sorry, this is quite a short one
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Unwillingly my grandparents had shown us to two spare rooms. Klaus had put me in one, whilst him and Elijah went into the other. Kol had been given the job of watching over my grandparents. I hated the idea of Kol being left alone with them, even though I didn't know them but I didn't dare leave the safety of my room.
I curled up under the covers of the bed. When was the last time I had slept? It must've been before I found that body in my room. I found myself asleep within no time. The only problem was that once I was asleep my mind became filled with images of dead bodies and horribly twisted nightmares.
I woke with tears falling down my face, my breathing was all over the place and my heart was thumping like I had run a marathon. Fear still remained in my head but I suddenly realised that I wasn't on my own.
Klaus was holding me. I was crying into Klaus's shirt. I felt him stroke the back of my head.
"Shh, it's okay. It was only a dream," Klaus whispered.
I closed my eyes and tried to hold back more tears but instead the images of my blood-covered hands filled my mind. I snapped my eyes open and shakily tried to even out my breathing.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Klaus asked.
I shook my head. Why did people always ask that question? Surely you would want to forget it rather than talk about it and remember it? After about five minutes I felt myself drifting off to sleep. I didn't want to go back to sleep again. What if I had another nightmare?