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Sorry this chapter is really short
Chapter Three:
"So are you going to sit there, or introduce yourself?" Klaus asked.
"Myra," I answered quietly.
"Do you know what you are? Because if you did, I would think that you would know about the originals," Klaus commented.
I stared at him blankly and he smirked.
"You have no idea what I'm on about, do you?" he asked me but I only stared back at his blue eyes, trying to keep my eyes off of his fangs. "How about if I do this?" he asked.
Then to my horrified surprise, he bit into his own wrist. Blood trickled out, a little bit at first before more came out. That horrible sick feeling that I got whenever I was around an open wound started up again. I closed my eyes and tried to push the feeling away.
"Don't fight it. Just let it loose," I heard Klaus say.
I didn't want to let go of the feeling. I wanted to suppress it. It needed to be suppressed. Something told me that I shouldn't let it loose … No, something screamed at me not to let it loose. It wasn't usually this bad. Something was wrong!
I kept trying to push it down deeper inside of me but every time I pushed it down a rake of pain swept through my stomach. Something was defiantly wrong. Summoning all my strength I tried to push it all down so far that it would never appear again but instead it felt like it was trying to rip out of my stomach. I let out I muffled cry through my clenched jaw and i knew that tears were probnably falling down my cheeks. It felt like my stomach was on fire.
Then it all disappeared. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at Klaus. His expression was unreadable.
"Hmm, that's not supposed to happen," he mumbled.
I looked at his wrist which was completely healed now. I suddenly realised how heavily I was breathing and that I was now hugging my knees.
Klaus had left me in the room. I wanted to go home so badly. I would have climbed out of the window, but there wasn't one. I would have made a run for it, but the door was locked. Tiredness swept through me like a tidal wave. Shakily I got up off of the floor and walked over to the small armchair that Klaus had been sitting on. Somehow I managed to curl up against the back of the seat and actually be comfy.
Before I knew it, I was asleep.