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Chapter Two:
I sat up coughing. Why was I coughing? I instantly became aware of a throbbing pain on the back of my head. What happened to my head?
"Oww," I murmured as I delicately prodded the back of my head with a finger.
"I'll admit that I did hit you a little harder than I had originally intended," said a casual voice.
Suddenly I was alert. How hadn't I realised that I was in an unfamiliar room? What the hell had happened? Where was I? Then I remembered. How had I forgotten that some random guy had knocked me out? Where the hell even was I? My eyes searched the room for the voice and fell upon a boy who looked about two years older than me. He wore a long-sleeved black top and a pair of jeans. He sat in the corner of a well decorated room on a leather chair.
"Who are you?" I whispered from my sitting position on the floor.
Fear pulsed through me like a tornado. Why was I here? What did this guy want from me? I didn't have anything of value, did I?
"Me? I'm Klaus," he answered, he seemed to wait for a moment, looking at my face. "You haven't heard of me?" he asked.
I shook my head slowly as anger built up amongst the fear. Why had he taken me away from my home?
"I'm one of the originals, surely you know about the originals?" he asked.
I shook my head again. What the hell was he on about? All he was saying was a load of rubbish. What the hell was an original? And what the hell did it have to do with me?
"How about vampires, shall we start there?" Klaus asked. "Well I'm something a little different. I've got a bit of vampire but also a little wolf. A hybrid basically," he explained.
He seemed so relaxed. Why was he so relaxed? He had just kidnapped some random girl from the middle of nowhere! Was this a regular thing for him? Did he just go around kidnapping people? Was he telling the truth? No, he had to be lying! There were no such things as vampires or werewolves! There weren't! There weren't!
"You don't believe me?" he asked after a pause.
I didn't want to speak. I was scared. If I said something wrong, for all I knew, he might kill me! Who's to say that he wouldn't? But then again, who's to say that he would kill me? Anger also pulsed through me. How could I be scared and angry at the same time? This wasn't happening!
Klaus stood up and walked over to me before crouching down next to me. There was a small click from his mouth and my attention turned to the two fangs that now replaced his canines.
A scream escaped from my mouth and I crawled backwards away from him. He smiled to himself as he touched his fangs with his tongue. My scream had only lasted for a second before I stared wide eyed at him.
He wasn't joking. He was being serious. Perhaps this was a dream. Perhaps I was still in the long grass outside my house. Perhaps this hadn't happened. But even if it hadn't happened, this wouldn't be classed as a dream, it would be classed as a nightmare.
For a moment my emotions were unreadable as I stared at him. How the hell was this possible? He cocked his head to one side and stared at me as I stared at him. What was I feeling? I didn't even know how I felt.
For some insanely strange reason, I was only a little bit scared. I wasn't angry anymore. I was … Curious? I sighed deeply and looked at Klaus, unsure of what I would or should do next.
