Rebekah had made a promise to a girl a long time ago, and was too busy to go through with it. She wasn’t the type to break a promise if she could help it, so she was going to go through with that. Plus, she wanted to pin curl her hair anyway, so why not teach someone else the art as well? The 20’s were classy and beautiful, and the current styles were… slutty and unoriginal. She rolled her eyes at the thought as she grabbed her bag. She couldn’t help but giggle as Simba came over and started pawing at her foot, wanting attention. “I’ll be back later, and I have a friend for you to meet.” She bit her lip thinking about it. She was excited for Stefan to see her place, but really she just wanted to see him. She missed him. A lot.
She shot Taylor a quick text letting her know she was coming over. She was a little wary about going to her brothers house, but it was whatever. The drive was short, and in no time she was parking in front of the Mikaelson residence. She grabbed her bag and walked to the front door, letting herself in. “Taylor?” She called out, walking over to a couch. She sat down and propped her feet up on the table, making herself comfortable. The girl thought they were friends or something, and who knows? Maybe they could be. Rebekah could definitely use some friends considering the fact that she was still upset with Daniel, and Stefan was hardly around. That left her with her brothers, and Gwen and Mike, who were usually at Daniels house. Making a new friend would be good.
Taylor had been locked up in the Mikaelson house for almost a week now. Klaus had made it pretty sure that she wasn’t going to leave anytime soon. That guy gave her chills right down her spine. She had been sitting, waiting patiently in her room for Rebekah to show up. Rebekah was actually one of the few Mikaelson’s the small brunette actually like. Whether this was because Rebekah could play nice the easiest or because there was something there, Taylor had no idea.
When she heard the front door open, she quickly jumped up her feet. She felt the bruises on her upper legs sting through her body. Klaus sure had a weird interpretation of fun. Especially now that his coffins where missing? Whatever that mend. He was angry most of the time, taking it out on Taylor. Every time she thought it could be the end, he healed her by force feeding her his blood. Which tasted absolutely gross. She opened her door, watching down the hall before actually leaving the small space she was locked inside of.
Her feet carried her down the hall, down the stairs and into the living room. “Rebekah,” Taylor smiled, placing a strain of hair behind her ear. “You came.”
Matt forced a small smile at her thanks. Somehow it only made him feel worse. It was one hundred per cent undeserved. He hadn’t been there for her tonight and that was the problem. That was why she had been attacked. Not that he was claiming to be able to fight off a vampire, it’s just that she shouldn’t have been wondering upstairs by herself – she should have been dancing with him. He blinked in surprise when she kissed his cheek. Her interest in him was beyond his understanding. She was perfect and he was just Matt. And he was proving his point by stupidly sitting there staring at the road while she tried to show him affection. Any idiot would have kissed her by now.
His mind kick-started when she jumped out of the car, he unbuckled his seat belt and jumped around to stand beside her. The fear that she was going to hurt herself was causing him to act protectively but he couldn’t shake the thought that it was too little too late. Considering moments ago she hadn’t been able to walk, he guessed she was feeling better. “No, I don’t mind you saying,” he said with a smile as he followed her towards the house. “You’re feeling better?” he asked as he fumbled through his pockets in search of his keys. He was relieved that she was recovering so quickly. “Got them!” he announced with a triumphant grin before unlocking the door and gesturing for her to go inside.
She stood, leaning against the door post while Matt tried to find his keys. She smiled once he had found them. “I just feel tired at this point, to be honest,” she spoke softly, doubting if he could even hear her speak. He opened the door. Taylor had only been inside of Matt’s house once before but a feeling of safety washed over her. She neatly placed her heels with the other shoes. Something she didn’t do her first time around. She had barged into the living room and kicked of her shoes as if it was her own house. “Would you mind if I take a quick shower?” she asked, smiling up at Matt.
She was too tired to notice if he had actually granted her permission. But she turned around and walked towards and up the stairs. Her hand on the handrail, trying to balance herself out while walking. The upstairs hallway was just as she remembered. She opened the bathroom door and locked it behind her. Taking of her blue dress, having it drop to the floor actually gave her an amazing sense of freedom. The tight fabric felt as if it was strangling her. She turned on the shower. Waiting for it to warm the water, she stood in front of the mirror. Looking at the wound in her neck. It looked awful. It matched the rest of her scars perfectly.
She stepped underneath the warm stream of water. Blood washing down from her skin. Stinging her neck as it washed it clean. After standing underneath the stream for what felt like forever, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She cleaned herself off with a towel and slipped into her underwear. Opening the door, she quickly walked to Matt’s room to find one of his Jersey’s to sleep in. After all that, she walked down the stairs, looking for Matt. “I stole one of your jersey’s again, if you don’t mind.” She smiled.
“I’m not trying to be something I’m not. I know what I believe in” -Lucy Hale
“Wakey wakey, sweetheart. We don’t have all day now do we?” Klaus’ voice echoed from across the large room, whilst he was sitting on a very luxurious black leather chair with a glass of very fine whiskey in his hand, he was admiring his work, watching as Taylor lay motionless on the couch, he could hear her heartbeat, slow and calm, that is until she wakes up, which he’s hoping is soon. Although his plan was going well so far, as long as the brunette cooperates then she and the rest of the town have nothing at all to worry about. This is getting ridiculous Klaus thought to himself, he had finished his drink and poured another, “Listen, love, if you don’t wake up anytime soon, then let’s just say your precious little friends might have a few injuries.” He let out a sigh and walked over to the couch whereTaylor was lying, pulling up a chair he sat close to her, not too close, but close enough.
Blackness had taken her, but where she had no clue. Where ever she was, the place was dark and even though she wanted to find a light switch, there were no walls she could touch, no ceiling lights could hang from, nothing. She shook her head, because in normal situations she would be terrified. She would have run in every direction and fought this darkness, but she wasn’t scared. She crossed her arms and kept on walking, not even speaking to find out if she was alone or not. When a light shone from a far she started walking towards it, and before she knew it she was pulled up to the surface.
She blinked, once, twice, a couple of times. She shook her head before realizing Klaus his face really close to hers, even though he would probably thing it was a good distance. Stalkers never realized when they crossed a line. “Jesus!” she yelled, crawling backwards on the couch, inching away from the werewolf. “W-where am I?” she asked looking around a grant room. “Where is my phone?!” she almost yelled at him. But she realized questions weren’t the correct way of handling this. As quick as she could she stood up and ran away from the scene, trying to find a door that led to the outside world and safety.
Is there now?