Author's babble: Hello again lovely readers! I've been a bit busy this weekend. Writing that is :P. So hope things are travelling along a bit in this story.
The EE aspect of this story isn't for everyone! But I rather like internal struggles as well as good vs bad struggles/physical fights, action etc.
Anyway. Enjoy!
CHAP 14:
When I came to, the intense pain made me breathless. The first breath I consciously took was absolute torture and tears freely leaked from the outer corners of my eyes. After ten breaths I attempted to sit up but howled quietly in pain. My abdomen was so very tender and the sharps scatterings of pain around my ribcage with each breath never gave me a moment of peace. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling as the spike in pain from moving eased a little. Taking in my surroundings it was evident I was in Elijah's and my bedroom. Noting that I'd been placed in the bed and the covers drawn up over me I instantly thought Elijah had returned. Surely Klaus wouldn't care if I was cold. I couldn't see Klaus anywhere, so that had to be a good sign. The door opened then and my blood turned cold. Klaus was in the doorway smiling wickedly at me. I swallowed hard.
"I thought I heard you thinking about me." He said before entering the room and closing the door behind him.
I grit my teeth and slowly sat up in bed, easing the covers off me. The pain was blinding, but I couldn't just lie here and do nothing. I needed to get away. I was happy for fear to fuel my movements, for I didn't think I'd be capable of them otherwise. My body really didn't want to comply and how could I blame it? I suspected cracked ribs at best, and I hoped there was no internal bleeding in my abdomen. Boy was it sore. And then there was my hand. It was useless. Moving it would cripple me with pain. How am I going to fight off Klaus if I was down five fingers I could gouge at his eyes with? My mind raced with thoughts on how I was going to get out of this. I didn't care if I didn't get through this alive. But if Elijah didn't know what had happened when he returned to find me missing, how would he know to get Jonas involved to move onto killing Klaus at the sacrifice? Besides. Klaus would kill me at some point. But I didn't think he'd just leave me alone until then. Suffering didn't really appeal to me.
I managed to swing my legs, however ungracefully over the side of the bed. I didn't want to show Klaus his affect on my body, but the tears stinging my eyes, were easily going to flow as I continued to move through my pain. I also resented having to appear weak and rely on someone else as I decided I would try and stall Klaus. If I couldn't get away in the process.
"You'll be sorry when Elijah gets back. He won't take my injuries lightly." I threatened. Weakly, so it ended up sounding more like a warning to my ears.
"Oh, what I've done so far is, nothing my dear. And Elijah won't be in any way able to react to the news of you and I. Unless he can escape the death I've organised for him." He smirked evilly. As I was about to stand I stopped myself. What did he say?
"What are you talking about?" I asked. Not able to keep the worry from my voice. "You can't kill him. He's an Original."
"As am I. And yet he plans to kill me. He's not the only one with magical allies." My chest ached with the possibility that Elijah could be killed. Instantly I started mourning his absence. Tears threatened for just a moment before it morphed into anger.
"What's Elijah done to you?"
"Elijah has a habit of getting in the way. Him and the rest of our family." He said casually.
"You and Elijah are related?" I asked shocked.
"Yes, my dear. Not something I'm proud of. But you can't help these things." Answered Klaus as he made his way over to where I was sat. I began to move away from him, back onto the bed and attempted to move to he other side. Even if he didn't have vampire speed, I had no hope of getting clear of him. My movements were laboured as I crawled through the pain. I gasped and cried out when Klaus grabbed my waist and lifted me to face him and straddle his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. Automatically I put my palm on his chest with my arm braced to keep some distance as tears cascaded down my face. I looked to the side. He loosened his grip on my injured body and the pain became a little more subdued. Enough that I could rein any further tears back in. "Elijah is my brother." Klaus finished.
"You've got to be joking," I said disgusted. "Blood doesn't make a family, and family doesn't come with set likenesses. But Elijah has never treated me like you already have. He's kind and would never hurt me. For him to be related to, you," I stated repulsively. "Something went wrong at your conception." Klaus growled fiercely, and his eyes flashed in anger. More anger than I'd ever seen anyone display before in my life.
"Think Elena. Think about these things before you say them. Saying such things is getting you into trouble." He seethed. That bastard. He's the one causing trouble. I glared at him furiously.
"What's getting me into trouble. Is the sadistic, invasive monster, who, within ten minutes of entering a house uninvited has caused more damage to my body. Than someone would receive being run over my a truck!" Klaus growled at this and knocked my elbow so that I was no longer braced by my arm from him. Then swiftly pulled me forward to sit flush against his erection. My stomach dropped. I hadn't noticed his specific enjoyment of this until then. His forearm behind my back forced me to remain where I was. Like I was able to just jump up and run. Our chests touching I turned my head away from him, disgusted by his bulge and he coaxed my head to rest on his shoulder. The whole series of movements wracked my body with more pain again. Some tears spilled down my cheeks and onto his shirt. As he spoke coldly.
"You need to listen. And adhere to what I'm going to say." Came Klaus' smooth voice. "There are some ground rules you will need to follow Elena. Firstly, you will not resist me. Secondly, you will not try to attack me. That includes any love bites you intend to give my tongue again. It might seem odd that I request this. For you can't hurt me. But I still feel pain. I'm just resilient to the cause of it. Those are pretty much it. Should be simple enough for you to follow. However, it would also be advisable that you don't disrespect me with that bold mouth of yours."
"Huh. I'm just calling it as I see it Klaus." I said with my teeth gritted as I rode out the pain.
A growl came from Klaus and he flicked my hair off my shoulder. His hot breath was against my skin moments before a sharp pain started in my shoulder. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his as I cried out in pain while Klaus moaned. Warmth trickled from his hot mouth down my back to where it leached into the fabric of my night dress. The bite itself didn't hurt much compared to what I already felt. But my reaction to it wrought havoc on my injured body. I stayed still, trying to breath through the pain as Klaus drank. Slowly I began feeling drained, lacking energy to hold myself still and my body began to become less rigid. I groaned as just sagging as against Klaus spurred pain through my body. He lay backwards on the bed, bringing me down on top of him. Dazed I began to feel heavy, my lids closed and I passed into something reminiscent to bliss. Distantly as if through a thick fog, I felt Klaus remove his fangs from the top of my shoulder. I felt like someone high on drugs, only I felt so weighed down at the same time.
Klaus licked and kissed his bite to clean up the little bit of blood that continued to leave his marks when he'd removed his fangs. He trailed his fingers tenderly through my hair a few times, before both his hands came up and lifted my head to reposition it on his shoulder facing into his neck. He then cupped the back of my head and pushed my lips to his neck. Where they met with hot moisture. Parting my lips I could taste a tangy metallic flavour and I tentatively pressed my tongue into the moisture before bringing my lips down around it to draw the flavoursome liquid into my mouth. Without direction, as if hypnotised. I slowly repeated this multiple times as the flavour wound it's way around my mouth. I couldn't explain it, but the moisture warmed me. It was filling me up and I needed more. I moaned and found the opening where the liquid was coming from and closing my mouth over it sucking greedily, moaning softly as more and more filled my mouth and trickled down my throat. The heaviness within me lifted and I felt like I was burning up, my body felt so hot and I became aware of the moisture pooling between my legs. I moaned loader and raised myself a little while keeping the connection with the fluid. I ground against the hardness between my legs and arched my back as something brushed against my left breast. Breaking the contact with the warmth at my mouth. I threw my head back and guided the remaining warmth down my throat. I was wired, and so very warm. Realising my hands were braced on a solid warmth below me I looked down. Klaus. My blood ran cold and I could nearly swear that my heart shuddered to a stop before kicking into gear again. Everything came back to me. I was confused. Why was I doing what I was doing when he'd hurt me so badly and drank a hell of a lot of blood from me. The realisation that I'd drunk his blood hit me. I froze in horror. Amusing Klaus in the process as a grin plastered itself on his face. Why? Only Elijah's blood should be causing me to act like this. RevoltedI pushed myself backwards off his chest and hoped my legs were going to get in synch with my arms. I scurried backwards down the length of Klaus to the edge of the bed. Misjudging the edge my footing was all off so I tumbled backwards towards the floor, nearly regaining my balance I continued to move backwards. I still ended up going down backwards but I never made contact with the floor. Courtesy of Klaus. He'd grabbed me with less force than I thought he was capable of. His hand on the back of my neck, with his other arm curled around me so his palm sat between my shoulder blades. I looked up at him in shock.
"Careful, my dear." He paused. As a deadly smile played across his blood stained lips. "If you hit these draws behind you the wrong way, you'll turn." Klaus finished threateningly. Before straightening me so I was standing. I realised then, that I wasn't in nearly as much pain.
My eyes wide I stepped away from Klaus.
"You had no right, you bastard!" I snarled. Wiping my forearm across my mouth
"Hmm. Interesting." He said considering me with a cock of his head. "You don't fear death. But life." He drawled.
Darting for the door I made my way into the hallway and headed into the rest of the house. I was surprised I'd gotten past Klaus. But I assumed he probably enjoys the chase.
"Where are you going Elena? You can't escape me. Not when I have such big plans for us." I could hear him chuckling behind me as I entered the kitchen.
I didn't know what his plans for us were. But I wasn't going to be a part of them. As long as I had a choice on what I was doing I would be taking advantage of it. If it was Klaus' over confidence in letting me away from him, then so be it. I went straight to the block of knives and grabbed a knife.
"Where are you my sweet? You can't hide from me. I can hear you, even when you're holding your tongue. It is odd that you manage to hold you tongue in this instance, yet your feisty comments continue to flow from that beautiful mouth of yours any other time."
I steeled myself for what I was planning to do. It had crossed my mind when Elijah'd first kidnapped me that I could have used knives against him. But I wasn't really the sort to do that. The idea of hurting another human in that way was not appealing. Sure, he's a vampire, but he still appears human, acts human. I wouldn't have been able to willingly harm him. As it was, accidentally doing so scared me out of my wits. Klaus however, was a different story. He'd already hurt me horribly, and I was truly scared. I didn't like the thought of it, but I had do to something. Sure he would heal. But I just needed to delay him enough to get away. I turned ready to make my stance when Klaus found me. He hadn't gained on me yet and on a second thought I decided to have some back up. So I turned back to the knife block and grabbed another knife. It wasn't as large as the first I'd grabbed but, I realised I could fit it down the front of my nighty along the inside of the cups. I positioned the knife facing downwards beneath my breasts so as not to cut my breast on it. It was the only spot I could hide a weapon on me in these clothes. I wouldn't remove it even if it cuts me. I turned around again, expecting Klaus to appear.
I waited for several long moments, but he still didn't come out. Slowly and cautiously I stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room, knife out in front of me. Still no Klaus. I mentally commended myself for not shaking, knowing I had decided that I was going to stab someone. I decided to try to further escape. I was hardly going to waltz straight back into the bedroom. Continuing me slow, watchful movements across the living room I reached the side door that had been open earlier. I couldn't believe Klaus hadn't got to me yet. Too good to be true. Sliding the door open just enough to slip outside, I thanked whoever that it didn't make any noise. Not to my ears anyway. Slipping outside into the dark I eased the door shut just as quietly behind me. Any head start was useful. If Klaus thought I was still in the house even for a minute longer it was something. There was a very small amount of light from the sliver of moon in the sky. It wasn't much, but it was enough that I could see my way.
When I headed around to the side of the house Jonas had parked his car on, I found a car sitting there. I know it hadn't been there any other time so decided it must be Klaus'. I hoped his arrogance had made him leave his keys inside. When I looked in through the drivers window I saw that he had. My heart jumped with hope and I couldn't help but grin. If I could get into the car before Klaus found me I'd have a good chance at escape. Aside from the windows, I thought I'd be mostly safe once inside. Opening the door and about to throw myself in and drive the door slammed shut and I was smacked against the car. Klaus looked down at me his body flush against mine.
I groaned loudly in pain. My arms felt disconnected from the force of my shoulder blades hitting the car. I was lucky enough to be able to still hold the knife in my hand. But I couldn't use it at this second. My arms were useless.
"You mustn't be able to comprehend the meaning of personal space." I said through a grimace.
"I can comprehend Elena. It's just personal space in a marriage is like everything else. What's yours is mine. Besides you don't need personal space during foreplay." Marriage? What? He latched onto the side of my neck then. The sharp pain making me cringe. He didn't keep his fangs in this time. Retracting them from me after a moment or two. Then sucked and lapped at the blood gently flowing down my neck.
"You're disgusting." Was all I could say, as the connective feeling of my arms slowly returned.
"You'll have to come to terms with the lifestyle of drinking blood my dear."
"Not the drinking blood. The fact that you think this is foreplay. I've no intention of doing anything more than getting away from you. And you can forget marriage you sick-." Klaus laughed.
"You were the complete opposite only minutes ago. Mmm? You were so sexy. How you used your tongue when you drank from me. And those hips of yours were moving to perfection. I know you were enjoying yourself as much as I was." He paused then, shifting slightly and placing one of his legs between mine and pressing against the junction of my thighs with his own thigh. Watching me intently with his gaze the whole time. I struggled and he brought his hands down on my arms to steady me against the car more. "And still am." He continued. "You may have noticed?" He finished. Before turning his body slightly to press his erection against my hip. "And you don't need to get caught up on a piece of paper or ceremony, my lovely. We won't need any of that in our contract."
"Get off me." I demanded.
"And let you escape? I think not." And with that Klaus lifted me up over his shoulder to have my upper body hang down his back as he walked back towards the house. I looked to where he'd forced me against the car and I saw the indent of my shoulders in the metal. Unbelieving of how I was still able to move and experiencing much less pain than earlier. Vampire blood had it's uses. I gripped the handle of the knife tightly and lifted my arm away from Klaus to strike him in the lower back. Bringing the knife down with as much force as I could muster in this position he gasped in pain. I removed the knife and struck again and Klaus went down on his knees, still grasping me enough to keep him over his shoulder. I stabbed four times, till his grip on me loosened and I made a break for it.
Heading along the side of the house before bolting to the thickly growing trees. It was difficult to get through the tree-line, but once I did there was more open space and I raced along as fast as I could. I sprinted along with knife still in hand and felt like I was making a good distance when I was ripped backwards as my arm snagged on something. My shoulder moved unnaturally, before I felt it pop and blinding pain coursed through my shoulder. It was agony and I screamed. My feet flew out from under me, and I was winded as my back hit the hard ground. Breathless from the impact and pain, I gathered air into my lungs and lay there groaning. My brain clouded from the agonising pain, and I expected to pass out again. I wondered briefly if I'd hit my head as well. Surely Klaus' blood would heal any concussion quickly? I needed to be assertive. If my brain wasn't on the ball I'd have no hope. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Klaus. Of course. I thought. Who else? He was squat next to me, resting his weight on his heels as he looked down at me.
"That looks painful." He declared in amusement. Trailing his fingers up my arm towards my now probably useless shoulder.
"Get away from me." I bit hopelessly. Not evening bothering to look at him as I whimpered from the pain as I tried to concentrate on breathing. I was sure Klaus would take my whimpering as fear. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Even if deep down I was hysterical with fear. Klaus moved so that he was leaning over me, forcing me to look at him. I was expecting him to be livid. I was afraid of what the repercussions of stabbing him would be. Instead he was smiling, looking delighted. He wasn't laughing, but I swear his eyes were. Definitely sadistic. I thought in despair.
"Here." He said extending his hand towards my shoulder. To which I whimpered louder, before I screamed as he touched my shoulder.
"Don't touch me!"
"Shhh." He soothed. "Let me see what you've done."
"What! What I've done? You did this!" I countered angrily.
"Ah, but you ran away in the first place." He said pointedly before pressing his fingers to my shoulder forcing an agonising cry from my mouth. In too much pain to move, I endured his assessing hands. Klaus supported my arm and gently rolled me onto my side away from him. I groaned.
"Oh. That's right! I'm supposed to welcome any intruders into my home and stay with them while they bruise and bash me without any thought of what they're doing." I managed to say with a touch of sarcasm. He ignored me.
"Your shoulder's dislocated. I'm going to have to move it back into it's socket."
"Like hell you will." I shot at him darkly, making him chuckle. Of course I knew I wasn't going to have a choice in the matter.
"I warn you. This is going to hurt. A lot." He warned simply.
"Glad some one will be enjoying themselves." I mumbled.
He eased me onto my back again and slowly raised my straightened arm about forty-five degrees from my side but kept it level with my body. I watched him as he sat on the ground and braced his legs against me. One foot on my ribcage, the other on my neck. Taking hold of my arm and keeping it straight he paused looking at me.
"I'm not going to count or anything."
"You're not going to-?" I started in confusion. But was cut off when he began a long gentle, yet painful pull on my arm. I groaned and tears streaked down the sides of my face as the pain in my shoulder radiated into my ribcage. Time passed slowly, and I felt like vomiting through the sensations of shifting and slight poppings in my shoulder. Suddenly my shoulder slipped back into place and the pain was practically non-existent. Just a slight ache. I turned onto my side away from Klaus the moment he'd released my arm. I wondered why I felt any ache at all. Surely his blood would have been enough to continue healing me.
I lay still and quiet, tears a constant flow from my eyes, travelling around the side of my face to fall on the ground. Sighing in relief, but also in defeat, I breathed deeply. The absence of adrenaline had left me fatigued and I couldn't even think to fight right now.
"I wasn't going to count to a number then put your shoulder back in place. You not anticipating it works best." Klaus said behind me.
"Thank you." Came my voice. Soft and hollow. While it was extremely alien to thank someone for alleviating the harm they caused in the first place, I wasn't sure I cared right now.
Other than that, I ignored him. I'm not one to give up. But I couldn't see myself getting out of this. I was back in close vicinity of Klaus. My desperate work to get away had run full circle. I doubted I'd get another chance to run. Nor did I note any foreseeable escape. Especially if Elijah had been... taken care of. The one person who'd been attentive to me in light of everything I've been through. Who had tried to protect me. The one who'd actually made me feel inclined to have a relationship. It wasn't going to happen now. But the idea of it had crossed my mind at times, and it didn't seem so bad if I didn't think about all the harder details. Things that could go wrong. The painful aspects of letting someone into your heart. Like now. He was dead and I was left behind to grieve him, the man who'd risked his immortality for a chance to sway my mortality. My life shouldn't bear such a price. Chest aching I felt so alone despite Klaus being near. Elijah had really cared for me and I had for him also. I realised that now. Smiled slightly I wished I'd been more accepting of his affections. But it was all to late.
There was no hope for me. And I didn't exactly know what I was fighting for. Klaus had compelled my remaining family to believe I was dead. So no-one was worrying about me. They were doing fine without me. It's not like my death would cause them any more pain. Starting to shiver in the cold night air I felt Klaus move strands of hair from the shield across my face. I could feel him looking at me but I didn't focus my eyes on him. I was aware of him as he picked me up and carried me, knowing we were headed back to the house. I knew Klaus' intentions. I knew I wasn't getting away.
