SONG: Daylight - David Kushner

My eyes fluttered open as I heard the front door swing open, still pressed against Klaus as I listened for noise, hoping to God it wasn't them. Unfortunately, we can't all get what we want.

"You idiot!" I heard the woman and closed my eyes, all hope fading away as I stayed leaned up into Klaus.

"What?"

"You didn't put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door!"

"I did. I know I..." the man trailed off, apparently noticing that he, in fact, did not, "Shit!" he exclaimed as I heard the click of the door closing. Next thing I knew, the closet door was being opened and I looked away from the light that I wasn't expecting to be blinded with, "Oh, my God. They're still here," I heard the man, only he didn't sound muffled. I looked up to see him without the mask, along with the woman, "Hi."

They dragged us out of the closet, throwing us back down into the chairs we'd been in before and tying us down once again, much to our dismay. I just wanted to stay by Klaus, looking over at him with desire in my eyes. He was just looking up at them. Now, in the light, I could see their features even better. The tall man had short brown hair and a decently big, but also trimmed down beard, and looked like his mask, a murderous teddy bear. The woman had a straight bob cut and looked like everything pissed her off. I heard Klaus start saying something beside me, though it was muffled by the tape.

"What's he saying?" the man asked as the woman reached forward to peel the tape off of his mouth.

"Oh!" he groaned in pain, but it was honestly so relaxing to even hear his voice.

"What are you sayin'?" the woman asked.

"You guys are scarier without the masks," he said and began to chuckle, to which I joined in. He earned himself a slap and the woman looked at me, laughing through the tape, and cocked an eyebrow.

"What? You got something to say too bitch?" she asked. I began to speak through my tape as well, hoping desperately they'd take it off so I could speak. Luckily, they did.

"First of all, I'm not a bitch; second of all, that's rich coming from someone who gets off by making people bleed," I smiled, earning myself a slap across the face as well, but that didn't stop me, "Is it a kinky thing?" I asked, gaining one more.

"That's no way to say hello to your old friends, is it?" the man asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"You seem like a reasonable fellow," I said to him, "Your partner is being a tad bit rude, don't you think?" I squished my face up as she went to slap me again, but stopped when Klaus spoke.

"Can't we call it a night? I already gave you what you wanted. Just, please..." Klaus said, and I wasn't sure if it was for his own safety or mine, but either way I agreed. I was tired of all this bloody torture shit, "Please let us go. Please." he begged.

"Well, technically, we want your brother. Is your brother here now?" the woman asked and I looked at Klaus to see him looking at the bed.

"Uh, he... You're gonna have to be a little more specific on that," Klaus chuckled, and I looked past him to the bed, slightly wishing I could see his brother enough to meet him properly, but I'd settle for chills. I returned my attention back to the kidnappers and Klaus when the woman, once again, slapped him across the face, "Ow! I told you, already. He's not coming. No one will," Klaus sighed and the man looked at me and pointed in my direction.

"What about you? Do you know Number Five?" he asked.

"I just met the man four days ago," I said and frowned, "I hardly just met this bloke around the same time," I said, looking at Klaus, who just looked tired, "But I agree with him, nobody in his family cares enough to come looking. You kidnapped the one person that would."

"Well, Number Five knows now. We left him a message. And when he comes for you two, we'll be ready," the woman said and Klaus huffed. They both took our chairs and turned us around to face the wall, but I just stayed looking at Klaus. I knew he was going through withdrawals from the drugs, and that he was in physical pain, as was obvious by the dried blood all down the sides of his face and chest, but I was mostly worried about his mentality right now. Where his mind was at, and how alone he felt. I knew that even if I didn't have him, I'd have Vanya, but who did he have? He's right, though I know his family cares about him, they won't even realize he's gone. I wondered if Vanya realized I was gone--or Luther, seeing as I was supposed to talk to him about lights today, though that opportunity had probably flown out of the window.

"I didn't mean to hurt them. I didn't..." I cried, sitting on a park bench. It had been a few years since I'd moved to America, and my episodes were getting less and less frequent, but I'd still oftentimes find myself at a church or cemetary crying to God for forgiveness. I wasn't even sure if there was a God. The memories of the screams and the smells and the tears had begun fading, but I knew they would never be gone entirely.

"Are you okay?" I heard and looked up through my bloodshot eyes. There stood a man in a Vicar's collar. I nodded and hastily wiped my eyes with the sleeves of my jacket.

"Y-Yeah. I'm okay," I muttered.

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"Get your hands off me!" I screamed at the man, sliding out of the booth. I growled in frustration and turned on my heel to walk out of the busy restaurant, but not before leaning towards the hostess, "The man I came in with is trying to hurt me. If he follows me, call the police," I whispered to her, making her eyes widen before she nodded. I then rushed outside into the chilly night air. I stomped my way down the street in the direction of my flat before being stopped by the ex-vicar.

"You did this to me!" he shouted and I laughed, turning around to face him down the sidewalk.

"What? I didn't turn you into an alcoholic pig!" I screamed at him, rage lighting within me. His face was red, and I couldn't tell if it was because of the madness, anger, or booze, as he made his way up to me.

"Luce, we already f-"

"You mean, you pressured me into having sex with you?" I asked, cutting him off. He scoffed.

"Oh, please. As if you weren't begging?" I glared at him, turning back around to leave. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my shoulder and froze, "Just... Come on, Luce. I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow," he pleaded. I felt my entire body shaking in anger as I turned to face him.

"Just get away from me, okay, you psycho!" I screamed at him with my eyes squeezed shut.

"No, no, no, no..." I heard as I jumped out of my memories, shallow-breathed before I looked to my left to see Klaus whimpering before he began taking deep breaths and looking around. I tried to scoot closer to him, to no avail as the chains and the chair itself were too heavy.

"You okay?" I ended up whispering over to him, watching him nod before looking behind him to the direction our two kidnappers were hiding while they waited for his brother that I figured would never come.

"Oh, Jesus," he grimaced as he turned away in disgust. He then looked up before slowly back to where he had previously been looking. He continued to look around before finally focusing on one spot back over by the door. I raised an eyebrow, though I knew it probably had something to do with his power, and probably Ben, "H-Hi!" he whispered in said direction, grabbing our two kidnappers attentions, "Hi, uh... What's your name?" he asked, waiting a moment as I watched him intently, waiting for him to continue, "Oh! That's a lovely name. And can you tell me what happened?" he asked, gesturing towards something, though I couldn't see what.

"What happened is if you don't shut up, I'mma cut your tongue out with a grapefruit spoon," the woman threatened, and Klaus just looked over at her before responding.

"Zoya Popova," the two looked at each other as the man leaned closer.

"What did he say?" he asked.

"Zoya Popova?" the woman asked.

"Old Russian broad, short, with a limp," I had to look away to bite my lip as I hid my smile, not needing to be the reason they come and torture us again simply because I can't keep my poker face. Klaus began laughing, causing me to look back over at them all, "Oh, she's really pissed at you guys," he laughed and whistled.

It wasn't before long that Klaus was looking in all kinds of different directions, listening to whatever dead people he was seeing while I just watched from beside him, along with our attackers, who looked confused out of their minds.

"Just shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Everybody just... Everybody just shut up, please shut up. Eh, Jesus, you guys are worse than the drugs," he whined, letting his head fall as close to his lap as he could. I could hear our abductors whispering amongst themselves behind us, though I couldn't hear what about. I vaguely heard the name Klaus had said, Zoya Popova, but that meant absolutely nothing to me, "Swiss alps, huh?" Klaus whispered as the man made his way up to us and pulled his chair, turning it to face him. I craned my neck to see.

"Hey, me too!" I frowned and the man sighed, turning mine too.

"Which one are you? Cha-Cha or Hazel?" Klaus asked the man and I looked at him, almost excitedly.

"Hazel," the man answered.

"Jan Mueller. Remember him? Swiss alps. Him and his wife were coming back from a ski trip," Klaus taunted with a small smile at the end while gently nodding his head. The man stayed silent, though the look on his face told me he most likely knew exactly what Klaus was talking about.

"I remember," the woman, who I now assumed was named Cha-Cha, said softly, "Forward. Reverse!"

"Yeah!" Klaus chuckled, "That's it! Yeah! And his wife..." he halted his laughter, "escaped down an alleyway. He says to say thank you," Klaus looked from Cha-Cha to Hazel.

"What's he talking about?" Cha-Cha asked, though Hazel stayed quiet, even with his response.

"I don't know," he said softly.

"He was so grateful to you, Hazel, for having spared his wife. You know," he turned back to Cha-Cha, "there may be hope for him yet. Don't you think?" he smiled. This whole situation was mad, but I loved it. I loved the confusion on this Hazel blokes face and how much Klaus was getting under their skin, even though I knew it was probably still Hellish for him to see the ghosts, I could at least be eased by the fact that I knew he was probably enjoying his words getting to them.

"Bathroom, now!" Cha-Cha ordered, and they made their way to just that. As soon as they were out of the room, I looked to Klaus.

"Bloody brilliant," I breathed out.

"Thank you," he did the same, not even looking in my direction. After a few seconds, I could hear the two arguing in the bathroom, though I couldn't make out the words, I could tell they were both frustrated, "Jan says you're a real mensch, Hazel!" Klaus called. In no time, Cha-Cha was quickly making her way out of the bathroom with duct tape in her claws, "He says you were such a great--" Klaus started before seeing the woman as she unrolled the tape, "No," he breathed out, "No! No!" He shouted as she put the tape over his mouth and said something I couldn't make out. She then turned to me.

"Say one word and you get it too," she threatened. I looked between her and Klaus and shrugged, staying silent. She began to make her way back to the bathroom before I grinned.

"Bloody twat," I spat at her, causing her to turn on her heel, and the next thing I knew, I was duct taped too.

"Shut up," she grumbled before strutting to the bathroom once again, leaving both Klaus and me silenced. This time, she slammed the door behind her and I looked at Klaus, who instantly began moving. He turned his chair around and scooted it to the door while I craned my neck to watch. Unfortunately, he was around six feet tall and his feet barely touched the floor enough for him to move, so I at 5'2 was pretty much stuck in place, as the farthest my foot would get on the floor was to the toe. Instead of trying, I decided to keep watch, turning back to look at Klaus occasionally to see what exactly he was doing. I heard what sounded like the clicking of heels strolling down the concrete outside, and continually glanced towards the window, once catching eyes with Klaus who was watching to make sure all was still clear.

I finally turned back to see a silhouette of a woman walk past and Klaus began screaming, obviously being muffled. I started jumping in my seat, trying to get it to move or draw enough attention to this motel, but it didn't even budge before I let out my own muffled scream. As soon as she'd passed, Klaus looked down at the table he was sitting right in front of. It didn't take long for him to think before he was bashing his head against it as hard as he could to get the attention of the passer byer. After about the tenth hit, he began hesitating, and I didn't blame him. It probably hurt like hell, especially as hard as he was going. The thumping had to draw some kind of attention to this room.

When nothing happened after the thirtieth hit, he just laid his head down, whimpering before I heard soft muffled sobs escape the tape and I figured we had failed. It didn't last too long, though, as we soon heard a click and we turned our attention back to the door to see it opening. A woman walked through, looking at us before looking around, then down to Klaus as he whimpered and I just tried to move once again. Again, no avail.

"Are you Diego's brother?" she asked.

"Yeah," Klaus mumbled, nodding his head.

"I'm Detective Patch," she introduced. He yelped and nodded behind him at me, and I nodded in front of me to the bathroom where the two kidnappers sat plotting. She pulled something out and cut the tape tying down Klaus before they both ran up to me and pulled the chains off of me, with only a bit of struggle as they threw it on the bed so it would make less sound. As I was standing up, I heard the click of the door and we moved back closer to the front door. Detective Patch pushed Klaus and I behind her, aiming her gun towards the bathroom. I watched Hazel pop out, aiming a gun over at us, but he was too slow. Patch threw us to the bed and had already emptied two bullets in his direction, and he quickly pulled back in for cover. We both rolled off the bed and I landed on top of Klaus' almost naked body, staring at him for what felt like only a few seconds until Patch's voice pulled me out of my daze, "Police!" she shouted, "Drop the gun, or you're going down!"

I quickly scrambled off of Klaus, who grabbed his parka before crawling to a vent and pulling off the door to it. He pulled out what looked like a briefcase before ushering me in. As quickly as I could, I climbed inside the vent, hoping to God Patch could take on these two psycho's on her own. My power was burnt out, and Klaus' had nothing to do with fighting, therefore we were both rendered entirely useless and would only end up dragging her down more. Though, I heard a gunshot about midway through the vents and hoped one of them was dead; specifically Cha-Cha. I don't know why, she just rubbed me worse than Hazel; maybe it was because I could still feel the scratches from her nails on my cheek.

As soon as we were out of the vents and out of the motel, we both made a break for the nearest bus stop. It was only when we boarded that I realized Klaus had brought the briefcase with us.

"Any specific reason you took that?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"We just survived being kidnapped and tortured for almost twenty-four hours; I think we deserve an award," was his response, leaving some hope in my heart that I knew I shouldn't have gotten up.

"So... Can we talk about... Everything?" I asked and he averted his eyes from me, looking practically anywhere but at me.

"Preferably not on a bus, but... Yes. While I'm sober, I guess I could hear out what you have to say," he agreed. I held in a soft sigh of relief, so glad that all hope for our short relationship might not be lost already.

After a moment of silence on the bus, I heard Klaus laughing beside me and looked over at him. Pure joy filled his expression as he let his head fall back, clearly happy to have escaped our abductors before feeling up the briefcase. I scooted closer to look at it, wondering if he'd actually split whatever was in it between us if it was able to.

"Please be money," I heard him whisper, which would be great for me, but mean just more drugs for him. I sincerely couldn't think of anything else he'd spend money on, "Only money," he turned it over to get to the latches to open it and I put my hand on it, "Or... Treasure," he thought aloud, feeling for the latches. He continued to mumble about what priceless things could be inside said briefcase before clicking the latches open.

Nothing prepared me for the world I was about to be thrown into when everything turned blue around me.