My head hurt and wherever I was, it was dark and hard to breathe. Actually, I can't even see a thing. It's like I'm in some kind of box, as there's a wall above my head, at my feet, and to each of my sides.
You'd think that the dagger in my heart would be the first thing I'd notice, but it wasn't. However, I do know it's there now and it's annoying me. I went to move my arm to take the dagger out, but then my hand gently hit a velvet roof and I realized exactly where I was.
Klaus had snapped my neck and then put me in a bloody coffin! If the dagger had've worked - which it obviously didn't because then the coffin wouldn't be closed - then who knows how long I would've been in here for! When I get out of here, I'm going to demand the truth from Will and then kick Klaus' ass!
Furiously, I kicked the coffin lid off and then sat up, yanking the white oak dagger out of my chest while I was at it. I was really hungry, so I was gonna have to eat first, but that doesn't matter. Maybe I'll feed off of Will if he knew this was going to happen.
I felt a pain in my head and growled, letting my fangs slip out. When I turned my head, ignoring the pain, I saw that it was Davina who was using her witchy powers on me. My fangs disappeared and I sighed, knowing she was probably just doing what she was told.
When I finally got my senses back, I saw that Elijah was here too. He looked as weak as I felt, and it clearly surprised him that I could easily get out of the coffin and act as if nothing had happened. When I see Klaus, I'm going to snap all the bones in his body before I snap his neck.
"Ugh," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "How bad do I look?"
"How are you awake?" Davina asked, confused. "Klaus gave me your body as some kind of peace offering, and now you're awake. Is he trying to kill me?"
"No, but I'm considering killing him," I said, dusting off my dress, which was now ruined by the blood and the hole in it from when I got stabbed. "I'm sure I interrupted some kind of diplomatic meeting, so I'm just going to go. Do you mind? I'm sure you don't."
Before either Elijah or Davina could stop me, I used my last bit of strength to leave the attic. I ended up in the middle of a church that radiated some kind of dark power. A lot of people must've died here, and in a pretty terrible way.
Moving so quickly severely weakened me, and I stumbled forward before falling to my knees. I coughed, and I'm sure that if I had more then one measly drop of blood in my system, I would be coughing that up. I need to feed soon, or I'll end up desiccating.
Someone rushed over to me, to see if I was alright. I looked up and saw a man in his mid-forties maybe. His veins were pumping, and I could basically smell his blood and hear the blood rushing through his body. It took all of my self-control not to kill him then and there.
Whoever this man was, he was dressed like a priest. His blue eyes showed a kind of sadness that I only see when I look in the mirror and let my mask of confidence and happiness fall. He looked kind, but I know better then to trust someone based off their appearance. After all, people think I'm an angel until I kill them just because I'm another pretty face.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, helping me up. "I didn't see you there before. I'm Father Kieran."
"Well, I just got here," I told him, taking a step away from him so I didn't repay his small kindness with a torn jugular. "I woke up in the attic, and left before the witch could stop me. I-I need to go."
"You're Thalia Ashwood," he stated, unsurprisingly turning hostile. "Marcel warned me that he was keeping you up there. I'm meant to put you down if you escape, but he doesn't call the shots in my church. Go before someone else sees you."
I went to walk out, but then I stumbled again. On instinct, Father Kieran reached out to catch me. He made a mistake, and I almost bit into his wrist and sucked him dry. My fangs slipped out, but I forced them back and moved away.
"I need blood, and you're a walking blood-bag," I pointed out, weakly. "It's pretty clear that I need blood or I'm going to desiccate, so you might want to leave the church until my friend gets here with some blood. You seem nice, and I'm feeling like a nice person, so I'm not going to kill you. I suggest you go."
Father Kieran hurried away, and I stumbled over to one of the pews. I took a seat and pulled out my phone. Thankfully, it still had some battery, so I texted Will and just waited.
My entire body ached and my veins felt like sandpaper. It was hard to focus on one thing because my senses were on over-drive, trying to find a source of blood. I won't desiccate for at least three more days without blood, but the waiting process is painful. It's happened to me once before, and I still remember how much I hated it and how painful it was.
Honestly, I was so out of it that hours could've passed, or it could've just been seconds. I can hear Davina's blood pulsing and the rush of it coursing through her veins. Her blood smelled bitter and metal-like, but to a vampire it's a sweet smell. It's the smell of life and the smell of my source of food.
The doors to the church were pushed open and I could smell the blood of those out on the streets. I could hear their hearts pumping blood through their bodies, and the way they spoke in all different tones. When the doors shut again, the noise became a lot fainter.
I could sense someone coming closer, but I couldn't be bothered with moving. If I knew them, I wouldn't tear them apart. If I don't, I'll take them out of the church to kill them. I may be a cold-hearted bitch, but I do respect every religion and their sacred spaces unless I have to take action.
This person radiated the power only a witch could, and smelled exactly like Will. He always smelled faintly of pine, but mainly of the fancy cologne he wears, which actually smells good and not like a waste of money. I could assume this was the warlock, as he stopped at my feet and stifled a laugh, but I knew he was grinning.
"Are you going to give me some blood or are you going to laugh at my pain?" I asked, more than mildly annoyed. "My agitation is heightened right now and so is my hunger, so it won't be my fault if I tear your throat out."
I sat up and saw Will grinning at me, with a blood bag in his hand. One should last, but they're always cold and I hate cold blood. I prefer to get it from the vein of a living, breathing human, even if it means killing them to become full.
He was so undeniably handsome that it hurt to look at him, but I couldn't help but focus on the veins in his neck. Will noticed, and his oddly dark eyes met my own. His teeth must've been whitened because his smile was almost blindingly white.
Will was kind enough to toss me the blood bag. I ripped the cap off of it and drunk it hungrily, but I made sure not to get any drops of blood on the carpet. Something tells me that more than enough blood has been spilled here.
"You're still hungry," Will pointed out, as I licked the remaining blood off of my lips. "Do you want some more blood?"
Before I could respond, he pulled out a knife from seemingly nowhere. He pressed it to his throat and slit it as I ran to stop him. I could see the glassy look in his eyes, and I knew that this was Klaus' doing.
A cry left my throat as I bit my wrist and pressed it to Will's mouth, forcing him to feed. With my other hand, I placed it over the cut on his throat. Once Will had a bit of my blood, I saw that it wouldn't work fast enough, and licked the wound, hoping my venom would work in time.
He was bleeding out quickly, and if I weren't so old I would've drained him by now. I felt the wound closing up, so I gave Will a bit more of my blood. It would replace all of the blood he's missing quick enough anyway.
Will began to cough and splutter, but the cut across his neck was healed. I was on my knees, so I fell back and sat on the ground. My legs were sort sprawled out on the floor, and Will was holding his throat. Before he could even figure out what had happened, I threw the knife towards the door.
I turned my head and saw Klaus there, with a cold smirk on his face. The knife had been aimed at him, and somehow he had grabbed it's hilt. I sensed him in the room, and I had hoped he didn't expect the knife.
"I knew you still cared about him," Klaus stated. "I wasn't too sure you would keep him human in time, though. That was very close, love."
Quickly, I got to my feet and rushed at Klaus. I'm physically stronger then him, so I lifted him off of his feet, and held onto his neck. I let my fangs slip out for just a second, but then I glared at him and held back a sneer as Klaus clawed at my arm.
Seeing how I still need a bit more practice with my shadows, I decided to let them enter Klaus' body through his throat. He began to gag and the grey veins that are usually hidden appeared. A strangled yelp of pain left him as the shadows travelled through his blood stream, but then I threw him back.
Klaus jumped to his feet, and I flicked my hands up. A wave of shadows dragged him forward, and he fell to his knees before me. They pierced his chest and he yelled in pain. Then I kicked Klaus in the face, and he fell back.
Just to make this even more dramatic, I pulled him to his feet by grabbing the collar of his shirt. Then I let his shirt go, and just glared at Klaus. I knew that my eyes had gone black, and that they were now going back to usual, but it's still intimidating.
"Never harm my friends!" I hissed. "Do it again, and I'll show you what I can really do!"
I walked away from Klaus before he could say or do anything. Will came with me, and I was glad to say that my neck wasn't snapped this time...