Warning: Spanking (severe) in this chapter
Klaus opened his eyes sluggishly with a groan. He looked around blearily, noticing another body lying a few feet from him. He staggered to his feet, putting his arms out immediately to balance himself when a wave of dizziness washed over him. He tottered over to the body and turned it over.
"Stefan"
Stefan must have been more affected by what happened than him. He remembered the door flying off its hinges, a cold voice and then darkness. Stefan had been closest to the door. He had been sleeping in his brother's lap when the attack had happened. It made more sense that he was more affected. Besides Klaus was older and stronger and Stefan's animal diet delayed his healing substantially. He shook him gently.
"Stefan, come on wake up. We need to get out of here"
Stefan groaned and blinked up at him blearily. Then he whimpered.
Klaus looked worried. "What? What is it?"
"T-there's something in my b-back. It h-hurts" he hissed
Klaus turned him onto his stomach and winced. "It's… Uhh… it's a piece of wood. You probably landed on it. Lucky it's not your heart. Try and keep still. I'll take it out" Klaus said, digging one hand into the wound and clamping the other on Stefan's mouth to stifle the screams. He didn't want their captor knowing they were awake. He managed to pull out the piece and Stefan slumped to the floor, clenching and unclenching his fists with tears coursing silently down his face. Klaus also leaned back, sitting on his heels. He glanced at Stefan. The wound on his back was not healing and they needed to get out of here. He bit into his wrist and pressed it to Stefan's mouth, only for Stefan to move away. Klaus huffed and pressed a hand against Stefan's neck, effectively immobilizing him.
"We do not have enough time for this Stefan. You need to heal enough for us to get out of here. Now is not the time to be picky" he pressed, force-feeding Stefan the blood
They opened the door and crept outside quietly. They found themselves in some sort of hallway and it seemed to be empty. Klaus was in the lead, keeping Stefan behind him as they walked silently but quickly down the hallway. The lack of activity and the seemingly easy way they had been able to leave the room and navigate the hallway made Klaus suspicious. But he shoved his suspicions aside and they kept moving.
"This is too easy. Stefan whispered
"I know. But we have o keep moving…Stefan watch out!" One of the vampires had jumped from nowhere and was headed straight for Stefan. Klaus ripped out his heart with lightening speed. He turned to Stefan. "How many did that little witch say they had?"
"Two"
"That means there's still one around here somewhere. We need to hurry" Klaus said, searching the dead vampire's pockets
What are you looking for?"
"A phone. We need to call Elijah" Klaus answered, still rummaging through the vampire's pockets. "I think I found one"
"Let's hope it doesn't have a password" Stefan said
Klaus dug the phone from the man's pocket. "I don't think that will be a problem" he looked at Stefan. "It's mine. They must have searched before putting us in that room". He put the phone in his pocket. "Come on Stefan. We'll call when we are out of here"
They practically ran through the house and threw the front door open, stepping out into the sunlight. Klaus pulled out the phone to call Elijah and dropped it immediately to clutch his head in pain. Stefan whirled around to see Adriana with her arms outstretched towards them and muttering a spell under her breath. He turned around quickly and picked up the fallen phone, dialing Damon's number before everything went dark.
When Stefan came to he noticed immediately that he was not alone. He sniffed the air discreetly to see if he could tell who was in the room with him. He became alarmed when he realized he couldn't smell Klaus but Adriana was there, with another scent he didn't recognize. His breathing must have changed because Adriana spoke to him.
"Hello Stefan. Nice of you to join us"
Stefan pushed himself up and glared at Adriana coldly. "Where is Klaus? What did you do to him?"
Adriana chuckled. "So much fire. Like your brother. Which is not surprising seeing as he practically raised you. Relax. Klaus is fine for now. I'll bring you to him after your punishment"
"P-punishment? What punishment?" Stefan stammered
"Oh Stefan. You didn't think I'd let you go scot free after your attempted escape did you? And you also killed Ivan, though it's Klaus who'll suffer for that. When that's done there's something you're going to give me or to pit it correctly I'm going to take from you, and then finally we'll discuss my sister" Adriana said, placing a belt on the table in front of Stefan. Stefan looked at the belt with a quizzical look on his face. It looked familiar. In fact it looked just like… Stefan glanced down quickly at his trousers.
"As you have guessed correctly, it's yours. Fine, expensive, Italian leather. I'm guessing Damon bought it for you. You people always did have too much money" she said with a touch of bitterness in her voice
Stefan's eyes widened as he realized what Adriana had in mind. "You aren't… you can't…"
"You'll find that I can Stefan. And I'm going to this is how punishment was dealt out when we came from and I know it's not new to you. So if I were you I would stop wasting my time and lean over the table"
Stefan shook his head. He was not going to just lay across the table and let Adriana sp-punish him. As he was contemplating what to do he felt fire sear through his veins a scream tore out of his throat. He sagged back on the bed as the pain stopped suddenly. The relief he felt made it take a while longer before he realized he couldn't move. He could feel all his appendages but they felt like lead all of a sudden and he couldn't move them, not even his head. The only thing he could move was his eyes. He felt like a spectator in his own body. He spied Adriana from the corner of his eyes as she smiled.
"Next time I ask you to do something, don't ever say no". She nodded to Jason and he lifted Stefan onto his shoulders and draped him across the table. "For disobeying me, you lose the privilege of keeping your pants" she said and Stefan felt his jeans and boxers being pulled to his ankles. Tears leaked out from the corner of his eyes as he realized all he could do was lay there and take whatever Adriana's henchman decided to dole out. He couldn't even twitch his hands. "Now for the finishing touches" Adriana said, pulling out Klaus' phone and dialing a number. "Hello Damon"
"Adriana" Stefan heard his brother hiss into the phone
"I swear if you touch a hair on their heads, I'll…"
"Kill me? Please. Do you know how many times people have threatened to kill me? And yet I'm still here"
"You'll find that I do not make threats Adriana. If there is so much as a scratch on Stefan I will hunt you to the ends of the earth and beyond and I will kill you. I have nothing but time"
"Well I intend to do more than just scratch him Damon" Adriana sneered. "I do hope the eldest original is close by. I will need to talk to him later cos I have Klaus on hold"
"You play with fire you vile woman" Elijah snarled calmly into the phone.
Adriana laughed. "Oh Elijah. The noblest of them all. You will not reduce yourself to making threats, not that they will be any help but still. I'm sorry about Rebekah, you know. It was not my intention to kill her but you people were getting too close for comfort. She was very strong willed that one; wouldn't give me what I wanted. It was already virtually impossible to take and agonizingly painful but somehow she managed to make it impossibly impossible and refused to let go. I wished I had more time with her. But then you guys came running to save her and I had to kill her. So basically it's your fault she's dead. You killed your sister…"
"You do not get to talk about Rebekah you murderess. You know nothing of family. You disgust me. And if anything happens to Niklaus, Damon's not the only one who doesn't make idle threats. I will descend on you with the fury of a thousand demons and you will regret ever being born" Elijah practically yelled
Adriana's happy clapping was heard over the phone. "Gold star! I got you good didn't I Elijah? You finally lost your infuriating calm demeanor. But wait, I digress. Now the real reason we are having this pleasant conversation is because both your little brothers tried to escape. Younger siblings can be so much trouble right? Well I can't have that so they are going to be punished and you are the lucky winners of free tickets to that opera. Unfortunately it won't be much of an opera because Klaus killed Ivan so Jason will have to take turns punishing both your naughty little brothers. Let the show be… wait I think Stefan ants to talk to his big bro". They heard shuffling sounds as she moved a few feet. "Come on Stefan. Say hello to big brother… oh you can't. I'm sorry. The spell I used must have worked too well. Let me rectify that. I want to hear him scream after all" She muttered a spell under her breath and Stefan felt his tongue loosen. "Ha, that's better. Hello Damon, you still there? Baby brother's ready to talk now". She put the phone to Stefan's ear.
Stefan waited a moment and then whispered tentatively into the phone. "D-Damon?"
"Stefan. Are you okay? Are you hurt? What did she do to you?" Damon asked frantically
"I'm sorry"
"Non c'e niente di essere dispicuito per il fratello. Bonnie lavorondo duramente per individuare l'utente. Stiamo andando ti riportera a casa, te lo prometto" (There's nothing to be sorry for brother. Bonnie's working hard to locate you. We're going to bring you home, I promise)
"Non r-riesco a muovermi Damon. Ho p-paura" (I c-can't move Damon. I'm s-scared)
"So che sei spaventata, ma davi essere forte per me va bene. Ha…" (I know you're scared but you have to be strong for me okay. You ha…)
"Ahhhh!" Damon was cut off by Stefan screaming. He turned wide questioning eyes to Elijah for a second before his face hardened again. Adriana's voice came over the phone.
"Whoa. The show begins. Nice move Damon. Speaking Italian. I could never tolerate that language and you know it. Sounded too vulgar for me. French on the other hand is exquisite. The language of kings. I don't know what you told baby bro but it looked touching"
Damon could hear the whooshing of the belt through the air and the resounding slap of wet leather on bare flesh. He could also hear Stefan's sharp intake of breath every time the belt landed in an attempt to not cry out. He knew it wouldn't last-Stefan had never been good with pain-but he was proud of his little brother. He suddenly realized something.
"What the hell are you hitting him with Adriana? It doesn't sound right. What are you doing to him?"Damon growled
"Oh that wet sound? It's vervain. Genius right? You can practically hear the flesh sizzling. You should know that I got this idea from you though. I was thinking; how would you punish your brother if he did something he shouldn't do? I didn't know what to do so I dived into his mind and man was I glad with what I found. I'm not doing anything you wouldn't have done, except the vervain part of course. And the spell part. Okay maybe I changed a lot. Poor Stefan. Probably shouldn't have tried to escape" Adriana said, placing the phone beside Stefan's head and effectively cutting off Damon's expected yells and threats. She returned to her seat and urged Ivan on.
Stefan was in agony. Mind numbing, bone crushing, skin melting agony. He hurt all over. Most especially his ass, which he was sure, was three times its normal size and probably bleeding. The vervain burned as it coursed through his body and his head and throat hurt from screaming and crying. But he felt proud of himself. He had shouted and cried out loud and wept openly but not once did he ask for mercy. He didn't give Adriana the pleasure of seeing him beg and for that he was proud. He let out a grateful sob as finally, finally Ivan stopped swinging the belt and dropped it to the floor. Adriana raised the immobilization spell she placed on him but he could still hardly move. But Adriana wasn't fazed. She bent down to Stefan's eye level and smiled sweetly at him.
"Get some rest sweetie. I have to go deal with your partner in crime. We'll talk later" she practically cooed and then she swept out of the room, Jason close on her heels. Stefan pulled himself up from the table by sheer will alone. He was in so much pain and so weak but there was no way he was going to remain half naked and draped over that terrible table. He pulled his boxers and jeans up, moaning loudly in pain and crawled over to the bed in the corner. He lay on his stomach as still as possible, muffling his sobs into his fists and hoping that Klaus fared better than him.