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The morning light awoke me from my dark sleep; sending me into a state of shock. The bed, wet with crimson red liquid; my clothes with it. A man sitting in a recliner chair, which was placed next to the bed, where I lay. Slowly raising myself to sit up, I slowly fell back down. The man looks at me, and with a devilish grin smirked upon his face. His hands stained with the same crimson red liquid. Blood. My blood.

My screams rang out through out the room; probably the whole city. The excruciating pain covered all of my body; a fire in which would never extinguish. His face showed a new light of darkness the world would never have saw before; pure evil. My throat soon became coarse, therefore my screams died low; but my lips pleaded with him.

"Please-Please don't do this." They pleaded. "Please, I'll do anything."

A small sincere look crossed the demon's face. "I'm sure you will, as soon as the vervain is out of your system, Love."

Klaus looked at me with his bright, blue eyes shined down on me, as he stood up from his chair. His look quite sincere, but his heart and mind some where else.

"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly.

I looked up at his face, but not to say anything; for I feared what he would do.

"Love?"

"Please, don't…Just don't call me that." I whispered; voice still coarse.

Klaus sat down on the side of the bed, "The vervain's out of your system. Took quite an effort with all the fuss you were throwing." His head cocked to the side. "I want you to realize something now, Love. You're no longer apart of the Salvatore's love triangle. Your dead to them. You no longer exist."

I forced my head to turn away, not wanting to hear any of it. There had to be some shred of hope, that Stefan knew I was still alive. He would find me. Damon would find me. They always do. This wasn't the end of the line; the line goes farther than this.

Forcing myself up, I get to my feet and force myself away from the pool of blood; away from Klaus. I had to get away. I'm not dead. They can't possibly believe I was dead. It can't be true. None of this can be true. It's all nothing but a dream. None of this could be humanly possible.

My hand brushed across the night stand and came across a sharp object. Gripping it slowly, a tear escaping from my eye, I raise my hold. None of this is possible. I'm dreaming. I raise my hand up faster and plunge the sharp knife into my heart; crumbling into a strong pair of arms.

I hear a large thump before I realize there was no blood. I look down to see the knife thrown across the room and Klaus gripping my arms across my chest; preventing me from moving them. I look up to his gaze and see a look, not out of sympathy, but rather out of anger.

His hand lunged across my face, sending waves of pain through out my body. "What the hell are we going to do with you, Love?"

I don't reply to his hateful comment, I begin to struggle against his hold, trying to get free from his hold. I begin to grow tired of his games, and decide to bite down on his hand, in attempt for freedom.

Klaus lets out a growl, and throws me across the room, smacking my head on the hard wood floor. "You little Bitch!" He yells and grabs me by my long, brown hair; dragging me to my feet. "You don't get it." Klaus spits in my face. "You don't get how much I've had to sacrifice to get you here. To save you. Do you want me to throw you back in that truck? Did you want to be left there to drown? Did you want to be a vampire like me!"

I squirm in his hold, mumbling millions of times; "I'm sorry. No, Please."

Klaus then dropped his hold of me, walking over to the small closet door, and handing me a pile of clothes. "Here." Was all that was said, as he pushed me towards the locked door.

I gasped a little inside. He was going to open the door. I could make a run for it. I could get out of here finally. Klaus grabbed an old key from his pocket, opening the door, he shoved me out into the small hallway. He must have put me in a wooden cabin because everything was furnished like it was so. I gasped in awe. It was beautiful. There were larger windows in the living room that over looked a lake. A small kitchen laid to the left of it, not to big, but perfect.

Across the small hallway was another wooden door, identical to the one we were retreating from. Klaus then reached before me, opening it like a gentleman. A large bathroom appeared before my eyes. A small shower, Jacuzzi, sink, counter, everything. It was amazing.

"Shower. Dress. I'll be around, so don't try anything stupid, Love." Klaus said nudging me inside.

Once inside I turned to lock the door and proceed with my shower. Unclothing myself, I could see spots on my skin where scars should have laid, but there was none; only the dried blood surrounding it. No bruises covered any part of my body. Nothing. It was if I had never been touched. Vampire Blood, lovely.

Stepping into the shower, I admired the hot water falling over my shoulder's and running down my body. It felt like I had never had a shower in years, as gross as that sounds.

The steam filled up around me, as I slowly started to hum a few songs I knew. Jeremy's music, blasting annoyingly in the background. Turning off the water, I stepped out, drying off, and quickly putting on my short shorts and pajama shirt.

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist as I got out. "Gosh, you took your time." Stefan's voice rang through my ears.

I smiled, turning to give him a small kiss. "Gosh how do I ever put up with you."

Immediately stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, glancing around the bathroom. "Stefan?" I whispered.

Voices then were heard from the other room and then progressed into yelling.

"What the hell did you do!" Klaus yelled.

"If I didn't, Alaric would still be alive and we would be running for our lives, Niklaus. What the hell was I supposed to do? Let her live? She deserved to die!" Rebekah yelled.

As soon as I heard her voice, I quickly threw the pair of jeans and t-shirt on and ran out of the bathroom. As soon as Rebekah saw me coming at her, her expression changed.

"You-" I yelled, coming at her. I wanted to tear her heart out. I wanted to kill her. She made my life a living hell, and now everybody that I love. I was 'dead' now because of her. The only thought going through my mind was, Rebekah had to die.

A pair of strong arms held me back, denying me access to move. "Not now, Love. This can wait." A British accent whispered in my ear.

"Niklaus, what did you do? I killed her!" She yelled.

Klaus smirked and let go of my arms, but grabbing a hold of my waist. "And I brought her back, Sis."

"But-"

"You are no longer my family, Rebekah." Klaus said calmly.

Rebekah narrowed her eyes, glaring at me. "Your choosing her over me." She paused. "I'm your family Niklaus. I've been with you for thousands of years, and you choose a girl who's been with you for not even a year."

"You know how much importance she is to me, yet you decide to go behind my back and kill her!"

"Alaric-"

"Yes, yes Alaric had to be stopped." Klaus' grip tightened on my waist, and I began to wince in pain. "I had it taken care of sister."

"Why her?"

Klaus smirked, and I could feel his soft breathing on my neck. "I need her blood to make hybrids, you know that."

"No, you want her for something much more. I know better Klaus." She paused. "Why?"

Klaus' temperature then spiked to one-hundred and three because he was pissed. Klaus' arms shoved me to the ground, my head smacking into the living room chair; now with an excruciating head ache. Klaus was now pointing at me as if I was the key point in this conversation, as if it's all my fault.

"She is my family! She is all I have left!" Klaus yelled. "You are no longer apart of this family."

My mouth gapped open and Rebekah left in a flash, slamming the door behind her. It took a few moments before Klaus moved again. Leaving me on the floor, he retreated to his room at the end of the hall, leaving me all alone.

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