47

I woke up and I was in a car, Klaus was nowhere to be seen. Around me we're big metal crates and I few trucks and I was confused to say the least. I was still wearing my dress and heels and I was sitting in the front seat buckled in. The night before when I woke up from being dead I just stayed sleeping. It was easier than confronting my problems.

I saw Klaus heading to the car and he angrily got in and slammed the door. I furrowed my eyebrows looking at him. "Did you know about this?" He asked angrily looking at me.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Did you know?!" He yelled as I sat up.

"I don't even know where we are! I just woke up and I don't even know what you're talking about!" I yelled back. "Geez." I sighed putting my hand through my hair and looking out the window.

"Stefan took my entire family. I don't know where they are." He explained clearly still angry but his voice was quieter.

"Wow I wonder what that's like." I sarcastically replied.

"I have had them in boxes for a while. They won't be happy if they wake up and I'm not there." He explained.

"I don't think they'll be happy either way." I quietly replied.

"Can you stop it with the attitude?" He asked as he started driving the car.

"Well maybe if you weren't such an ass I'd be a little nicer." I replied before I sighed lightly. "Where to now?" I asked messing with a strand of my hair.

"Back to Mystic Falls. I'm getting my family back." He replied as we got to the street and headed back.

A few days went by and I had to help hybrids renovate Klaus' home. I sat down watching hybrids walk around with boxes filled with all sorts of tools I could care less about. Every once in a while Tyler would come over.

Klaus ordered him to get Jeremy off vervain so he could send a warning. He came back and I listened in from the other room. "So everything went ok?" Tyler asked as my head perked up. The only time I felt any sort of happiness was when I could hear his voice again.

"Tony ran down Alaric instead of Jeremy, but apples, oranges. Message sends the same." Klaus replied as my eyes widened and I stood up. Not my dad. I hoped he had his ring.

"I thought you were just going to send a warning." Tyler asked worried.

"And I did, an effective one. Elena's family suffers, she's motivated to get what I want." Klaus replied as I walked towards the room.

"I didn't think we'd have to kill anyone." Tyler replied guiltily. "Does Emma know?" He asked.

"This isn't about her, mate." Klaus replied. "Look, what you're feeling is the remnant of a guilty conscience. I need you to get over it okay?" Klaus asked as I walked in the room and Tyler looked at me.

"Was he wearing his ring?" I asked looking at Tyler as I got closer.

"I thought I told you to stay in the back when we had guests." He said looking at me.

"Tyler. His ring?" I questioned as I ignored Klaus.

He looked from Klaus to me. "I don't know I wasn't there." He replied.

"This is how you repay me?" I asked looking to Klaus. "If he's actually gone-" I started.

"If he's gone you'll have less motivation to get back." He replied as I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows angrily.

"Tyler please can you go make sure he's okay?" I asked looking to him.

He kept turning to Klaus as if for permission. "Yeah I can." Tyler replied as Klaus stood still. "I- how-" he started but he couldn't find words.

"I just need to know if he's okay that's all." I replied. I didn't want to care about him right now. It would make it too hard.

"Yeah, okay. I'll be back later." He nodded before looking to Klaus and walking out.

"I told you to do one thing." Klaus spoke through gritted teeth trying to stay calm.

"And I'd be completely cool with agreeing if it didn't have to do with the life of my dad." I replied then furrowed my eyebrows. "I mean I hope you don't think I completely stop caring about the fate of my family. I did all of this for them." I explained looking at him.

He looked at me for a moment and walked away. I wondered why he didn't argue back. He usually was quick to fight with me. I rolled my eyes and walked to a different room and sat down playing with the dust on the floor.

After a while Klaus allowed me to go back to the hotel. I flipped through channels cuddled into my bed. I went through news stations and tv shows when I decided to stop on a telenovela. I couldn't understand it but it was more interesting that way.

I heard the door open and in came Klaus. He bought the biggest suite in the hotel, therefore we both had different rooms in the one large room. He came in and looked at the tv. "Do you even know what they are saying?" He questioned looking to me.

"No but I'm pretty sure that the girls dad just got killed and the other girl planned the murder." I spoke before digging lightly and letting out a chuckle. "I can relate."

"He's alive, by the way." Klaus replied as he looked at me. "Tyler stopped by. The warning worked. I got Rebekah back." He explained as I pulled the covers more over myself. It wasn't fair that he got his sister and I didn't. "I know you've been bored lately so while Alaric was preoccupied I went to his apartment and got you this." He said pulling my sketchbook out of his back pocket.

I got up and grabbed it from him. I wiped off the dust that collected on the top of it. He handed me my case of drawing tools as well. I opened it and looked at some of the drawings with a small smile. I noticed the one of my dad. I put my fingers over it. I missed him. I felt like I was starting to forget things about him. The exact way his voice sounded, what he did every morning before work, the little things.

Klaus began to walk away. "Thank you for trying." I spoke as he stopped for a second but then kept going. I looked through the drawings and went to draw another picture.

I spent a few hours on it. It was two in the morning when I finally finished. I had wanted to draw for so long that I completely lost the time. This was the most fun I had had in such a long time.

A few days had gone by and I decided to stay in the hotel while they renovated. I ended up almost filling my sketchbook and learning a decent amount of Spanish. Klaus said it was finally time for us to head to the real house.

I got there and at first a hybrid was forcing me to stay in a room. It took some convincing but he finally let me out. I assumed Klaus made him wait until I argued or something. I passed by hybrids holding boxes as I observed the house. I got to a room filled with paintings and drawings. My interest peaked and I walked in. The paintings were abstract, which was something I never understood, but the drawings, they were realistic. Some of people, some of places. I picked one up and looked at it.

I realized the reason he was so sorry when he killed me. He told me he liked my drawings and he learned who I was. In his own creepy way he saw himself in me or he appreciated who I was or something. I put the drawing down and looked at another. It all was really good, I wasn't going to lie. They came from all eras as well, renaissance, modern, all of it.

"So he finally let you out. Tell me what did you do?" Klaus asked walking in.

"I asked him if he'd like to be trapped in a room all day looking at the same four walls. The answer was simple. What exactly did I have to tell him for him to agree?" I asked.

"I told him if you put up a compelling argument that he could let you out." He smirked lightly and I nodded.

"So art?" I questioned motioning around.

"Yes. What do you think?" He asked and it seemed like he really wanted my opinion.

"Well abstract has never really been my thing but realistic stuff, I vibe with it." I replied looking at the table. "Of course I like surrealism the most, but this is pretty good." I explained.

"I prefer abstract. I think it shows more emotion." He replied.

"Well I think it's like elementary work or something. Everyone that does abstract seems to just throw some paint on a canvas and say it had some deep meaning about the universe or something." I explained as I sighed lightly. "Art that is made to look like things makes sense and then when you make things look like other things it adds depth of your thought process." I added thinking about all of the forms of art.

"Hmm." Klaus hummed as he smiled lightly. "Well we will agree to disagree." He replied.

"The first and probably the last time." I nodded lightly as I sighed crossing my arms.

"They are almost done with your room by the way. If you want you can choose the colors of the furniture." He explained as I tilted my head.

"Are you really planning on making me stay here forever?" I asked looking up at him my voice soft.

"I plan on keeping you as long as you're needed." He replied as I closed my eyes and looked down.

"My favorite color is purple. I like white furniture." I quietly said before walking away. I went to the back of the house and cried lightly. I cried so much nowadays. Every time I did I thought about my dad, Damon, Jeremy, Elena, everyone.

I was constantly worried that Dad and Damon would get themselves killed, and I was always scared that they were dead already. I hoped Damon moved on from me. I mean he probably didn't, but I hoped. I hoped the fight made him think I was bad to be with and that we really did attract each other to bad things, but another part of me wanted to be with him. I wanted him to stay stuck, as bad as it was, because I wanted to be with someone again and I didn't know if I'd ever be able to find someone again. The sad thing was that I didn't even know if I'd ever leave this house again. Whatever my fate, I just hoped that there's was better.