Elena
It took about another six hours for my body to regain back to life. It took a few tries to walk around the hotel room.
I'm disappointed that Klaus hasn't left since we arrived here. It's really terrifying to be in the same room with him. I have to eat with him, he sit by me for a while, and he would hand cuff me on a chair for hours. The only close freedom I have is to sleep on my own bed, yet he still shackles me and drugs me if I behave.
Although I hate the drugs, it numbs the pain on my ankles and helps my clear vision on Klaus to disappear. But just a few more days till I get the chance to meet Damon. Until then, everything will be worth it. I just hate to imagine how terribly hurt he might be. I know Klaus, he's up to something. He torments anyone who bugs him. I just hope Damon isn't dead, or close to death. Oh gosh, please not death.
~ A waiter came inside the room. Klaus reached for the key for my shackles while the waiter placed the plates of food on the table. "That'll be all." Klaus said, he handed the waiter a ten dollar bill. The waiter just simply nodded, and walked out of the room. Klaus returned to my side, and bend down on his knees to unlock the shackles.
"I'm not hungry. I wish to go back to my room."
Klaus grabbed my wrist tightly. "Let's eat. If you want to see Damon again, I suggest you to behave." He pulled me up, and dragged me to the table.
As the two of us sat, I couldn't help but to release my uncontrollable anger. "What's the point of me staying here? Klaus. You are a murderer, a criminal. Your hands are covered in blood from thousands of lives."
Klaus picked up his fork, and lowered his eyes down to his food. "Enough of your usual pleading, and judgment toward me." He took a bite of a freshly garnished shrimp.
"Klaus, just give me one answer. Please...I really want to know if Damon is okay. Please, I beg of you. Can't you answer me that."
Klaus lifted his head. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Your brother hasn't called me since the day you saw him."
My heart stopped. "Jeremy. You let my brother get involved with this. Klaus, his sick! How dare you?!"
Klaus took a bite of some mashed potatoes. He dabbed his lips with the dinner napkin. "Your brother is going to die anyway."
I slammed my fist straight down on the table. "Klaus."
"Elena, you said it yourself. Jeremy is sick. That is something that you can't fix, and definitely something that my money can't fix. But I been helping him, and what his doing now is a dept his paying me. The two of you have a dept to pay for me. I gave you-"
"You gave me nothing but misery and pain! I never wanted your filthy money to help my life."
Klaus placed his fork down. "But you did."
"I did. But only for my needs, and my brother's. If I knew it was for a lifelong punishment, I would never consider it."
A slight curve spread on his lips. No sign of amusement, or happiness. Just a sign that he's ready to bring me down.
"You are such a hypocrite."
"Excuse me?"
"You say that you care for you brother, and you'll risk anything for him. But you can't risk to go through a dept with me."
I rose from my seat. "Stop toying with my words!"
"I'm not toying with any of your words, Elena. What I speak of is the truth."
I walked away from the table with all the energy I had left in my body.
Klaus remained on his seat. "Come back here."
"Make me, psycho." I grabbed the door knob and went inside.
I jumped on the bed, and went under the covers. Klaus came inside. 'Great. Just say whatever you want and leave.' But something was a little different.
He remained silent. He suddenly grabbed my lower ankles, and pulled me down. As my feet landed on the ground, he half nelson me tightly.
"What are you doing?! Klaus let go of me!"
He took a few steps back quickly. His hands folded together against my forehead, and he slammed my head against the wall. My vision is unsteady, and my head feels like a cracked egg.
"You told me to make you behave. So be it." He slammed my head once more on the wall.
"Are you going to behave?" I shook my head.
He sighed. "Wrong answer, my love." He slammed my head a second time.
"Are you going to walk back to that table, and eat as I say?" I still shook my head. A third pound boomed on the wall.
"Elena. I could do this all day. And it won't be your head. I want that brain of yours to film every second of this next torture I had thought of just now. If you really want to look good for Damon, I suggest for you to do the right thing."
I spit a gush of blood. I know that if anyone was in my position, they'll do anything for Klaus to stop beating. But I hate to make that decision. The fear the people have on him, give him nothing but power. And if this continues, his wrong actions will continue to hurt other people as well.
"That's the thing, Klaus. Tonight will probably be the last time I'll ever see him. What's the point if I'm injured? What's the point of hoping that someone will save me? I don't want to be your puppet no more. I don't. But you always claim what is yours. So why should I care if I die by your hands. Katherine had been there. I might as well experience such a disappointing death."
Klaus doesn't need to use any words to describe his anger, the hidden hurting inside him by my harsh words. But he sure did show it as he slammed me much harder on the wall. And I don't think his finished. He grabbed the back of my hair, and slammed me down on the floor.
"I'm not going to continue since you'll be seeing Damon soon. He has my money, and I wouldn't want him to refuse to give it to me by seeing you in such a horrible state. But watch out for next time, my dear. I won't let it slide at all by then." He walked away, closing the door behind him. Leaving me alone on the cold marble floor.
Okay. I read some of the reviews and I caught something. A lot of you were shocked that Damon was shot a lot. Well, sorry guys. I promise this story will be good. I just need a strong suspense in the story. But I'll think of some ways to push away your "oh my gosh!" shocking quotes with something else in the story. And sorry again for not updating for so long. Tomorrow, I'm kind of planning on updating for my other story. I bet my other followers are really angry at me for not updating for so long. I'm just having a hard time with that story. Anyway, enjoy. Bye.
P.S.
If any of you don't know what a "half nelson" is then look it up on Google. It's a wrestling position. I read a lot of short stories that uses these terms in English class. So if you don't know what it is, just look it up. And sorry if I confused any of you. Bye - bye.
