Chapter Eight

I woke up in my room. Well, the room that Klaus had given me. Suddenly I remembered! Klaus had kidnapped my dad! I leaped out of the bed and ran to the door. It was locked! Tears fell down my cheeks as I stumbled backwards onto my bed.

I sat on the bed with my head resting against the wall as tears fell down my face. Then I heard a cry from somewhere in the house. It undoubtedly belonged to my father. They were probably torturing him. Why did this have to happen to me? Why was I still alive? Why hadn't Klaus drained me when we met?

I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them as more tears fell down my face. There was another scream and then Klaus was suddenly sitting on the end of the bed.

"Go away," I murmured as I wiped away my tears.

"Come downstairs and eat some food," Klaus said. "It will make you feel better."

"I'm not hungry," I replied.

"It wasn't a question," Klaus answered.

I stared at him for a moment before I angrily got up off of the bed and stormed out of my room. I knew that Klaus was right behind me. Walking into the dining room I angrily sat down at the table where Elijah and Kol already sat.

Kol sniggered as I sat down at the table and I shot him the evils. My plate was full of food but I didn't touch it.

"You're pet doesn't seem too happy," Kol sniggered.

"I'm not his bloody pet!" I shouted at Kol.

"That's debatable," Kol chuckled.

"Shut up! I don't need your comments! So you think I haven't realised that my life sucks? I've been kidnapped! I'm stuck in a mansion with nothing to do! Vampires and Werewolves apparently exist! And, oh yeah, my dad is probably chained up somewhere while you lot torture him just to find out where my grandparents live!" I shouted at him.

Kol stabbed a piece of carrot and bit into it before smiling. Elijah sat staring at us as if to say 'your manners are appalling' whilst Klaus was simply eating his meal.

I sat silently unsure of what I should do now, and so I didn't. Instead, I sat silently and thought about home.

After dinner, I walked up to my room and sat on the bed. A couple of hours later Kol casually strolled into my room.

"What are you doing?" I asked with my voice practically in a growl.

"This," Kol answered before he grabbed me. The world zoomed past so fast that I couldn't breathe. His arms held me tightly when we stopped. We were in a dark room. There was a single light illuminating the body of a man being held up by his arms in chains.

"Dad?" I whispered in disbelief.

He lifted his head and saw the pain in his eyes as well as the bruises on his face. There was a bite mark on his neck. As soon as I laid eyes on it my healer gene immediately kicked in. I would have collapsed to the ground in pain but Kol held me upright.

"You knew this would happen!" I yelled at him in between my screams which I managed to muffle by clenching my jaw.

Kol seemed to ignore me.

"Where are her mother's parents?" Kol growled at my father.

I held back a massive scream as fire ripped through my stomach burning it from the inside out, or at least that's what it felt like.

"As soon as you tell us, you can leave with this," Kol lied. "No? Well, I guess we have no more use for this little toy," Kol said as I attempted to keep the tears of pain from pouring down my face.

Suddenly I felt a pain in my neck, more real than the one in my stomach. I screamed and could no longer hold back the tears. I closed my eyes in pain. I could feel the blood leaving my body; I could feel my life leaving my body.

"Fine! STOP!" my father shouted.

I felt Kol's mouth leave my neck but I kept my eyes shut.

"They live in England, a small village in Ashford. Their names are Jessica and Louis Forge," my father said quietly.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" shouted a voice.