Don't Love Me
Chapter 11
Klaus snarls something close to her ear, his cool breath at odds with the fiery intensity of his passion, his intensity. She cannot decide whether it is safe to open her eyes, or dangerous. If only she knew the words he's saying to her, then she could anticipate his next move.
He's holding her so tightly that her bones creak beneath her skin, near breaking point. If he desires her to do anything he has to release her, because she is utterly helpless like this, while in his clutches. The fury is red hot and feeds his strength. His arms wrap tightly around her chest, tighter than titanium.
Jennifer realises the folly now, in running away from Klaus and thinking, even for one moment, that she had a chance to be free of him. All this could have been avoided, if only she stopped to think about the consequences if she were ever caught, this consequence. She wonders; if I had just behaved how he wants me to, would he have grown to trust me enough to let his guard down?
Now he will be sure to watch her closely, to read her body language for any sign of defiance, too closely for there to be any hope of escape, or rescue. She won't be able to make contact with anyone from the outside; her captor won't allow her the mental capacity to plan anything so elaborate.
"I've been patient with you, Jennifer," Klaus whispers hotly, deep into her soft flesh-the aching mounds of her breasts, the smooth flatness of her stomach, and lower until his breath caresses the cloying dampness of her sex. He pauses in the torture to look up at her with a devilish smile. "I've waited for you. Your lack of willingness has become tiresome..." He buries his head between her legs, touching his tongue to the patch of bare skin at her centre. He pauses, letting the anticipation build...
Suddenly, there is a loud crash from inside one of the rooms downstairs and the whole building seems to shudder. Both figures on the bed freeze, and all is silent apart from the growl growing from within Klaus's chest. He sounds ferocious, and spittle escapes his mouth as he tilts his head, listening. "Damon..." Just one word, but in it there a dozen threats and promises.
Damon? The name is one she knows, one she fears, and one she feels slightly relieved in hearing. Damon, the vampire who abused her the first chance he had, might be her saviour this day. He would end her suffering, she felt sure, one way or the other. Maybe he will kill her, she thinks without as much trepidation as she ought to feel, and end this half existence that she has lived since the moment she awakened as one of the undead.
Klaus glares down at her as he stands beside the bed, buck naked and brilliant. His eyes then narrow into slits as he sniffs the air. "You're excited. Why? Who is he to you?"
How to explain? It had all happened so quickly that her memory of meeting the dark stranger is confused in her brain, but even if her memory of the incident were crystal clear, she thinks that maybe she should just stay quiet. She doesn't know why she is 'excited' as she cannot remember, but neither can she deny the feeling of hope fluttering in her chest. Salvation could be close, close enough to touch, close enough to taste.
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Damon straightens from the roll to the ground and brushes bits of glass of his shirt. If he owned this place he would invest in decent windows, ones that would hold against an unwelcome intruder into the house, or at least iron spikes to put on the floor beside it. This house has none of these things, which was a plus for him. The room is empty, dusty, and cold with no sense of the life he sensed from outside.
He ventures further into the house, always keeping his preternatural senses open for any hint of an oncoming attack. He enters the kitchen, such as it is, and grabs a blood bag from the small fridge, drinking it down quickly.
A/N: sorry that this is so short, I just wanted yo get something posted. Damon's coming to save her though!