Luna Pov
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I groaned out in pain. Everything was so sore. As soon as I opened my eyes, I immediately regretted doing so. The daylight from outside blinded me. I put my head against a pillow or what I thought was a pillow. I opened my eyes again to see that it was a chest. It was not just any chest, but the chest of Stefan Salvatore.
The events of last night rushing through my mind.
Stefan, telling me that Geneive was controlling him. Stefan, hurting me, over and over again...
I could feel the bruises on my skin and others under the skin. My healing should have kicked in, but whatever had made me numb and weak must have slowed it down. He had put so much pressure on certain parts of my body that it hurt, hurt to even, breathe, regularly. I was forced, to take slow, shallow breaths.
I wanted to do nothing more than to go back in time and decline Damon's offer. I could've gone alone. I should have gone alone. Maybe then last night wouldn't have happened, maybe if I had gone alone I wouldn't be in so much pain...
I was about to get out of my bed when Stefan put his arm around me, pulling me against him. I cursed in my head, not believing that things couldn't get any worse. I just prayed that no one would walk in. Especially not Klaus.
I looked around my room to see that things were not in place. There were holes in the walls around my bed, to be specific. I had hoped that someone would hear me, but no one came. Stefan seemed to think that was funny. Most of my pillows were on the floor. The beautiful blue ball gown that Rebekah had gotten me was torn and in a chair.
Seeing these things, feeling the burning piercing pain, made everything real.
I wanted to cry, but I couldn't conjure up enough energy to even do that. I just felt paralyzed.
I was at a loss of what to do...I didn't know what to do about this Genevieve situation. If I ever told anyone, who would believe me? And how would I tell them? A lot of bad things happened to me in my life, I never thought I would have to deal with anything like this.
I would have rather have Agnes' worst punishment x100 than repeat that awful night with Stefan.
The door to my room opened, "Oh no."
I only prayed that it wasn't Klaus. I looked over and saw Damon, who had a starbucks coffee in his hands. he dropped it, "Oh my god."
All of the noise had caused Stefan to wake up. He rolled over, causing me to be pushed over the bed and onto the floor. Stefan was, of course, on top.
I was well aware of the fact that the only thing covering us up was a sheet.
I wanted to just curl up in a ball and cry but couldn't because Stefan's weight was crushing me. Not to mention the paralyzing fear that had caused my chest to tighten.
I wanted to get away from him, but I couldn't move, not with his weight on me pinning me down, preventing me from moving anything except my head.
I looked at Stefan, and he gave me a sheepish grin. Damon whistled and turned to leave when Jake walked in. I closed my eyes, this was so bad.
Damon started laughing so hard to the point he was wheezing. Jake walked out angry, but I heard more footsteps, Damon's laughter was drawing everyone in.
Why can't he just shut up this once?
Everyone was going to take this as something that it wasn't. I didn't want Stefan last night. I told him, but he either ignored me or didn't listen. Of course, my verbal consent didn't matter, not when he was being controlled and forced to do it.
Josh, Diego, and Davina appeared in the doorway. Davina gasped, and her hands went to her mouth.
"Stefan, I think that you need to go..." I looked at him, and he stared back. He shifted his weight, now purposefully pressing it against my body. His action caused me to whimper out in pain. He moved down to my level, blocking my face from everyone else's view so no one could see how scared I was. I would have yelled or screamed, but my voice had gotten caught up in my throat. I was afraid of what he would do to me if I tried to get away from him.
"Oh, why is everyone up here by Luna's room?" Said a voice, and I struggled against his weight, everyone's loud talking covering up my cries. The door opened wider and, Rebekah walked in with Cami and then looked at me with her eyebrows raised.
"Well, I guess the world is filled with unexpected surprises."
Kol walked in the room with a smile on his face that only grew wider. He was cackling now, on the floor rolling around with Damon. "What in the bloody hell is going on in here?" The blood froze in my veins, and my heart skipped a beat. I knew that accent, I knew that voice.
What did I do to deserve this? Haven't I been through enough hell?
Klaus walked into the room, along with Hayley and Elijah.
I noticed that my sister didn't look too happy. Great. I didn't have the nerve to look at Klaus and Elijah's faces.
Everyone left the room in silence except Damon and Kol, who were now wheezing. Klaus stayed glaring at Stefan. I don't even think he looked at me once.
Knowing that made my chest painfully tighten, an emotional hurt feeling reaching my senses. I didn't feel so numb anymore. I felt as if I could cry at any moment.
"I will speak with you later."
Stefan nodded, and Klaus left, slamming the door. I flinched at the sound and pushed Stefan off me with all my strength. I ran into my bathroom, locking the door, ignoring Stefan's pounding and shouting. Even though I locked the door, he could have come in at any time. I was relieved when he didn't.
I turned the water on really warm, hoping to soothe my aching muscles, along with my battered and bruised body. Everything was so sore, everything hurt. The intense burning feeling hadn't disappeared between my legs. I broke down then in the shower. Holding myself and crying under the water. A choice, a decision had been taken away from me, again. I had thought that time was over. If I could go back, I would change what happened. He had taken something from me, controlled or not. I wanted someone special, someone, who cared, someone, I trusted, and wouldn't hurt me. Someone like Klaus...
I scrubbed the loofah on my body so hard that I started to draw blood. I wanted to get rid of every trace of Stefan off my body. I didn't know what to do or who to go to...
I was lost...
By the time I turned the water off, I had cried until the point where I couldn't anymore.
I brushed my teeth five times, trying to rid my mouth and tongue of his taste.
Looking in the mirror, I saw someone I didn't recognize. She was scared. She had this terrified wide-eyed look that you saw in the horror movies, but this wasn't a horror movie, this was the girl's life. Gone was the confident and brave, here was the terrified and timid. A lost look was in her eyes, she didn't know what to do next...No where to turn...No one to go to...
My skin was tinged, with red, from the harsh scrubbing I did. My eyes were sore and puffy from all the crying I had done. My lips were chapped and bitten. My cheeks were pale. My hands shook. My breathing was unsteady and uneven, my heartbeat just the same. Bruises were on my throat from him silencing me when my screams were too loud and overbearing for him. I begged for him to stop, pleaded even. In my head, I begged for Klaus to come and pull Stefan off me and kill Genevieve, I pleaded, for him too. Bite marks were on my neck and stomach. He had bit so hard that he drew blood. Afterward, he would lap it up like my blood was what he had been needing and had been deprived of. Bruises were on my stomach, arms, and shoulders from his fingers, digging harshly into my flesh. Bruises were on my hips and the inside of my thighs from his painful and forceful thrusts. It felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside. The pain was unlike anything I've felt before, so intense and excruciating. Even now, I could feel it, every time I took a step or turned, even as I stood still or sat. The hot stinging stabbing sharp pain would shoot up, and I would be reminded of what took place the night before...
Thinking about what had happened made me sick to my stomach. In fact, I did get sick as I began to heave up my stomach contents.
Genevieve was more than cruel. What she did, is something I could never do to an enemy of mine, not her, not Sabine, not Agnes. After all the pain and suffering they caused me, I couldn't bring myself to wish anything like this upon them. The simple fact was I didn't want to be like them. Wishing things like that is how you started to turn into them.
I walked out of the bathroom with a robe wrapped tightly around my body. I knew if he wanted, he could rip and tear the thick fabric off of my body with ease, but I prayed that he would be gone.
I froze, feeling the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I was startled to see that Stefan was there sitting on my now made bed. I took deep breaths trying not to break down again. I looked around to see everything in my room was now clean, and the walls were already, patched up. I pretended like I hadn't seen him.
"I thought you'd be gone by now," Stefan smirked, and I turned my back to him, pulling some clothes out of my dresser. Talking was out of the option. I had hoped that I could distract him and then get away, but something was wrong. It was better to play along and survive than to go through the same things as last night. I don't think I could go through that again.
I tried not to walk too fast to my bathroom. I locked the door like before and stripped the robe off. Hurridly changing into the plain cotton t-shirt and soft material sweat pants.
I brushed my hair and braided it back, not knowing what else to do with it.
As I sat on the floor, I started to think about what could happen.
Vampires could not procreate. There are exceptions, but they do not happen every day. I wasn't even sure if I could ever have kids. Some of the things the witches did to me may prevent that. I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't just sit around and think about how unfair my life was. I had to do something I just didn't know what.
I had to tell someone.
But how?
Gathering up the courage, I unlocked the door to my bathroom and started to run to my bedroom door, my exit.
I was too late, though.
Stefan was already in front of it, blocking its path. I stepped back, moving my hands to see that my magic still wasn't working.
"And where do you think you are going? The fun has only begun."
I winced as Stefan drug me to my balcony.
"The city is thriving. It will continue to do so when the Mikealson's are eliminated and when the witches rule over it."
Stefan spoke, putting an arm around my waist. I stepped back causing his arm to fall limp.
"What's wrong with you?"
"You hurt me."
"Ahh...yes, how could I forget? I tried to make things easy, but you weren't cooperating with me. I told you that it would be better if you would have relaxed and stayed still."
"And I didn't hurt you, Not intentionally, I had no choice remember," he added sticking his fingers under my chin leaning in again.
"That doesn't change anything," I said, wincing as his grip on my arm tightened, "and you need to let me go."
"It wasn't all that bad, towards the end you seemed to enjoy it." He leaned down to kiss me, I stopped pulling my arm away from his harsh grip, more bruises would develop I'm sure.
"Let. Me. Go."
He turned me back around pushing me against the wall.
I turned away fear flooding my senses. This wasn't happening, not again...
"I apologized, didn't I? Genevieve was wrong, this didn't break you."
I buried my fear and tried to hide it deep inside me where he couldn't see. My shaking hands were clenched into fists.
"Your apologies won't make anything better. It didn't last night, and they won't ever. And for your information, it's going to take a hell of a lot more than last night to break me."
"You know, Luna, where we are at is very high up. It would be a shame if you fell. A fall like that would be fatal." Stefan leaned forward again to kiss me.
I didn't pull away this time, I just let him kiss me. What was even the point of fighting, no one could help me, not now.
He pulled away but not before he dragged his teeth against my lips. Drawing blood to the surface.
"I have business to take care of, Genevieve's orders. I hope to see you again. I'm sorry for hurting you."
...
As I was walking down one of the many hallways in the compound, I was thinking about how and who I should tell maybe, Damon or Hayley, probably Hayley.
Someone wrapped their arms around my torso and picked me up. I opened my eyes to find myself in Damon's room.
"Luna, what the hell were you thinking?! Sleeping with my brother..." I folded my arms, preparing to defend myself, hopefully, I was a good actress. I couldn't tell Damon, maybe Hayley or Elijah instead. I imagined they would take it more calmly. Seeing Damon, Klaus, or Kol angry was something I did not want to experience. Especially after everything that happened, I didn't think I would be able to take it.
"Hmmm... let's see oh yeah, well I was drunk, and Genevieve pissed me off. Stefan was there to comfort me."
Damon sighed and plopped down on his bed, he patted a spot next to him, and I sat there.
"You need to think about what you have done?" I looked at him questioningly. "I slept with your brother last night, big deal," I shrugged my shoulders, acting like there was no problem. Damon put his head in his hands and looked back up at me again, "When my brother wants something, he gets it. It doesn't matter if it's a person, place, or thing. He has his eyes set on you now."
I burst out laughing this was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I never realized how much lying took out of someone until now.
"I'm serious, Luna. I can't have you getting hurt because of my idiotic brother."
I folded my arms. "Well, you didn't seem too concerned about my well-being when you and Kol were laughing your asses off."
Damon cracked a smile, "I couldn't help myself you looked like a deer in headlights." I smiled and played with the end of my braid trying to calm myself down. "Are you mad at me?" I asked Damon who was now playing with my braid, he had taken it away from me. Childish as always.
"No, I just think that wasn't really the smartest thing you've ever done in your life."
I wanted to tell Damon about what happened I just didn't know how to.
I smiled, "Well, I can't be smart all the time." Damon laughed, and it got quiet.
For a second, I feared that he got suspicious. I wasn't sure if I was a good liar, but it seemed pretty straightforward.
"I think you should go talk to Klaus. He seems pretty angry."
I nodded, biting my lip to hide my wince. Judging by the look on his face, it didn't seem like I hid it well enough.
"Yeah, but I'm going to go see Hayley first, wish me luck."
Damon playfully pushed me out of the door, and I was walking in the hallways again.
I made it to Hayley's room, and I took a deep breath about to knock when the door opened, revealing a suit dressed Elijah and a furious sister in a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her hair.
I walked into the room and sat down in the love seat in her room. Elijah was sitting in another chair not too far away reading. Hayley was now pacing with her hands on her very huge stomach.
"What were you thinking, Luna? What if you had gotten pregnant?" I signed and put my head in my hands. She continued to ramble on about how irresponsible and how wrong I was. "You have no right to lecture me about being responsible," I said, pointedly looking at her stomach. She shifted her feet. "Well, my situation was different..."
"...Hayley, just please be quiet and let me talk."
Silence filled the room, and it seemed like everyone was holding their breath...waiting...for whatever would happen next...
I took a shaky breath, trying to calm myself. It didn't work, but I had to tell someone. I had to get this over with, would they judge me? Would they be angry at me? I wouldn't want them to feel sorry for me...there were too many would's, maybes, and what if's...
"I told him to stop, asked, pleaded, repeatedly," I said, remembering when his fangs sunk into my neck. That was when I had started to feel numb...
Elijah dropped the book and sped over to me. "You did not give him your consent."
"No, he wouldn't stop- I c-couldn't he was too strong," my eyes started to burn then, and the tears, started pouring down my face then. I wasn't able to look either of them in the eyes, not wanting to see them react. It was all a little too much.
I winced, clutching my stomach when I took too deep of a breath.
Elijah came over to me and looked at my neck before taking a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiping my tears away.
Hayley lifted up my shirt, I didn't object. She was one of those "seeing is believing types of people."
"Oh my God, Luna. Why didn't you scream-"
"I did, Hayley. It wasn't enough. Some witch did a spell that prevented whatever happened in my room to stay in that room. She had it all planned. Stefan told me that she was controlling him."
"He said I was annoying, it's why I have these," I whispered, gesturing to my throat.
Elijah took a deep breath and looked at me with sympathy and something else I couldn't decipher.
"We need to go talk to Klaus."
Hayley nodded and left to go, get changed.
"Is it necessary that we tell him?"
"Yes, don't worry, I assure you that he will take care of that vile man and that contemptible woman. If not I will."
"I just didn't know what to do or who to tell. He is going to be so angry...this is my fault-"
"No, Luna, you are mistaken, if you think for even a fraction of a second that some part of this was your fault."
"I agreed to go to the ball with Stefan."
"You had no way of knowing what would happen."
"I'm s-so sor-sorry, I just didn't know what to do."
"Shhhhhh..." Elijah gently shushed me, rubbing my back.
"I am deeply sorry that you had to endure that pain. If I could take it back, I would do so without hesitation in a heartbeat."
"It's not your fault 'Lijah," I said, surprised I could even hear my own voice at this point.
"I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but I promise everything is going to get better."
I pulled away, wiping my eyes with his handkerchief. It had good absorption, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that I couldn't stop crying. Waves of endless pain, both emotional and physical, hit me all at once with every breath I took.
Telling Elijah and Hayley what had happened made the weight on my chest not so heavy.
"Elijah, I wish you were right, but something tells me that things aren't going to get any better."
...
Klaus stood up, walking towards me. My heartbeat harshly in my chest. I was so nervous thinking about how he would react. I saw his mouth open, and he let out a small gasp seeing the bruises on my neck.
"Go ahead and lift her shirt, Klaus," said Hayley with her arms folded.
He slowly raised the fabric and growled lowly. I shivered slightly from the cold air in the room. "Luna, I need you, to be honest with me and tell me what happened."
"I went upstairs to my room for some alone time. He followed me. We talked, I started to feel numb, senseless almost. Everything was starting to become muddled and muted. It wasn't the alcohol it was something more, a potion, I think. I briefly recognized the feeling, but by then, he had already bitten into my throat. I couldn't push him off because he was too strong, and my magic wasn't working. He said he thought that I wanted this. He asked if I was afraid. He had me against my bedroom wall. I threw that table at him to stun him. I almost made it to my door, but I tripped. Seeing no other options I took off my shoes and threw them at him. I managed to get one of them in his chest. Since I couldn't stand I had to crawl. I was weak and scared, but just a little longer, and I would be safe. That's what I kept telling myself. I wasn't able to reach the handle, it was too high so, I banged on the door with my hands. He picked me up, and I screamed and told him to get off me. I clawed at his face, but it wasn't enough. He set me down and tore the dress Rebekah got me off of my body. He wrapped his hands around my throat and told me to shut up as he dragged me to the bed. I dragged my feet, but it was pointless. He told me not to bother to yell for help, that before he came in, a spell was cast, around my room, that no one could hear me. He let go of my throat then, I was gasping for air. I asked him why he was doing this. After he said that he apologized. He said that Genevieve was controlling him, he said that Genevieve wanted him to hurt me, to break me."
Klaus nodded at me and took off. The three of us followed Klaus to my room. I paused outside of the door I heard a yell. I went in and saw a chair fly into the wall and shatter on impact.
"Niklaus, please, restrain yourself," voiced Elijah trying to calm Klaus down. His brother's words didn't seem to have any effect on him.
"Have you lost your bloody mind Elijah, he hurt her. He will be lucky if he lives the rest of today. When I find him and I will he will suffer, I'll go after Genevieve last. Perhaps place Stefan's body over where she stays so that she'll know that I'm coming for her."
I walked to Klaus ignoring the protest from Hayley and Elijah.
"No, Klaus, you aren't going to kill him for me, I'm not worth it, besides I'm fine, I'll get over it, I can handle this pain."
Klaus scoffed, "Luna, you are not fine. Don't tell me that you are because I can see in your eyes that you are not okay. I see right through you just as you see right through me. What happened to you isn't just something you can get over in weeks, months, or years. It will stay with you forever. You shouldn't have to handle this pain, you've suffered enough. I promised you I wouldn't allow you to go through anything like that again. I failed you..."
I didn't bother to wipe my tears away as I reached down and held his hands.
"No, Klaus, you didn't fail me-"
"I broke my promise, I should have been there."
"You are here now," I breathed, holding his gaze without difficulty. He made me feel better. He still looked angry, but he had calmed down to some degree. He could be holding it in for my sake, and that just made me appreciate him even more.
"That's all that matters is that you are here with me right now."
"Just so you know I will kill Stefan, Genevieve, and anyone else who decides they can hurt you. And you are worth everything to me," Klaus muttered wiping my tears away.
"Damon will be mad at you-" Klaus cut me off, "Have you told him what happened, love? I have a feeling that He would be on my side."
I sighed, "Look, I want him dead, but-" Klaus cut me off again "Oh, okay, it's settled." I stopped him again.
"It wasn't Stefan's fault Genevieve was controlling him. So if you are going to kill, anyone kill the one who started it all in the first place."
"Don't worry, I will be saving the source of all this last. I just want to have a quick chat with him..."
"Klaus, I worry about you, I don't want you getting hurt over me."
He smirked, "I am the original hybrid, Stefan can not hurt me."
I put my forehead against his, and we stood there for a moment.
He calmed me down. Made me feel safe, warm, and protected. I was filled with an unfamiliar feeling knowing that he was going out to leave, and he was going out to leave for me. Part of me wanted him to stay, and the other part of me knew he had to go.
Klaus pulled away first and kissed me gently on my forehead.
As soon as he left the feelings of being safe, warm, and protected left with him.
He jumped off the balcony, and I looked up worriedly at Elijah.
...
Kol came into the room and then asked what was wrong. Hayley walked over to him filling him in seconds later, he was gone too.
Elijah went downstairs me and Hayley followed him. I suddenly felt dizzy and had to grip into the banister from falling.
Elijah called Marcel and his vampires, they were down in minutes maybe seconds. I didn't hear anything just this ringing in my ears. I coughed and looked down at my hand my vision blurry. It was red strange, almost like blood. It was warm like blood.
"Elijah," I heard Rebekah, hmmm...I didn't know she came down.
I coughed again trying to stop myself, but this time I couldn't stop. Hayley, Rebekah, Elijah, and Kol were asking questions.
As much as I wanted to I couldn't answer them. Everything started to get dark around the edges. I felt strangely tired before collapsing onto the ground. I didn't have time to wonder if someone had caught me, I was already falling unconscious...
