AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone, I'm back! So sorry to be posting this so late, or rather early (in the day, heh heh), my friend who was beta-ing this chapter wasn't finished when I went to bed last night. Alas, I have some major thank you's to hand out:
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To CoffeeInMyVeins, I am so happy you think I'm keeping Kol in character. Honestly, that's my biggest concern with this story, keeping the Vampire Diaries characters in character and I hope I'm succeeding with all of them. I know it may seem that Damon 'loves' Olivia, but he doesn't, he just doesn't want to be alone and Olivia is quite correct in assuming she'd be second best to Elena, she doesn't want to be so, as much as he doesn't want to be second best to her. Damon would rather have someone than no one at all, his 'love' is quite superficial for Olivia. Thank you so much for your review, hope you like the latest installment.
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I woke with ringing ears. The sharp, high pitched sound pierced the center of my brain and I moaned low in my throat as fireworks of pain exploded throughout my head. My hip was vibrating but I ignored it as I cautiously dragged my throbbing and overly sensitive body into a sitting position and slid slowly backwards until I was able to gingerly lean against the set of lockers Alaric had slammed me against. I attempted to open my eyes but the edges of my vision seemed brighter, the glaring whiteness so blindingly painful that my eyes burned and watered. When the ringing began again, I squeezed my eyes shut and clamped my hands around my ears as I tried to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. This was worse than a migraine; it felt as if someone had driven the sharp heel of a stiletto shoe into the crane of my head and the skinny length of it has now replaced the stem of my brain. The ringing would stop though and I had to suck in a long breath and grind my teeth together so I could blindly feel around my hip, eventually I dragged out my blaring phone and pressed it to my ear while moaning incoherently into the receiver.
"Olivia, what's going on?" When I answered the frantic voice with a groan, I received an impatient sound. "Why can't you speak?"
"Hustmush," I slurred blearily and pressed my free palm to the center of my forehead.
"Do you know who this is?"
"Ty…ler…"
I heard the muttered sound of relief and then he spoke more clearly into the phone and I tried to follow. "Klaus took Elena and he's going to drain her of all her blood to make more Hybrids. I tried to help her, but I couldn't without revealing that I'm no longer sired to Klaus. Neither Damon nor Stefan are answering their phones, you're the first one to answer."
I released a slow breath, "Okay."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means I'm thinking, for whatever good that will do," I snapped and instantly regretted it as pain sparked throughout my head.
"He can't kill her, Liv – we can't let him win like this."
I opened one eye and then the other, slowly reintroducing myself to the outside light. "Trust me," I growled weakly and gathered my legs closer to me so I could attempt to stand, "he's not going to win. Find Bonnie and Jeremy, I'll send her the plan and you just follow what she says, alright?"
"Plan? What Plan?"
"I'm working on it." I hung up and stuffed the phone back into my pocket before pulling myself to my feet with the support of the lockers behind me. God, it even hurt to stand. My back protested the entire time as I got to my feet and I wondered idly if this is what it felt like to become an old lady. It must be, because it practically took all my energy just to stand and I had to lean against the lockers, the flimsy metal bending and buckling against my weight. How the hell am I going to confront Klaus like this? I complained to myself and looked around blearily at the four unmoving bodies, my eyes landing on the discarded wooden stake. I picked my way across the hall and bent down to retrieve it and as I fondled the deadly weapon between my hands, I decided that if Alaric no longer had access to the indestructible White Oak stake, then he wasn't too much of a threat – so why waste a perfectly good desiccation spell?
With the stake in one hand, I pulled my phone back out of my pocket and pressed the screen to my ear, it rang once. "Liv?! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Bekah – but listen…" I proceeded to explain in detail what had happened, and what her brother was doing to Elena before finishing up with what I had in mind, "Rebekah, I'm taking the stake and I'm going to hide it… no, don't ask me where, we're all better off if I'm the only one who knows… really, you think I'd use it? The only one that I'd like to use it on is Klaus, and that would mean my social circle dwindles down by about half – so no, Rebekah, I have no intention of using it. Right, I'll keep you updated, bye."
The call ended with an abrupt beep and I quickly glanced around the hall for any movement and none came. Taking a step closer to Kol's unconscious form, I peered down the length of my nose at him and tsked quietly, "Karma's a bitch, isn't she Kol?" With my lips pressed into a thin line, I casually stepped over his body and flashed out of the school.
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I wasn't entirely sure if I had chosen the best hiding spot. Despite the probability that few people would think to look there, there were no prevention methods for keeping vampires and humans alike out. Still, I think it would be wise if I got Bonnie to put an enchantment over the stake, just to keep it safe from sticky fingers. At that exact moment, my stomach muscles clenched into a painful knot and a burning thirst raged at the back of my throat that I forced myself to swallow past. How the hell would I be able to do anything for Elena if all I could think about was feeding from some defenseless person in town? You'll need it, Olivia – you can't go after Klaus like this…
With teeth clenched, I stomped off to the center of town while mentally keeping track of how far the sun had gone down. I'm sure Stefan, Damon, and Kol were awake now, Alaric too, and it was only a matter of time before Alaric started to hunt us down. Realizing the short span of time I had to work with, I cut down a back alley and appeared at the parking lot of City Hall, and as luck should have it, all was clear except for one lonely woman headed home for the night. I watched her elongated shadows of the side buildings and her car keys flashed beneath the setting sun before she dropped them. How predictable, I thought dryly with a roll of my eyes as I flashed over to her, snatching the keys from the ground before she could think to bend down.
"Keys," I scoffed, while straightening with a cool smile, "the downfall of even the craftiest of prey."
She stared at me with wide brown eyes and the scream froze on her lips when my eyes bled over and my fangs lengthened, my hand shot out to drive her into the side of the car as I gripped her throat. Capturing her gaze with an unblinking stare, she began to relax when I spoke. The fear was still, very much evident in her eyes, but the scream was no longer poised to escape and her breathing had calmed down some. "You will not move," I instructed quietly, "you will not make a sound," I reiterated the words Kol had spoken to the blonde and my lip twitched involuntarily at the memory. Prove him wrong, Liv, don't kill her…
She did exactly as I said, as expected, and I lunged at her throat, fangs sinking deeply into the artery at her neck. She stood stalk still until her knees gave out and she fell into me, my arms wrapping around her middle to hold her up and I took three final swallows of her blood before dropping her to the ground and stepping away from the body with my head tilted towards the bleeding sky. Blood trailed from my mouth and I licked my lips while glancing down at her body, noting with a smile that she still had a faint heartbeat. Lowering to a crouch, I pressed a newly bloodied wrist to her mouth and pulled it back seconds later, watching with satisfaction as the wound on her neck began to heal. Perhaps I could control myself after all.
"You're going to be just fine," I whispered and patted her cheek softly and when she moaned slightly, I took that as my queue to leave. As I got back to my feet, I pulled my phone out again and called Bonnie. "Hey… yeah, it's me. Listen, Bon Bon, here's the plan…"
I had to twist her arm a little to get her to fall into line, but eventually she agreed. "Stefan and Damon have just shown up…"
"Tell them to wait," I instructed sharply as I stalked back into the looming shadows and away from the parking lot, "I have a promise to make good on before they interfere, Klaus needs to learn his place." With that, I hung up, and disappeared from the alley with a rush of air.
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I could smell Elena's blood from the front entrance to the Mikaelson Mansion, and I could only hope that I had come with enough time to save her. Klaus had Elena bound in one of the informal rooms, that much I could tell as I slunk through the rooms as stealthily as I could, the last thing I needed was to alert Klaus of my presence. But I'm sure if he were paying attention, he'd be able to smell me.
"Consider this me doing you a favour," I heard him drone and I paused in the hallway that would lead me into the room, "once you're dead, you won't have to choose. No broken hearts. Their family stays intact…" Klaus was talking about the Salvatores, even as he was trying to kill Elena, he still goaded her. What a dick. "But just between us girls, who would you have picked?"
I grinned widely at Elena's reply. "Rot in hell," she snapped and I rounded the corner.
"My sentiments, exactly," I announced with a black look and Klaus whirled around to face me, standing defensively before his prey and I imagined myself in Elena's position only a few weeks ago. "I think I made you a promise, Klaus, and I intend to keep it – otherwise riff-raff like yourself seem to forget their place."
He laughed mockingly and I glowered at him as he began to advance slowly, "The only one here who forgets their place is you, little phoenix. You are just an insignificant little mark to my otherwise, fairly pleasant day – the only reason you still live is because my little brother has grown inconveniently attached to you, but since the two of you have had yet another fight, perhaps it's fair to say that the two of you have called it quits?"
A snarl rippled from my throat as my lips curled around my teeth.
"Which sounds to me like you're fair game. Now, you can leave, quietly and without a fuss while I continue to drain Miss Gilbert over here, because I am nothing if not a reasonable man," he sneered and I watched him like a hawk as he sauntered closer to me. "Or," he continued, "You may challenge me and ultimately die as a result, and I will still drain Elena of all her blood. But I leave the choice completely up to you," he finished pleasantly with his hands folded behind his back and a soft smile on his face that underlined his subtle, but not so subtle threat.
I glanced behind him at Elena and she stared back with wide, fearful brown eyes as she silently pleaded with me for help, her strength depleting by the second. Klaus waited patiently for my answer with raised eyebrows, and I gave him one, completely forgetting about my abilities as a phoenix.
In barely half a second I was launching myself across the room and I tackled him around the middle as we soared through the air, landing several feet behind Elena and in an almost entirely different room. He was clearly surprised by the look on his face and as my fist reared back, my eyes bled over so that the veins, as well as my fangs, could come out to play. "I could have died, saving your miserable ass tonight, and thisis the thanks I get?" I hissed and punched him repeatedly in the face before he got his legs underneath mine and propelled me to the side while simultaneously rolling to pin me beneath his form.
"You should have died a hundred years ago like I had intended," he replied in a low tone as his hand clamped around my throat. "Nothing I can't rectify right now, but my only concern is just how I'll do it. Slowly, painfully, or quickly? Just to get you out of my life, out of my family's life – sure Kol would be angry for a few decades, but he'd move on. He always does…"
I guttural hiss exploded from my mouth and I used all my force to flip him over, his hand still clutched my throat and I brought my knee down onto his ribcage, grinning sadistically at the crack of bone snapping. He cried out painfully and made to grab me but I scrambled off of him, hoping that one of his ribs had punctured something. As I was crawling away from him, his hand shot out and grabbed my ankle, dragging me back in his direction until I felt him looming over my back, so I drove my elbow up into his chest and I wasn't sure who it hurt more, him or me. I felt him collapse against me, winded, and I jerked my head up, the back of my skull connecting with a crack against his chin, his bottom teeth clacking harshly against the top and I shoved him off, rolling away and into a low crouch before darting to the side and ripping apart one of the chairs. Snapping one of the legs in two, I brandished it in Klaus's direction, my hand curled tightly around the spindled end so that the jagged edge jutted away from me.
He wasn't on the ground when I turned to face him again, and then my knee was collapsing in a wave of pain as he kicked my knee out. Agony swept up my leg and I screamed, collapsing onto my hands and he soon dragged me up by the hair so that I faced him, his fist so close to my scalp that his knuckles dug into the bone painfully, the hair follicles felt like they were being ripped out. He caught my eyes and flashed me a dauntingly horrific smile. "Slowly and painfully it is," he sneered as his eyes bled into the terrifying, gleaming yellow of his wolf side, the black vampiric veins snaking outwards. I bared my fangs, half in pain and half in defiance as I watched him prepare to strike and my open hand shot to the side and the discarded makeshift stake rattled against the floor and flew into my outstretched hand. I grasped it firmly, like I would a club and brought it whistling through the air, directed at Klaus' face. I hit him dead on, the end of the broken leg splintering in his face, and his head shot to the side. I brought it across his face again, feeling the bones on the other side of his face break again as I struck him from the opposite side, and then I flipped the broken leg into a sturdier position and drove the end of the stake into the center of his stomach, not stopping until only a hands width of the leg stuck out of his chest.
He choked out his surprise when the stake impaled him and he stared down at me with wide eyes, blood spilling over his mouth and his hand at my hair relaxed enough for me to shove him off of me and scramble back. I whimpered at the pain of my leg and as quick as I had for Damon, I snapped the deformed and jagged knee back into place. The pain was unbelievable, white hot and blinding as it exploded up and down my leg and I screamed, the force of my voice dragging against the back of my throat. In a minute, I was able to stand, and I limped over to Elena's figure which had slumped slightly in relief at my apparent victory. I knew he wouldn't be down long, so I had to act quickly and I began to rip furiously at the ropes.
"You okay?" I murmured quietly, once the ropes were discarded and I had her arm around my shoulders.
She nodded numbly, and I noticed how little strength she had, so I quickly bit into my wrist and pressed it to her mouth. "I'll be fine," she protested but I refused to remove my wrist, my arm wrapping around her waist and eventually, she gave in after showing her gratitude to me, "thank you for coming for me, Liv." Her mouth enveloped the bloodied gash at my wrist and I felt her pull gently against the opening.
"Oh don't thank her just yet, Elena."
We both whipped around to face an angry Klaus with a bloody hole in his shirt and a gore coated stake in his hand. My wrist fell away from Elena's mouth before she could get more than a few mouthfuls and then he was flying at both of us, tossing Elena to the side like a simple ragdoll and I was unable to catch her in time before she fell, her head hitting the step with a hard thud that even made me cringe. Klaus grabbed me by the throat again and threw me into the wall before whipping me repeatedly across the face with the stake, not stopping at just two hits. When he finished, and before I could come to enough realization, he was impaling me to the wall with the same dagger I had used on him, driven through my own stomach. I cried out through the rush of blood that flooded my mouth, the air gurgling thickly as I stared down at the wood protruding from my core. Blood oozed out beneath it and I silently thanked myself for having fed tonight, and then Klaus was in my face. "I'll deal with you later," he hissed and I could barely acknowledge his threat.
Suddenly, and very much to my disbelief, a hand shot out of nowhere and curled around the Original hybrid's throat. "Don't think so," a voice snapped, and Klaus was thrown to the side, revealing Tyler. "And I'm not your little bitch, anymore," Tyler seethed as Klaus got to his feet with a slow smile.
"How did you break the sire bond?"
"By breaking every bone in my body over a hundred times for the girl I love," Tyler answered darkly.
Klaus answered with stunned disbelief. "Impossible," he breathed and the chuckle I emitted sounded more like a wheeze.
Tyler's eyes flicked to mine and that was all it took for Klaus to attack. In an instant, they were both across the room, with Tyler pinned between the opposite wall and the hand of an angry sire. From where I was suspended against the wall, I could feel Tyler's imminent death in the surrounding air. "Goodbye, Tyler," Klaus bid with what I detected as a slight tinge of regret and he moved his hand, the claw like fingers about to sink into Tyler's chest cavity to rip out his heart.
Two figures blurred into the room and I watched as Damon wrestled Klaus away, the younger vampire twisting Klaus's arm so that Tyler could take his advantage and grab a hold of Klaus's other arm, repeating Damon's action. Stefan sank his hand into Klaus's chest and I smiled with relief as Stefan made contact for Bonnie's spell. Of course, my plan had been for Klaus to be unconscious when they arrived, but sometimes, plans just don't work out like you wanted them to, so it's a good thing Damon insisted on coming.
As the spell began to take effect, Klaus's flesh turned a decrepit grey colour and the veins turned into an almost inky thickness. Damon walked away from his position at Klaus's side and he walked over to me.
"Care to give a girl a hand?" I smirked weakly, and the stake was removed with a wet sound like a shoe being dragged out of mud. I slid down the wall as Damon left my side with a reassuring smile and he knelt down to speak quietly to Elena. I didn't pay attention to what he said, but I saw Elena nod.
Finally, Stefan removed his hand, and together, he and Tyler lowered Klaus's body to the floor. "We should get her home before the sun sets," Stefan announced as Tyler came over to help me up, his arm going around my waist. Damon walked Elena out of the house in silence while Stefan, Tyler and I stared down at Klaus's desiccated body.
"Your plan worked well, Liv." Stefan stated with a dry smirk and I raised an eyebrow.
"Were you expecting it to fail?"
"Almost everything has failed when it comes to Klaus…" Tyler trailed off.
I glanced up at him and patted him lightly on the chest. "Let's get out of here," I muttered and Tyler helped me out the door with Stefan closely following after one last look at Klaus's unmoving form.
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"I'll be fine, Tyler," I mumbled in frustration as he insisted on walking me to the door. He waited patiently for me as I fished for my keys and fumbled with them against the lock. When the lock clicked out of place Tyler pushed past me, ignoring my verbal protest as he stalked into the center of my home and flicking on the lights. I stepped in behind him and he held out his arm to keep me from going around him and with a firm glance thrown over his shoulder, he disappeared into my house. To the untrained ear, I would think that I was still alone, but I could pick up the occasional movements of Tyler as he searched upstairs and as soon as he had disappeared, he came back with a satisfied look on his face.
"All clear," he affirmed with a confident smirk on his face and I rolled my eyes.
"My hero," I drawled before heading into the kitchen to discard my phone on the island, "you didn't have to search my own house, Tyler. I could have done that."
He scoffed before taking a seat and I shot him an incredulous look, as if to ask who gave him permission to make himself at home. "You know as well as I do, Liv, that with the sun almost down and Alaric ready to spring from the shadows at any second, none of us should be alone. Stefan and Damon have agreed to leave town with Klaus' body, but you can't be here alone if and when Alaric shows up."
I rolled my eyes again. "I don't need a babysitter, Tyler. You may be a hybrid, but so am I – and arguably, I'm a lot stronger than you. I can take care of myself."
"Still," he tried to reason with a shake of his head, "it would be irresponsible for the both of us to be alone…"
"Tyler Lockwood, I'm a big girl and can take care of myself. Go on ahead of me and meet me at Elena's – I know all about Caroline's little celebration. I just want to change out of these bloody clothes."
He eyed me through narrowed eyes and I glowered back at him, "I'll be quick about it, give me fifteen minutes—"
"I can wait for fifteen minutes."
"Tyler," I snapped with exasperation and the artwork on my kitchen wall rattled dangerously against the drywall, as did the glassware in my cupboards. "You're pissing me off, I appreciate your concern but if there's one thing I hate, it is to be made to feel useless and in need of help all the time. I'll meet you at the Gilbert house, save me a shot or two – I could use them after tonight."
He sighed deeply but stood anyway, recognizing a lost battle when he saw one. "Fine, just hurry up. Don't make me have to say 'I told you so'." In a blink of an eye, he was gone, and I released an uneasy breath.
Quietly, I headed upstairs and into my room where my bed was still messed from the night Kol and I spent together and I gritted my teeth against the memory, swearing to myself that I could feel his ghostly touch still on my body and a wave of heat flushed up the length of me. I moseyed over to my dressers and pulled out a simple green, short sleeved shirt and dropped it onto the top of the dresser. I pulled the shirt that I was wearing off, now sticky with drying blood, and tossed it into the trash while shoving the drawer closed with my hip. I relished in the feel of the dry shirt sliding over my torso as I pulled it on but I stilled when the room's atmosphere changed.
"Was wondering when you were going to step out of the shadows," I murmured while turning slowly and Alaric stepped out of the dark hallway and into my room.
His eyebrows were raised as he entered the room, "You knew I was here?" he asked in surprise and at my flat look, added, "Yet you kept quiet, Olivia – how admirable."
"Tyler's sort of hot headed, if you haven't noticed. Things would have only been worse if he'd stayed, so I got him out." A slow smile crept onto Alaric's face as he approached me with lithe movements, his eyes glittering dangerously – nothing like the man I once knew. "You heard me, didn't you?" I demanded while edging around his approaching form, "Back at the school. You weren't unconscious, I should have known that, but it can't be changed now."
"No, it can't," Alaric agreed softly, the danger a faint but noticeable current, a dull edge. "Where's the stake, Olivia?"
"So much focus on one inanimate object; do you feel powerless without it, Alaric? See, that's what I figured, without that stake – you seem to be pretty harmless to me—"
He was across the room in a split second but I feinted to the left and then spun around him, my foot sticking out in the process and Alaric when tumbling to the ground. I darted for the door, but a pair of hands grabbed me by the back of the shirt and threw me against the wall, and Alaric pressed up against my back, his hand curling around my mouth to prevent a scream. I felt him reach into his back pocket and he pulled out a syringe, the thin tip gleamed beneath the light as he pressed down on the end so the liquid could squirt out, a threat of what was to come.
"This'll only pinch a little," he whispered in my ear and I slammed my head against his chin, using the force of my body to push us both away from the wall as I grabbed his right wrist with my left hand. The syringe flew out of his hand and I flung him into the wall with enough force that the drywall cracked. I made a break for the door again but his foot swept mine out from beneath me and I fell so that only my fingertips breached the door frame, his hand gripped my ankle as he began to drag me back and I lashed out with my other foot, feeling the crack of his nose breaking beneath my heel. He snarled in pain and I scrambled away, barely getting to my feet before I was tearing out of the room, and Alaric was hot on my heels, sounding much like a bull in a china shop with the way he came barreling after me.
I managed to get to the top of the staircase when he grabbed me by the arm and spun me around, his fist connecting with the side of my jaw. I heard the shattering crack as my jaw splintered beneath my skin and I howled with pain while falling to my knees at the top of the stairs, hands gripping the handrail. When I looked up, Alaric was glaring down at me and his foot reared back before catching me in the throat, throwing me down the flight of stairs. I rolled and tumbled down them, my spine and shoulders smashing off the wooden edges until I landed with a crumpled heap at the bottom. I let out a moan as blood gushed from my nose and my jaw throbbed something terrible, I couldn't move it without feeling the grating pain of bones rubbing against one another. Slowly, I began to crawl towards the middle of the room and a twist of fear clenched at my stomach as I heard Alaric's footsteps slowly descend the stairs. Opening my outstretched hand towards the fireplace, a rattling sound and the wooden stake I had hidden amongst the fireplace utensils came ripping through the air and into my hand, but before I could grasp it, a foot came stomping down onto my wrist and I screamed in agony as the fragile bones shattered beneath Alaric's heavy heel.
He casually ripped the wooden stake from my hand and flipped me onto my back before hauling me to my feet and bending me over the kitchen island. He didn't pause to gloat, learning from his last mistake before sticking me with the needle tip, and a tidal wave of icy liquid hit my veins. Somehow, Alaric had got his hands on some asphodel, which meant that I was royally screwed. My limbs began to go numb almost instantly and my vision blurred, the window in front of me becoming two and Alaric grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt and dragged me into the dining room before throwing me into a chair and staking my hands to the table, like he had done with Caroline. Tears poured down my face but I barely registered the pain between my broken wrist and jaw, neither of which was healing properly which would mean they'd have to be broken again before they would.
"You just had to fight me, didn't you Olivia?" Alaric chastised me as he shoved the pencils further into my hands. I fought the urge to laugh at the sick thought of a serial killing, vampire hunting, vampire who was once a teacher who uses number 2 pencils as a form of restraint. "Always picking the hard route… I'll ask you one more time, where did you hide the White Oak stake?"
He was crouched at my side and I glowered at his overly pleasant face before spitting directly at him and instantly regretting it when my jaw flared with agony. He calmly wiped the blood and spit off his face and then his hand fisted into the hair at the crown of my head, tilting it back to an uncomfortable angle. "I could drag this out, Olivia, make it real uncomfortable for you. But I'm feeling a little generous at the moment, because there's something you don't know about me, about how I was created. Esther intended for me to be much stronger than her children, and her children as well as their hell spawn," he spat darkly, his eyes taking on a tinge of primitive hatred as he thought of the vampire species, "are unable to compel you, as a phoenix with natural telekinetic abilities you were born with the ability to block attacks on your mind. But because I was made to be so much stronger…"
I swallowed awkwardly, the lump not wanting to pass at the angle my head was at and my eyes widened in fear. "You will do exactly as I say," he murmured quietly, his voice an even hum as an unfamiliar warmth trickled down my spine, disconnecting my thoughts from all around me. "You will answer my questions quickly, concisely, and truthfully…" I heard him say and already I was hanging off every word. I opened my mouth to speak but he shushed me. "I only want you to answer my questions, no other speech is necessary. "
I could feel the compulsion lifting me gently, coaxing me into obeying his every word. There was nothing I could do, nothing else I wanted to do and I nodded in consent as much as I could with his fist still in my hair and he smiled softly. "Now Olivia, tell me where you've hidden the White Oak Stake."
I answered immediately, but it came out as a mumble through my immovable jaw. He sighed lightly to himself and gripped beneath my chin in a not so gentle manner before snapping the bone back into place. I cried out when the pain flared again and the healing began almost instantly. Alaric repeated the question.
I coughed slightly and then admitted weakly, as I knew deep down, I shouldn't answer him, "I hid the stake in the old Tomb beneath the grounds of Fell's church, where the vampires from 1864 were kept…"
Alaric released my head and then he gently smoothed the hair away from my face, tucking some behind my ear before finally resting his palm against the side of my neck. "Thank you for your cooperation, Olivia. It was most helpful." His other hand appeared at the other side of my neck and with a sharp twist he snapped my neck, and for the third time that day, I descended into darkness.
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