"Don't open the door!" I whispered to him.
"Do you think I was born yesterday? Of course I'm not going to open the door!" he whispered back at me while pulling his phone out of his pocket.
He began to dial a number when the door suddenly burst open. Klaus had kicked his way in.
"Well well well...I see I'm not the only vampire who's gotten your attention." he smiled as he stepped into the hallway. "Nice to see you again Damon."
"Klaus it's been forever. We really should catch up! Now get the hell out." he moved closer towards him.
"How did...you weren't invited in!" I managed to blurt out.
"Yes, very observant. I've got my own witch friends, too. And by the way...the little protection spell that's been put on this house has been broken, too. But that was a nice try." he began walking towards me.
Damon tried coming up behind him and hitting him over the head but Klaus was faster. He spun around and grabbed Damon by the throat and shoved him against the wall.
"Now...be a good boy and go back home. This little lady and I have some business to attend to."
As Klaus spoke the words Damon's face went blank and he turned walked out the door. What the hell!?
"Wait...Damon! Damon where are you going!?" I was yelling after him, heading for the door. Klaus grabbed me by the arm and steered me back towards the living room.
"Now listen. Once he leaves in his car, we're going. You're not going to make a sound and you're going to cooperate." he stared into my eyes.
"Like hell I am!" I tried as best as I could to break his grasp on me.
"So it's true. The compulsion doesn't work on you. Interesting! I can compel humans and even other vampires...but I can't compel you." he was clearly amused.
He must have seen the look of shock on my face as he said it.
"Ahh yes...that's how I got your little friend to leave. It comes in handy." he smirked.
"Now...come with me. We're leaving."
I fought and fought as best as I could, kicking and screaming the entire way out the door and down the stairs, surprising even myself for being able to get in a few good punches and kicks. All it did for him was make him laugh, unfortunately.
He tied my hands together quickly and threw me in the back seat of the car. I kept screaming but it seemed that no one was coming to help.
"I've managed to compel all of your neighbors to stay in their houses and ignore any noises they hear for the next few moments. So you can keep screaming all you want. Though I do wish you'd shut up before I make you." he turned to look at me and I knew he was serious.
"Now...lay down and don't say a word." he told me.
"Why?" I gritted my teeth as I spoke.
"Either you lie down or I blindfold you. It's your choice." he gave an evil grin.
"Fine." I huffed out and laid down on the back seat.
I didn't have a watch on so I didn't know how long we drove, but I knew it was a while. I tried to see if I could figure out where we were going just by the trees passing by but it was no use. Everything looked the same. All I could tell is when we'd turn onto a busy road versus an emptier one.
After what seemed like a few hours I finally felt the car pull over and we came to a stop.
"Now...unfortunately it's too long of a drive to get where I want to go today. I need rest, and so do you." he came around to the car and pulled me out, my hands still bound together.
"I think this place will do just fine for now." he smiled as he pushed me towards the motel in front of us.
"Maybe you could untie my hands." I asked him. I thought maybe if I could get the damn rags he used off then I'd be able to somehow make a run for it. But try as hard as I could I couldn't get them off myself. All I did was manage to make them even more painful than they were when he first put them on me from pulling so hard. "Someone is going to notice anyway. You think they'll just let you have a room with a girl who you've got tied up?"
"That's exactly what I think is going to happen." he replied as he pushed the door open.
"Hello there can I help y-" a young man stood at the counter. He initially had a smile on his face but once he took one look at us his face quickly fell and he began to reach for the phone.
"I don't think that's necessary." Klaus grabbed the man's arm. "We just need a room for the night, my girlfriend here and I." he told him looking into his eyes.
The man's face went slack and he nodded "Sure...room 17 is available. It's our honeymoon suite, you two will like it."
"Ah, that's wonderful! Thanks so much." Klaus let go of the man and grabbed the key, pushing me out the door and down towards the room that had the number 17 on the door.
When he opened it the room itself wasn't horrible. It didn't look dirty and dingy like most motels look but it did look pretty cheesy. The room was white and light pink everywhere. A tall glass shower and a hot tub were off to the side, and a large king size bed was in the middle with a flat screen TV facing the direction of the bed.
"Well this is nice, isn't it?" he guided me into the room. I kept silent, not knowing what to say or what to do. I scanned the room and saw the phone sitting next to the bed and wondered how I would be able to get to it while he wasn't around.
"Can I use the bathroom?" I asked him "It was a long drive."
He stared at me for a moment, probably weighing his options. But it's not like he had much of a choice. I almost thought he was going to tell me he would come with me and make sure I didn't do anything stupid.
"Yes fine. Go ahead." he replied.
"Kind of hard to do with these things wrapped around my hands." I held them out in front of me.
He took another moment to ponder and then finally began taking the material off of my wrists.
"Fine." he told me but then grabbed my arm and pulled me up against him "But don't you dare pull anything stupid."
"I won't." I whispered.
I quickly walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Since the shower was out in the room all the bathroom had was a decent sized sink and a toilet. And a small glass block window. Shit. There was no way out even if I tried!
I used the bathroom and washed my hands quickly and then I sank down on the floor, my back against the door. How was I going to get out of here? What was I going to do?
A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Don't make me come in there and get you."
I stood up and opened the door and walked into the room, not knowing where to really go. I walked over to the bed and sat down, feeling his gaze on me the entire time.
"So now what?" I asked, afraid to look in his direction.
"Well...now I eat. I'm hungry..." he walked towards me "and you already smell delicious."
"Please don't." I pleaded.
"Listen..." he sat down next to me "I won't hurt you. You give me what I want, and you can live like a queen. You'll travel and go places you've never even dreamed about. You'll have the best of everything...food...clothes...jewelry. Just give me what I want and nothing bad will happen."
Granted under normal circumstances a man telling you he'll spoil you and take you places and buy you things would sound amazing. But not so much in this situation. In this situation I was scared out of my mind and didn't know how I was going to get out of this. I had no phone and he was so much stronger than I was.
I didn't say anything, I just kept my eyes averted to the bed that we were both sitting on.
"Love..." he whispered, putting his hand under my chin and lifting my head "It's going to happen regardless. So you might as well enjoy the perks."
The "perks"? What perks? Of being a human blood bag and slave to someone? No money in the world could ever make that okay! I wanted to scream all of this at him. But I knew it would get us nowhere. And within seconds he was already latched onto my neck drinking from me.
It hurt this time. Not like the other times with Damon. That never felt like this. That was a little pain mixed with pleasure. This was just pain shooting through me and I tried my best not to let out much more than a few whimpers. He drank for a long period and I began to feel woozy, unable to keep myself upright and I fell back onto the bed...Klaus still attached to my neck.
"Klaus please stop...stop it..." I barely was able to force the words out of my mouth. My world was becoming fuzzy and a bit dim. I started to panic, thinking he would kill me and I tried pushing and shoving and again telling him to stop.
He finally pulled away, panting and gasping for breath, his pupils blown wide.
"It's true!" he gasped out "What is it that makes you taste so amazing?"
I wanted to have a witty comeback but I was too out of it. I stayed on the bed and managed to curl myself into a ball.
I heard a phone ring and listened in on the conversation that happened. Something about finding me, taking me, and he told them where we were and to get here as soon as they could. He hung up and then looked over towards me.
"Here...drink. You'll feel better." he sat on the bed next to me, making a small cut into his arm.
"No." I groaned out, too exhausted to say anything else.
"I promise you'll feel better." he whispered.
For a minute I didn't move, I was teetering on the brink of passing out but I was too afraid of what would happen if I did. Would he feed off of me again? Enough to kill me? Finally I grabbed his arm and drank.
When he pulled his arm away I bolted upright. I'd tasted vampire blood before obviously...but nothing like this. It wasn't the taste...it was the feeling that I had. I was...happy? Elated? It was weird and there was a part of me that didn't like it but at the moment the other part of me that liked it was winning out.
"Now I'll order you some room service. What do you like?" he smiled.
"Ohh...do they have steak?" I asked with a smile on my face.
"Well if they don't I'll find a way to get it here." he smiled back
He picked up the phone and dialed 0 for the main lobby area. Not many motels had room service, most of them were just for travelers or sex, but this one seemed pretty nice. I wondered if he had chosen this one on purpose.
"Yeah...hey Violet? How do you like your steak?" he asked me while speaking to the person on the other line.
"Rare." I told him.
"...that's my girl." he gave a wicked grin.