let me get far as he continued to stalk after me. "Because I want to deal with you myself" he whispered calmly and it sounded all too threatening.
"I won't go without a fight" I warned but still gulped.
"Won't be much of one" he answered and bared the fangs to prove his point, surprising me further and eliciting another gasp.
The sight of his wide bloodshot monstrous eyes made it all more surreal. "Vampire…" I breathed with an exhausted sigh.
"A bit more special than that" he replied, adorning a smirk.
My gaze roamed over his face and I noticed the distinct veins under his animalistic stare. "Your skin…and your eyes…" I muttered with how different he was to…them.
After pursing his lips, he tilted his head slightly to study me again. "No, I doubt that I share any similarities to the falsified Cold Ones you've met" he guessed the trail of my thought and still maintained nonchalance.
"Are you going to kill me or not?" I snapped, hating the option of having to beg for my life.
Suddenly, the veins were gone and I caught his fangs disappearing before he closed his eyes. One hand was then placed on the side of the wall beside my head. "Scared love?" he questioned with an arched brow.
"Not your love" I whispered and felt proud that it lacked a wavering tone. Though, I was disappointed with the fact that it was the only thing that I could think of saying.
He looked down at my form and I waited for the attack. I kept my eyes open and refused to cower under his stare, only fears were diminished when he stepped away from me. I watched as he slowly walked towards the fireplace and didn't turn to me as he ordered. "Have a seat"
Through the reeling thoughts, I managed to follow the orders and stumbled towards the chair. All the while, I stepped over the rubble that we had caused and only just realised how much I had done.
"I have a proposition for you…" he finally spoke and turned to me, making me blink up in surprise.
"What?"
He slipped into the large leather office chair behind the desk. "I won't call the police" he promised.
"What?" I repeated.
"I won't call the police, if you steal something for me" he proposed.
My eyes widened further and I stammered over my incoherent thoughts. "Again, What?"
"You're obviously skilful and ruthless – perfect for the task" he complimented another smile, charming and compelling but the image of his vampire features flashed into my mind and I briefly wondered if I had imagined it.
"I don't know what just happened" I murmured.
"So do we have a deal?"
A/N: What do you think, do they have a deal? What does Klaus want her to steal – any ideas?
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