Chapter Twenty

"Good boy, now... go and keep Alisha busy for a while, and don't let her know that Elena is alive.""Isn't that betraying her trust?" "You let me worry about that, before I have you addressing me as 'Master'. Do you understand? You do as your told. Now go."

Klaus had a shit-eating-grin on his face. He was absolutely beside himself. He loved it. Stefan. His slave. He was in heaven.

"Hey Stef. What's up?""Not much. You hungry?""Nope. Klaus ordered me pizza earlier. You?""Honestly? I'm famished.""You want a bite? I don't mind. I'm taking vitamins now. Klaus thinks it's a good idea."

"Don't mind if I do."Stefan grabbed her arm, and bit into it. Not being gentle at all, and tearing it at the shoulder. Drinking in her sweet type o negative, letting it drip off of his chin and on to the carpet.

"Stefan, that hurt, oh Ow! Stefan? You have to stop! Oh God!"

He let go for a moment, and pulled back.

She began rubbing the place he bit, seeing the bloody skin, she screamed.

Taking in a deep breath, he jumped at her neck. Forcing her to lay back on her bed, and he was now on top of her. Shoving her down into her bed.

"Ow! Stefan! You're hurting me!!! Stop! Stefan stop.!"

He didn't stop. He grabbed the other side of her face, so he could pull her harder. Closer to him. At this rate, he would end up Tearing her head off.

She hadn't even see Klaus enter the room, before Stefan went flying through her window. "Out!" Klaus had thrown Stefan outside like he was a bad dog.

"Why did that hurt so much? You had compelled me not to feel the pain. It hurts so bad! Make it stop. Please! Oh god!"Klaus bit into his hand and put it to her mouth, begging her to drink it. She was almost passed out from the pain. She drank it willingly.He held her up, as she drank. Hoping she stayed alive long enough for his blood to take effect.

"I compelled you last night to only feel pleasure from me. I'm so sorry, I didn't know he was doing that."

But she had already blacked out.

When she woke up, she had no pain and Klaus was laying beside her. Asleep, holding her. There was blood all over her bed, but no blood was coming from her.

"Klaus? What's going on? Where did all this blood come from?"

And then she remembered. The blood.The painAnd Stefan

It was like he was a different person with no care or concern for her well being. He seemed dark and cold.

Soul lessThere was nothing there in his eyes.

"You were hurt. Stefan drank from you.""Yes, I remember now. Why did he do that? What happened?""I'm not sure, Love."

He lied. He had toThat's only a few lies he had to keep from her. How on earth would he keep these things down? How could he keep her from finding out the truth?

About Elena?

About Stefan?