Surprise, surprise! I'm alive! So here's hoping I can get this out of my head and finally finished!
Wicked Game
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and
I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.
-Covered by Raign
The plans were running smoothly, as they often did. Ophelia prided herself on her facility and her experiments, how well the outcomes were coming along. Years of trials, tests, failures, and successes have honed her skills- it all leads up to this moment.
The security at Moros was her own design. The supernatural beings she mutated from young vampires had been her greatest success. She was at the next step in her research and this time it was going to be her biggest achievement.
Her shoes made soft clicks down the hall as she surveyed her specimens, doing her daily rounds. The first cell, Subject 035-HX, the pretty blonde Original, was all temper and fight. She made a note. Her treatments would have to be tweaked. In the next cell, which was to hold Subject 036-HX, was empty still. She had assumed that her orders were clear. This would have to be remedied, today. Walking on, she arrived at the next cell, Subject 037-HX, she paused. The girl was standing, her wrists bound, arguing to someone. Someone who wasn't there.
"Please, stop. I-I can't...take this anymore! Stop talking to me!" Caroline argued with the phantom only she could see, an unfortunate side effect of the latest experiments. She'd have to fix her dosage.
Dr. Ophelia knocked on the glass, "Subject 037-HX, how are you feeling today."
The young blonde turned sharply to the doctor, "My name is Caroline!"
Dr. Ophelia nodded, "And who are you talking to?"
The girl turned around, about to say something, when she paused, looked around her, and then back at Ophelia. The girl, wide-eyed, asked, "What's happening to me?"
The doctor made a note and moved on. Yes, she thought, the project is coming along nicely.
"Alone at last."
Her head whipped around, he was standing in the same spot as last time.
"I thought she'd never leave." He looked at her, head cocked to the side in a manner that strongly reminded her of a dog, "Where were we, love?" He asked her. "Oh right, it's all coming back, are we going to be compliant then?" He casually walked around her. "I'd like an answer soon, you know how I hate waiting," he purred at her.
"You're not real." It was the drug Klaus had told her about. The reason vampires were freely walking into their own deaths. They were hallucinating. Which is exactly what she was doing right then. Caroline shook her head as if to dispel the image of Klaus from it. A self-deprecating chuckle escaped her, how many times have I said that in the last month?
Her stomach dropped, "How long have I been here?" Her voice was just a whisper, quiet so she wouldn't rouse fate to deal her some coincidental blow that would send her straight to hell. As if she wasn't in hell already, how could it get worse?
"Careful, love," the imposter mocked, "with that line of thought you're just asking for trouble." Her eyes bore into the image in front of her, she refused to think of him as Klaus. The fake Klaus laughed, "So untrusting," he walked around her to stare out of the glass wall. "And, I'd say that you've been in here for a few weeks, two perhaps? It's hard to keep track, what with the lack of windows, and the hours of torture..." He tapped on the glass, there was no sound. "Do you think you're friends will save you?" He paused, "Don't answer that, I can feel your hope, it's disgusting." The man sneered into the glass. He turned and gave her a dazzling smile, "I look forward to breaking you." And then he was gone.
Caroline sank to the ground, her tears rolling silently down her cheeks. I'm not going to break, she thought over and over till he was back in the following hour to torment her. And every hour after.
"Where's Moxie?" Elena asked Stefan. The morning was too bright and too happy for the two vampires in the room who were waiting for everyone to regroup and double their efforts.
It had been two days since Elena saw the videos of Caroline. With a shudder, she put her cup back down. They had all been up for the last 52 hours, it was getting harder to focus now. Her eyes blinked the stray blurs away from her vision. Her eyes fluttered over to her bed.
Each one of them had been on a mission, trying their own luck and resources to find Caroline.. and Rebekah. She never liked the Original blonde vampire, but that didn't mean she wanted her to be in the same situation as Caroline was.
Stefan rubbed his face, "She said she went back to where she last saw Caroline- find some leads if she could." He gave her a weary look, "You should sleep if we have a lead we need to be at our best."
Elena nodded, she had attempted to contact Bonnie, see if she could come back, but she had been in California, finding different Covens and searching for her own answers. She'd be here by tomorrow. God, what had happened to them all, they had been so close before...before what? She couldn't pinpoint the moment when everything had fallen apart. Their lives had been shifted and off-kilter for who knew how long.
With a yawn, she went to her bed. She had just sat down when the door to their room opened up revealing Damon. His tense shoulders and huff an indicator of how far he got with his ideas, no better than the rest of them. "I couldn't even catch a whiff of her stupid scent anywhere but here." His eyes darted to Elena. He made his way over to her sitting at the head of her bed and placing her head on his lap.
The air was thick with the unspoken words on everyone's mind, no leads meant no hopes.
The sinking in her stomach became worse, Caroline was lost to them.
The air was cool against his skin, the night was peaceful and quiet, but he didn't need the air to calm him nor the night to soothe him. He needed to kill something. Four godforsaken days since the videos. And they were still nowhere near a lead. The address from the first video led to an old and dying mall near the Richmond area. His ire spiked.
Aware that killing anything that wasn't Caroline's, and he had to assume Rebekah's too, captors wouldn't solve anything at the moment, he trudged on.
The campus was quiet- but being as it was 3:42 in the morning he'd be surprised if anyone was even out. Which did nothing to help his mood. He kept on.
The soft sound of a heartbeat in the distance, making it's way closer to him, caused a sinister grin to spread across his face. Without wasting any time he flashed to the melodic sound, finding it to belong to a drunken student finding their way back to their dorm. He tore into their neck, reveling in the warm liquid flowing into his mouth.
A soft cough sounded behind him. With a groan, Klaus released the student's neck but kept a hand on their shoulder. He plastered on one of his trademarked smirks, "Elijah, to what do I owe the intrusion."
His brother stood there, staring at him with those eyes that let you know he saw right through you. It pissed Klaus off even more. "Brother," he paused as if to think about his next words, "the others have informed me that the pink haired woman is now missing as well. We should regroup, I feel there is, even more, going on than we had thought."
Klaus simply looked at him, "I don't care about the roommate."
"I understand that, but there is information here that we may be overlooking."
"Fine." He didn't want to regroup. He wanted answers. He wanted blood. He wanted the final moments of the woman who's voice was in the videos. He wanted to see her fear as he ripped her tendons from their arms and choked the woman with them.
"Thank you, brother, we should get ba-" his brother's voice cut off as they both heard the telltale sounds of someone running through the woods. The two tensed, sensing that this wasn't any human. They waited for the vampire to show themselves.
The vampire crashed through the edge of the woods that surrounded the college, they were still 20 yards away from the brothers. A flash of yellow hair, arms flying out to stop their fall, and then they tumbled to the ground. Neither man hesitated, they were by her side in a half second. Klaus's heart thundered in his chest. He wasn't sure what to make of what just happened, he was relieved to have her safe, but it was quickly replaced by a thousand different questions. And the rising fear from days ago.
Elijah reached out and gently pulled the blonde vampire up, "Rebekah."
