Hello Few and All :P
I haven't seen any angry mails of reviews in the old storyline so I hope i didn't piss anyone off. (i saw a note saying 13 followers so i was very scared to be honest)
A special thank to: Britt, , Stjarna11, and alex piccinich for reading the new version:P
I would also take these minutes of you time to tell you that you MUST look up these writers: Diabolo Framboise& musical freak. They write klaroline stories! (which this will be eventually when Esther gets back from her little vacation in hell...)
Klaus stood over the passed out body of the small wanna be witch. He wasn't sure on the how or the why, but the curly girl was involved somehow. The question now was 'were is Gloria'.
He could smell the faint sense of blood on the floor and Delila obviously was expecting the witch to be here, so were was she? He sat down on an empty chair and watched Delila breathing alarmingly slow. He figured he had somehow damaged the fragile thing yesterday because Gloria went of at him for several minutes till he fled the scene, but he hadn't assumed it was a fatal injury. It was probably the chocking that did it. Maybe he should have stopped before she turned into that strange shade of blue.
He kept watching her.
She really wasn't much to look at. Skinny legs, barley covered by the black dress she was wearing. He noted it was the same piece he had seen her in the night before , so Gloria must have taken the girl in. She looked very ''out of bed'' as they called it now a days, it was kind of charming. Like a little kitty. One of her feet was bleeding for some reason, reminding him that he was still hungry and making her look somewhat attracting.
The stanch she was spreading was a very different story.
God that girl reeked.
He wasn't sure were to go from here. He didn't have a witch and he had a smelly girl on the floor. He could wait for her to wake up and then shake her long enough NOT to break her neck and find out where his witch was, or he could kill her. Another option was to just leave her here like before.
He felt a strange sensation somewhere in his stomach at the thought of that.
Fine he finally said to the emptiness of the bar.
He got up and wrapped the little smelly girl in his arms, somewhere in the back of his mind still surprise how little she really weight.
Not caring about privacy he ran up the stairs.
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Something was very wrong. Her troth was burning, her body was itching, hurting all over and her skin felt ice cold.
She was hurting inside somehow. In fact it was like her blood itself was on fire. She wanted to scream out in pain but she couldn't because something was… Something was… Something was clapped over her mouth?
She opened her eyes in shock, feeling like she woke up from a nightmare. The heaving thing that was pushed against her open mouth disappeared and she was met by a pair of dark eyes. The burning continued but lessened by her heavy intake of breath and the water that was splattering on her face. Water?
The cold she had felt on her skin transformed to wetness in her mind and she was slowly taking in her surroundings, realizing what was happening to her.
Someone was holding her close to his chest in the shower. She was staring at this someone right now, knowing him but at the same time not recognizing him. Her back was pressed against the cold shower wall and her legs were dangling next to his body, one of them draped around a pointy hip of the unknown man.
Her arms were laying against the wall lazily, feeling heavy.
He was holding her up with an arm under her naked tights and had his forehead pressed against hers. Water running down his face, smiling at her. ''So your finally awake love?'' He said softly brushing away her wet hair with an bleeding hand.
Delila let out a small gasp as recognition at his voice hit her. She struggled for a second to get out of his arms but his grip was like an iron cage.
The eyes moved away from her and Klaus hissed, '' Do not make me drop you.'' He warned in a low voice.
''Klaus,'' Her voice came out in a whisper, he grinned. ''Yes?'' he whispered back, making fun of her soft voice. ''Did you turn me?'' She asked slightly panicking, realizing that the burning she felt could be the effect of the change. ''As far as I know you didn't die, so no.'' He hiked her up a bit, putting his other arm under her for support. ''I did however wake you from a near coma.''
Delila snorted, ''Which you induced in the first place.'' All fear forgotten somehow. ''Why are we in the shower?''
He snickered, 'Two reasons,'' he pressed his lips in her neck for a small kiss , making her freeze in horror. ''Reason number one being: you smelled like a corpse,'' Delila readied her for the bite that was about to come. ''Number two because you wouldn't wake up even after I gave you my blood.'' He set her on the floor and was gone in a flash. Delila felt her knees give way at the sudden impact of her own weight and sunk down on the wet floor, the water still splatting on her. ''Get dressed so we can discuss the matter of Gloria!'' She heard him call from downstairs.
She looked down at her trembling hands that were now on the floor and finally became aware of the fabric that was sticking to her body. ''Just a minute!'' she called back in a very domesticated voice while crawling to the door and quickly slamming it shut.
What the hell had just happen here?
She started to pace up and down the shower, the water still running and splattering in the floor. What was she supposed to do now? She didn't know were Gloria was and there was no way he was going to keep her alive. She couldn't do what they had asked her without Gloria, she couldn't walk out of this room without Gloria. Ow god, everything had gone to hell.
She sat down on the floor trembling, wringing her hands together. He had given her his blood. What if he killed her?
Was she going to turn into a vampire? Or maybe one of his disgusting hybrids and bleed out? Maybe he was just going to rip her apart and scatter all the pieces across the bar.
She stared at the water shattering on the marmer floor like glass. What if Gloria was death? Who was going to take care of her? Teach her the craft? Who was going to save her from this psychopath who was.. Realization hit her. He touched her, he had touched her, given her his blood.. he had held her. Her stomach turned at the thought. She needed a shower, she needed to get home.
Without thinking she got up and stormed out of the shower, onto the attic. She grabbed the long coat Gloria had left on the leaning of the stairs and stormed trough the needles on the floor, not caring about her feet.
As soon as she left the stairs she walked into a wall. ''were do you think your going?'' he asked with a sick psychotic smile plastered on his face, grabbing her wrist. Delila wasn't sure, she just knew she had to get as far away from him as possible. ''Let me go.'' She demanded, but her voice came out in a high pitched squike immediately informing him of her fear. ''Oh, you woke up?'' His smile widened, but his eyes still spoke murder. ''That's good, cause you know,'' The sound of her wrist breaking caught up with her sooner than the excruciating pain. ''That will make this so much easier.''
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She screamed out in horror and tears. He simply rolled his eyes and released her to nurse her injured hand on the floor, whilst he poured himself a drink from the bar. ''Now, were is Gloria?'' He asked, not responding to tears that were streaming down her face.
Humans were so dramatic.
She was staring at him with every bit of hatred her face could muster, but didn't seem very inclined to answer him. This disappointed him, he had been very nice to her at the beginning of this. She had tried to run after all,.. It could have been much more pleasant for her. On the other hand, this was more his style. ''You want me to break the other one too?'' He asked, hinting boredom with his voice. When she didn't respond and closed in on her once more, grabbing her left arm to make her stand up again. ''Its no trouble for me you see, I can break every bone you want.''
Without warning the little trembling hag spit in his face, ''Go to hell.'' Klaus gave her a disgusted look, ''I've been there for the last couple of decades, it really isn't much different from the place we are in now.'' He hissed her, pulling her closer to him so she had to face him. ''don't think I won't compel you, we all know I can.''
His statement seemed to extinguish her fire a bit, her facial expression going from mad and terrified to ashamed. ''your right, it wouldn't be the first time.'' The tone of her voice was so accusing that he felt he had to release her arm, his eyes traveling to the scar on her left wrist. ''If you just tell me, we won't have to go through that again.'' The small prick of remorse toning down his violent intentions
Delila gave him a strange look. The was no anger of shame in her eyes anymore, she was just looking at him. Not trying to see his soul of contemplating his intentions, her face was simply blank. ''Gloria assigned me to be your new witch.'' Klaus couldn't help himself and started laughing, ''you are no witch, Delila.''
The table behind him caught fire.
''I know what the Salvatore has been hiding.''
Klaus stared at the flames for a second and then looked to the small curly haired girl again. ''I'm not taking you with me,'' he threatened, ''I would rather just kill you right now and get it over with.'' Delila smiled at him in a way that almost made him shiver, ''I'm afraid we don't have any choice in the matter.'' She said in a strange voice.
''Fine, go pack and meet me later on.''
The flames died instantly, not leaving a mark behind on the table. ''impressive.'' He murmured to the thing that was supposed to be Delila. She smirked at him, ''Gloria would have killed me if that table got torched.'' Klaus arched and eyebrow, ''you go from fearful to unnerving very fast, I don't like it.'' She shrugged her shoulders at him, ''You broke my wrist.''
Thinking she had a point he rolled his eyes, ''addicted to my blood already?'' he said, thinking she was implying she wanted healing. A look of disgust crossed her face, quickly covered up by her fake smile, ''I'll take stefans please.'' She shook her head, ''Who knows what would happen if I get hit by a car with your blood in my system. ''
Another fair point, he thought while grabbing another bottle from the bar.
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''Íf she droppes her foot, beat her to death.'' Delila tried to hid her horror at the statement, the doppelgänger was very much not doing that. ''you don't have to hurt anybody.'' Delila stepped forward trying to appeal to his common sense instead of his obviously lacking humanity, ''Klaus, you don't need any more humans involved in this.'' She said to him in a whisper. He turned to her, dragging the girl behind him like a rag doll, ''Of coarse I do love.'' She tossed him an amused smile, feeling her lunch coming up for the hundred time this evening.
''The more the merrier huh?'' She answered him and she walked toward the bleachers. Accepting that there was nothing more she could do then to sit tight.
As soon as she sat down the bennet witch bursted into the gym. Delila almost jumped up, feeling the strange urge to run op to the dark girl and fall into her arms crying. She imagined Klaus bursting into flames by a single hand gesture of the witch the moment she saw Delila's tears. It felt like the only person in the world, that could rescue her from this hell had just walked in the room and came to snatch her from the hands of the devil himself. All she would have to do, was get up.
But she didn't get up from her seat, because the horrible truth was that the Bennet witch didn't know she was of any secneficens. No, the Bennet witch didn't even see her sitting in the dark watching Klaus ruin everything he laid his eyes on. ''Bonnie, get out of here!'' Delila saw the fear in the poster of the girl's stand and silently repeated the wish Elena had made. Yes Bonnie Bennet, please get out of here and never return, she pleaded in her mind.
As if on cue, Rebecca came waltzing into the gym as well, with Tylar Lockwood on her arm. The realization that he was going to die had yet to come to his simple wolfie mind and Delila turn away, unable to watch anymore whilst Klaus started out on his evil master mind speech.
When Elena let out another scream Delila looked up again, wising she hadn't.
''I'm gonna make this very simple, every time I try to turn a werewolf into a hybrid they die during the transition .''
Delila knew what was coming the moment he bit his wrist. ''Klaus no!'' she called out from the bleachers, but he ignored he, pretending to plead to the Bennet to help him but really setting up one of his horrible blackmailing games. Della jumped up from her seat in attempt to stop him but she was already to late. The snapping of the werewolf's neck seemed to echo trough the gym.