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Back at the boarding house, I go in to shut down mode. Nothing matters right now. Everything is fucked. Poor Jenna is dead. That other lady - even though she was a werewolf - is dead. Elena is a vampire. Klaus is a... what is he now? A wolfpire? It's all too much for me to take.
I consider flipping my switch. Turning it off. Getting rid of my humanity so I don't feel anything anymore. So I don't care about the lives that was lost tonight. Poor Jenna. Tears escape my eyes once again as I picture Jenna laying, slumped on the floor, completely lifeless.
I am hurting so bad, I just don't know what to do. The more I sit here, thinking about it all, the more angry I get. Pretty soon, my anger turns to rage. I have to do something. Anything.
In my messed up state of mind, I recklessly decide to take revenge. I quickly vamp out of the house, hell bent on finding Klaus and Elijah and I'm going to try and put a stop to him. Im not just going to lay down and take his murderous bullshit anymore - even is he kills me!
I vamp back to Stevens Quarry where Elijah and Klaus was last seen, not for a moment believing that they will still be here, or anywhere near here for that matter, but it's a starting place.
Luckily for me, the bodies are gone. Damon must have came back and moved them. Heading in the direction I seen Elijah jump through the fire, I try to concoct a plan.
The only thing I can think of right now is revenge. So I forget the planning and just run. Run until I see a sign that they have been where I am. The only official plan that I have, because I can't stand to see anyone hurt, is to flip my switch as soon as I am near them. That way I will be able to try and take my revenge without my dumb humanity getting in the way!
I couldn't tell you how long I have been running, but it feels like days. I have seen signs of Klaus' presence, all the destruction he has left in his wake, yet I am still no closer to finding him or Elijah.
I stop for a rest. Pulling out my phone I see umpteen missed calls and texts. They are off Damon, Stefan, Ric, Elena... it seems I have a fan club. I know they're probably worried about me, but I am on a mission and I can't have them getting in my way.
Getting back on my feet, turning my phone off as I do so, I continue on my quest. It only takes another couple of hours before I come across fresh blood. That means they are close.
I slow my speed and and strain my hearing, trying to pick up on any noise they might make. After roughly half a mile, I hear the faint sound of male voices. The closer I get, the clearer they are.
I can hear Klaus bragging about the kills he has made and how good it felt being free. Escaping the curse that was placed on him by his mother. I can also hear Elijah telling him that he has had to clean up his messes after him whilst he's been running free.
I stand still, mentally debating the consequences of switching off my humanity. Will I be able to turn it back on? Will I be able to live with myself afterwards?
The sound of Klaus' evil laugh breaks me from my reverie and before I can give it another thought, I flip the switch.
The only way I can describe what I feel as soon as it's switched it empty. Completely void of emotion. Happiness. Love. Anger. Hate. All gone. Complete and total nothingness.
Although I no longer feel the urge to hurt Klaus anymore, I still remember the reason why I've turned it off. I snap a branch from the tree nearby, holding it firmly tucked in my arm, and run in the direction of the voices.
Vamping at the speed I am, I completely take Klaus by surprise as I ram the thick branch right through him. The feral roar that escapes his lips is so satisfying to me, I can't help the smirk that takes over my face.
Within seconds, Klaus is on his feet, his yellow eyes burning through me, his fangs extended as he lunges right at me. I know I'm about to die, yet I don't even flinch.
"NIKLAUS, NOOO!" Elijah screams, jumping in front of me, effectively saving my life.
"STAND OUT OF MY WAY, ELIJAH," Klaus shouts back, removing the branch out of his chest cavity, his wolfpire face in full glory. I remain in place, not caring how this pans out.
"I SHALL NOT STAND BY AND WATCH YOU KILL A CHILD, NIKLAUS!" Elijah returns. Now normally, being referred to as a child would royally piss me off, but now I feel nothing.
"THAT 'CHILD' HAS JUST STAKED ME, ELIJAH!" Klaus continues with a murderous glint in his wolfy eyes. I smile at his frustration, knowing it will piss him off more.
"STAND DOWN, NIKLAUS," Elijah instructs him. "I shall take care of the child!" As angry as Klaus is, he does as Elijah tells him.
"Sophia, would you mind telling me what you're doing here and why you impaled my brother?" Elijah asks, turning to face me. I open my mouth to speak, but he continues. "Do your brothers know that you are here?"
"Are you actually going to let me answer you, or do you wanna throw a few more questions at me before I get the chance to, you fucking stupid dick?!" I reply.
"THATS ENOUGH!" Klaus shouts, circling around Elijah and backhanding me across the face. It hurt, but I wasn't bothered. The only sign I made to show that he had struck me was moving my jaw from side to side to make sure it wasn't broke or dislocated. I stare emotionlessly at the pair of them.
I can see Elijah narrowing his eyes, searching my face for something.
"What?" I ask him, looking him up and down.
"There is something different about you." He states, tilting his head to the side slightly.
I fake gasp, covering my mouth in a shocked expression. "Really?" I say, rolling my eyes.
"You cheeky..." Klaus starts to say whilst stepping towards me.
"Niklaus..." Elijah interrupts him, holding out his arm to prevent him from getting any closer to me. "...I think young Sophia here has flipped her humanity switch!"
"Ding ding ding. You're smarter than you look!" I say, giving him 2 thumbs up.
I wake up in the Michaelson Mansion. My neck is hurting. It takes a couple of moments for everything to catch up to me.
"What the fuck did you do?" I ask Elijah as my eyes focus on him, standing across the room.
"Watch your mouth!" Klaus says from the other side of the room.
I turn my attention to him, standing there in a long-sleeved, black t-shirt and form fitting jeans. Why does he look so hot right now?
"Or what?" I ask, wanting to rile him.
"Cuss again, Love and you'll know exactly what!" He warns me, menacingly.
"Fuck you!" I call him out on his threat.
Within seconds, Klaus is beside me, grabbing my upper arm and pulling me alongside him. His grip on my bicep getting tighter with each step.
We stop next to the dining room table before he roughly throws me against it, my upper body continuing forward when my waist has come to an abrupt stop, due to hitting the table. Klaus wastes no time in pinning my upper body down using his left hand on my lower back and striking my bum with his right.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yell, surprised by his actions. Klaus awards me with a quick flurry of spanks on the backs of my thighs. Man does this shit hurt. I bite my lower lip, only letting out a quick groan in response.
Klaus methodically smacks my entire butt, making sure to hit every spot at least 5 times. And believe me when I say this, they are ridiculously hard smacks. Even though my emotions are turned off, I can still feel pain - and this pain is harsh!
I try my best not to show him that he is actually hurting me, shouting commands for him to get off of me but predictably, it falls on deaf ears.
"GET OFF ME, NOOOOW!" I yell, trying my best to push my upper body up from the table. It is completely useless, my strength is no match for his.
"YOU INSUBORDINATE LITTLE WENCH," Klaus yells back at me. "WHO ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE SPEAKING TO?" He questions, continuing his onslaught on my almost broken derrière.
The smacks keep coming with no sign of him letting up any time soon. Balling my hand in to a fist and holding my breath, I punch the table beneath me as hard as I can, breaking it. My whole body crashes to floor.
Without missing a beat, I am up on my feet and vamping to the front door to make my escape. Unfortunately, I come to a crashing halt, Elijah standing between the door and myself - I don't know why I always try this as I never make it.
"I'm sorry Sophia," Elijah says, "for now, you are to stay here with us, do not leave these premises." He compels me. I try to remember the last time I had drank some vervain, pretty sure it was at least 2 days ago. That means that there will be none in my system, meaning this compulsion will work. I try to leave anyway and come crashing, face first in to nothing. I thought so... what the hell am I going to do now?! FML!!
"So, what now? What's the point in keeping me locked away in here?" I turn and ask Elijah.
"The point, as you call it, in keeping you here where you can be observed, is because you have your humanity switched off and I would hate for you to make a mistake that you may regret for the rest of you existence.
This has got to be some sort of joke.
"What does it matter to you how I feel? Or what I do?" I ask him. Walking passed him back to the living room.
"Actually, Sophia, it matters to me more than you realise." I roll my eyes but say nothing in return. "You are special, Sophia... You, unlike every other vampire in existence, have been able to abstain from taking a human life.
"And..." I question him, not understanding where he is going with this.
There is another awkward silence...
"What I am trying to say, young Sophia, is that until you turn your humanity back on, you shall be staying under this roof where I can keep a close eye on you."
Ok, I was not expecting that.
"Are you serious?" I ask him. "You're going to keep me here forever as I have no intentions of turning it back on. Why would I? I should have done this alonnnng time ago!" I smile to myself, thinking about all the death I have recently witnessed and know that it is not effecting me in the slightest.
"This is not you, Sophia... If you want to leave, you will have to turn your humanity back on." He turns and leaves the room, leaving me sitting there wondering what the fuck I am going to do.
Klaus comes in to the room, still looking pissed and completely ignores me. That's good for me as I don't want that hybrid dick to even acknowledge my existence right now.
He takes a seat opposite me. Staring at me. It's making me feel so uncomfortable. I just can't anymore.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" I ask him, putting on my most disgusted face.
"It seems you don't learn from your own mistakes, Love. Would you like another taste of your earlier punishment?" He questions in return.
"Eeeerm obviously not!" I answer back, rolling my eyes at him. Like I would even say yes? Dick!
"I didn't think so," he's says, chuckling to himself.
"So what the plan, hybrid man?" I ask him, wanting to know exactly what will happen if I don't turn my switch back on.
"There is no plan. My brother wants you here, so here you shall stay for as long as needs be." His shrugs his shoulders as if it's normal to talk about kidnapping people and holding them against their will.
"Yeah, well what about my brothers? Do you honestly think they're going to be alright with me being here? You know how much they hate you!" I fold my arms across my chest, waiting for his answer.
"I simply do not care what the Salvatore's think, truth be told. Nor do I care wether your humanity is off or on. I am just abiding my brothers wishes by having you here." He is so nonchalant about this whole situation, it's ridiculous!
"Let me warn you though, Sophia... if you take one step out of line whilst under my roof, I will be there to put you on your place. Each and every transgression, I will make you sorry for. Do you understand me, little Salvatore?" His threat is loud and clear. It's a shame I don't care what he is saying! I smirk in response.
"Whatever Klaus..." I shrug my shoulders and stand up to leave the room. "Where's Elijah?"
If I am to stay here, there must be a room I can stay in so I am not around them.
"He is in the kitchen, preparing something to eat for you."
"Awww how sweet of him. Tell him not to bother as I don't want fuck all off of either of you!"
I walk around the upstairs of the mansion, opening random doors. All of the room behind them a huge! Each one is fully furnished with what looks to me like very expensive furniture. I'm more than certain that they wouldn't want any of this getting broke. An idea forms in my head. They won't want me here if I destroy their precious home!
Picking up a bedside unit, I launch it threw the window. It makes a satisfying smash before landing with a loud bang outside, making it look like a cheap flat pack from IKEA. I manage to throw the ornate desk against the wall before Elijah comes speeding in to the room.
He scans the room to see what is going on, looking back to me just in time to dodge a chair that is flying towards his head. I lean down to pick up what I can only describe as a pirates treasure chest when he vamps over to me, grabbing me and roughly shoving me against the far wall.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" He asks, sounding daft as he makes sure the 'h' is heard when he says 'what'.
"What does it look like I am doing?" I say in a duh tone.
"Quite frankly, it looks to me as if you are purposely destroying a part of my home. Yet I know that is not possible as even you, in your current state of mind, would not be so foolish!" He speaks so calmly it's kinda unnerving.
"Well then, I guess I'm a fool!" I say after considering his words.
"Yes, it certainly appears that way, at this very moment at least." Elijah pulls off a bit of nonexistent fluff from his sleeve cuff.
"Yeah, not just this "very moment"," I reply, using air quotes. "As long as you keep me trapped in here, I will continue to destroy every bit of it I can!"
"Hmmm, well it seems that you will be having a very uncomfortable stay here. Come..." He partly turns towards the door, indicating that he want me to follow him, curling his pointer and middle finger repeatedly.
I remain where I stand, not wanting to go anywhere with him.
"I suggest you do as you are told and not make this any harder on yourself,"
"I suggest you go and fuck your brother!" I return, folding my arms across my chest. How the fuck am I going to cope being here with these two inbreds?
There is a brief moment of silence, it seems neither one of us know what to do right now.
"Remember, young Sophia, you were warned." He says this so calmly, yet menacingly, an instant feeling of dread washes over me. I take two steps back before vamping out of the door.
I don't know why I'm bothering to try and escape as there is nowhere for me to go. I am stuck here until the compulsion is either lifted or is broken.
I reach the bottom of the stairs before I slam, face first, in to Niklaus.
"Going somewhere, Love?" He asks me, looking as smug as a pig in mud.
"Ummm," I look behind me and see Elijah only a few feet away, "no, obviously..."
A hand gets a good grip of my left upper arm, firmly pulling me along side it's owner. Once we reach the living room, Elijah stops next to the sofa, keeping a hold of my arm.
"Get of me now!" I tell him, tying to pull my arm free.
"I shall release my hold when I am through with you," he replies, once again pulling me.
This time he take a seat, gently guiding me across his lap. I try to resist but its hard. He, like Klaus, is so strong.
"Not again... Elijah don't do this!" Although I am not scared of Elijah, I still know that a spanking at his hands is sure as hell going to hurt.
"Sophia, you were warned of the consequences to your actions. You did not heed that warning, so now you must pay the price."
He doesn't say another word, opting to let his hand speak for him. After all, actions speak louder than words, so they say.
I managed to stay stoic for the first two dozen swats, but it is getting increasingly harder by the second. I don't want to beg as I know it will have no effect. All it will do is make me look weak. Like the child they see me as. I need to try my best to keep it together. I bite my lip in an attempt to keep myself from shouting out or crying.
My butt is burning. I can barely breathe. I would rather him just kill me and get it over with.
"Gahhh!" The sound escapes my mouth, due to a particularly hard swat, before I can stop it. A grunting sound soon follows.
"I suggest you give in, young one. The longer you take, the longer I take," Elijah tried to reason with me. I let out a breathe that I was holding in, filling my lungs with fresh air, I give in.
"Okay, okay. Just stop?" I say, reaching my hand behind me, trying to protect my ass.
"We're not quite there yet," is his only reply as he swiftly moves my hand away, pinning it to the bottom of my back, before he picks up his tempo, increasing the strength and volume of his smacks.
I gasp out loud, I can't keep my composure anymore.
"Aaahahooow! Please Elijah? No more..." my tears are coming freely now. It hurts so bad. I was still hurting from Klaus' spanking, then this one on top is too much, even for me.
I grunt and groan with each spank. I begin to wildly kick out with my legs. Elijah easily traps them by using his own. I give in. What other choice do I have? I lay there, excepting each swat. It's not until I feel him tug down my jeans that I feel a new sense of self preservation.
"NOOO! Pleeeeease, Elijah. N-no more!" I beg, not caring anymore how childish I sound. "AARRGGHHH! P-pl-pleaheheese stooop!" I am all out sobbing now. Unable to keep it in.
Elijah pauses for a moment.
"Why are you receiving this spanking, Sophia?" He asks, like I could answer him if I even wanted to. He continues when he gets no reply.
"Aaahahahaaahowww!" The sound of his hand connecting with my butt, with only my thin panties to offer protection, is horrendous. "N... n... p... p..." I can no longer even form a word. I don't even try to when I feel Elijah raise his right leg and lower his left, knowing that he is about to slap the most sensitive part of all.
I have nothing left within me. This is the worst spanking I have even gotten - off anyone! Elijah finishes off with a final twenty smacks before gently pulling my jeans back up. I am partially aware that he has stopped, but I know I don't have the energy to get up off his lap. His hand remains on my back, but with no pressure.
I slowly pull myself sideways, falling from his legs to the floor. Then I just stay there, continuing to sob. I don't care that I am on the floor. I don't care how I look. Alls I care about is the fire that still seems to be growing on my ass.
I wake up on the sofa. Blinking a few times, not quite remembering what has happened in my dazed state, I see Klaus staring at me. Everything comes flooding back. I immediately sit up, regretting it as soon as my butt feels the weight of my body. "OWWW!" I hiss, leaning myself to the side, my weight going on to my hip instead. Klaus chuckles at me antics. I frown.
"Where's Elijah?" I ask him. I really need some blood. I haven't had any for over 2 days and my body is so weak without it.
"He has gone to see your brothers." He replies, still staring intently at me.
"What?" No way has he gone to them.
Klaus stares at me, curiosity obviously taking over him.
"Why did you do it?" I don't understand his question.
"Why did I do what?" I ask, needing him to elaborate.
"Why did you turn off your humanity?" He seems genuinely interested.
I consider wether or not I should tell him.
"Because before I couldn't handle seeing death. When I seen what you had done, it was too much, so I turned it off." I decided to answer him, with a shrug off my shoulders.
"Ah yes, I remember you was always so caring." He replies, confusing me.
"What do you mean you remember?" His response makes no sense to me. It's like he is implying that he has known me before. Weird!
He doesn't answer me. He just continues to stare.
"Can I ask you a question now?" I answered his so it's only fair.
"If you wish?" He says, nonchalantly.
"Why do you kill people like they mean nothing? Like their existence means nothing?" I ask.
"Because they don't!" He stands up after speaking, walking towards the door.
I sit here, considering what he has just said. He has serious issues! Not happy with his answer, I decide to go after him. I find him in a room near the back of the mansion, surrounded by tons of paintings. He is painting one that is propped up on an easel.
"Did you paint all of these?" I ask, forgetting why I came in here.
"Yes," he answers simply. I walk around, looking at each and every one of them. They're good. Most of them are dark in nature, but they are good.
"You have a lot of hatred inside of you!" I tell him as I look at a particular painting. He laughs out loud.
"What makes you say that, little Salvatore?" He stops painting, turning his attention towards me.
"It's kinda obvious by the way you paint. Your perception of things is only of the worst kind. The is nothing light or happy about them. They show misery. Pain and suffering." I give him my interpretation of what I see.
He stares at me once again, squinting his eyes as he does so.
"Would you like a drink or something to eat?" He offers me. I think he is trying to change the subject as I have hit a little too close to home for his comfort. Oh well...
"Have you got any blood?" My thirst is getting unbearable.
"Ah yes. Elijah went and obtained some for you whilst you was sleeping." He walks passed me, heading for the kitchen. I follow wordlessly.
He throws a bag to me, a disgusted look on his face. I ignore him.
"Have you at least got a cup?" Although I do drink from the bag sometimes, I prefer it warm and in a cup.
"Over there..." he says, pointing to dish rack with various plates and cups.
I pour the contents in to the cup and place it in to his microwave.
"Would you like me to make one for you?" I offer.
"No thank you, little one. I prefer it straight from the vein."
"Little one? Really? I am literally like only a couple of inches shorter than you!" I express my annoyance.
Klaus smiles at me, looking completely different than his normal self. It makes him look sweet. That thought takes me off guard and I quickly shake my head to get rid of it. Klaus is far from sweet!
"Would you like something to eat?" He offers.
"What? You're going to cook?" I don't know why the idea of him cooking is so strange to me.
"Yes. Unless you would rather I ordered something to be delivered?"
"Umm..." my stomach rumbles as I think about it. Like blood, I haven't eaten for days either. "I'm easy. I'll have whatever you're having?"
Klaus decides to cook something himself. It's so strange sitting here, watching him cook. It makes him seem normal. When you think about the things he does, or has done, it's hard to imagine him doing normal things.
Klaus plates up, putting one in front of me. It's a burger and fries. It smells so nice. I start to eat it straight away, not caring how hot it is as I am starving. Klaus sits opposite me, the same on his plate. We both sit in silence until all the food has been devoured.
I clear my throat before I look at him.
"Have you got anything to drink?" I query. My mouth is bone dry.
"I'm sure we will have something to your taste. What would you like?" He stands up, making his way over to the kitchen.
"How about a glass of bourbon?" There is no harm in trying, is there?"'
"I don't think your brothers would be too happy with me if I gave you that." He thinks for a second. "Okay!" I cheeky grin spreads across his face.
Klaus disappears and is back within seconds, holding two glasses full of bourbon, a bottle tucked under his arm. Is this a joke? Is he going to pull it away from me when I try to grab it?
"Are you serious?" I ask him, not believing him for a second.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He replies, putting the glass down on the table in front of me.
I quickly take a hold of the glass before he can take it back. The smell is vile! I have a mouthful and I can feel it burning my chest as it makes its way down to my stomach.
"Yak!" My body shivers from the taste. "It tastes even worse than I remember!"
"Your brothers have let you drink this?" He asks, curiously.
"I didn't say that... they didn't "let" me," I answer, using air quotes.
Klaus laughs and I join him. I quickly finish the contents of the glass before asking for another. To my surprise, he fills it back up again. I eye him warily as I shot the drink back. He laughs at me, shaking his head.
"Be careful, Love. That's strong stuff." He points to my empty glass.
"It was..." I laugh.
We remain at the table for a short while. Klaus has let me have another 3 glasses and I am starting to feel a bit funny. I have another full glass ready to be drunk.
"Follow me..." he says, standing from the table, opening his arm and waiting for me to join him. Keeping a hold of my drink, I see where this is going.
We stop in an overly large room, next to a piano.
"Play me something." He says, guiding me to the stool in front of it. I laugh.
"I can't play that!" My speech is slightly slurred.
"Come on. Try it," he encourages.
I sit down on the stool, placing the glass between my thighs and touch the keys. My vision is starting to blur. Klaus sits next to me and starts playing a beautiful melody.
"Come on, Love." He stops, placing my hands on the keys, before continuing. Before I have a chance to even think, I start playing along with him. My fingers matching his. The melody exactly the same, just in a different key.
I jump up from the stool, forgetting about the glass between my thighs until I hear is smashing on the floor beneath me.
"How did I play that?" I ask, completely confused. I have no memeort or ever playing the piano before. "How did you know I could play that?" I get no answer. He looks at me for a moment before continuing to play.
I go to walk away but stumble. My feet don't seem to want to work like they normally do.
"Steady, Love..." Klaus says, grabbing my arm so I don't fall over.
"Get off me you weirdo!" I snatch my arm back, feeling totally freaked out.
I head back to the living room, leaving Klaus sitting at the piano. Stumbling over to the drinks table, I get myself another bourbon. Klaus won't mind right? I mean, he has already given me 6!
The music stops playing, whilst I slowly make my way over to the sofa. Once I am half way through this glass, Klaus comes back in.
"Uhhhhh!" I groan out loud. He says nothing in return.
By the time an hour passes, I am completely wasted. Like seriously off my face drunk!
"Hey yooooou," I slur, talking to Klaus. "Put some moosic on will ya! I feel like dancing!" I stand up, swaying from side to side.
Klaus leads me to the radio and searches through the stations. A song comes on that I really like - Enjoy The Silence by Anberlin. I turn it up to it's full volume and I start to dance. The alcohol has seriously effected my judgement as I grab a hold of his hand and pull him along with me, making him dance too.
Halfway through the song, we are both enjoying our selves. Spinning around, laughing out loud. I am having a good time.
"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?" I hear a loud voice boom over the sound of the stereo.
"AH ELIJAH..." I shout, camping towards him. I try to stop myself when he is close, but I trip over my own feet. Damn feet! Elijah steadies me, keeping a firm grasp of me so I don't fall.
"Have you been drinking?" He asks me sternly. I begin to giggle as I look to Klaus for an answer.
"Niklaus?" He turns to him for an answer also.
"Clam down, Brother. It was only a couple of glasses!" He tried to play it off.
Elijah practically carries me over to where Klaus is standing.
"You mean to tell me that you have allowed the child to consume alcohol?" He asks Klaus.
"Oy! I not a child!" I answer for him.
"Quiet!" Elijah admonishes me.
"Who do ya fink you're fucking talking to?" I slur out! He has made my mood go from high to low in an instant.
"HEY!" Klaus shouts at me. "Less of the language!"
Oh hear we go...
"Fuck the both of you! I don't even care what you say! Where did my drink go?" I pull away from Elijah, wanting to find my glass.
"Oh no you don't!" I hear Elijah say before he puts his arm around my waist, lifting me up so I am dangling on his forearm.
"What the fu..." my sentence is cut short by a extremely hard swat on my butt.
"OWW!" I yell, "that hurt!" I wiggle whilst looking at a pair of pants. I pull myself toward them and bite down on the leg inside them.
I am dropped on to the floor instantly.
"Did you just bite me, Sophia?" Elijah asks, checking out the back of his leg.
"Maybe..." I try and fail to hold back a snigger.
"Sober her up now, Niklaus!" Elijah orders.
I jump up and attempt to leave, not wanting to be sober.
"Oh no you don't, Love." Klaus grabs me, swiftly biting down on to his wrist and forcing it against my mouth. I try not to drink it but it sliding down my throat anyway. Damn!
He lets me go. My shoulders slump as I realise that the giddy feeling I recently felt is now gone.
"Sit down, Sophia." Elijah orders.
"Nope," I no longer want to be around them now I'm sober.
"NOW!" He shouts, changing my mind for me.
"Jeez! Keep your hair on, old man!" I am propelled forward by a hefty swat, pushing me quicker towards the sofa. "OW! I'm going aren't I?!"
I flop down, putting my feet up. Elijah and Klaus also take a seat.
"Would one of you care to explain to me what has been going on in my absence?" Neither Klaus or I answer him.
"Well?" He tries again.
"Young Sophia here wanted a drink and I obliged." Klaus eventually says, acting like it's no big deal, which of course it is not.
"Really Niklaus, I have a good mind to spank you too!" The thought of Elijah spanking Klaus causes me to giggle. That is until I remember his words. Spank him too, as in he is planning on spanking someone and I'm betting my own ass that it's me.
"Elijah, Brother, mind your words in front of the child." Klaus replies to him.
Elijah shakes his head.
"That is exactly my point, Niklaus. She is but a child yet you have allowed her to consume alcohol knowing this."
"Ha! He's gotcha there, hybrid man!" I am awarded an angry look from Klaus.
Uncomfortable with the way Klaus is glaring at me, I turn my attention towards Elijah.
"So, what did my brothers say to you?" I completely forgot that he went to see them until now.
"They are not happy that you are here with us, but they seem more annoyed with regards to you switching off your humanity. They will be here in a short time. I would think one would be grateful that I got here before they did, as I highly doubt they would appreciate the state you was in. That is not to say that I will not be informing them of your antics."
My mouth is fully open. He can't be serious about them being ok with me staying here. They hate them!
"Well what was the fucking point of sobering me up if you're just going to tell them anyway, you stupid dick!" Elijah rises to his feet, about to come over to me when the door bell rings. Phew!
Seconds later both of my brothers come storming in to the room. Damon has a face like thunder and Stefan's is just as bad.
"Hey guys!" I say, waving at them.
"Don't you hey guys me!" Damon warns me, mocking my voice as he does so. "What the hell are you playing at?" His eyes pierce threw me as he sits right next to me. If he was any closer, he would be sitting on top of me.
"Answer me now, Sophia!" He demands. His voice is full of anger. He sounds like father!
"Chill out, Damon. It's no big deal, alright. It's not like you both haven't done it before." I've got him there. Is he really going to be a hypocrite and lecture me on turning my humanity off when he has done it before? I really hope not!
He looks torn for a moment, carefully considering his reply.
"You're right. We have both done it, but that doesn't make it right! You of all people know what happened when it was off, so I'm not about to let you go through that, am I?" He makes it sound like a question, but we all know it isn't.
"Soph," Stefan says, getting my attention. "Don't do this. Turn it back on and come home?"
"Sorry Stef, it's not going to happen. I feel good. For the first time in forever, I feel good. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not crippled by the memories of the lives I've seen end." I explain to him. "You more than anyone knows how much it effected me." I see the shame on his face as he knows I am referring to his ripper days.
"Nope. No way. It's not happening. You're not staying here and you will flip your switch back on! Even if I have to make you!" Damon threatens me.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" I ask him, knowing he can't.
"Well, the easiest emotion to feel is fear right?" I don't like where he is going with this.
Damon vamps out of the room and returns seconds later. He is holding fathers leather strap. The same one he beat me with when Katherine first came back.
"You wouldn't," I say, sitting up straight as I remember the last time he used it on me. "You promised!"
"Yeah, well that was before you made the stupid decision to turn it all off.
Elijah and Klaus sit in silence, watching how this is going to pan out. I look with pleading eyes towards Stefan. He turns his back on me, not wanting any part of this. Fuck you too, Stefan!
"If you do this Damon, if you succeed, I will hate you. I will leave and I will never come back!" It's my turn with the threats now.
I don't know what he sees when he looks at me, but he backs down. His shoulders slump and his face shows defeat.
"Stefan, come on." He turns to walk away.
"Wait! So you're just going to leave me here? With those two?" I nod my head towards Elijah and Klaus.
"What choice do we have, Soph? I can't have you roaming the streets without your humanity!"
Have I stepped in to the twilight zone or something?
"You know what, fuck the lot of you!"