Klaus watched as Damon and Elijah left. He turned around and spotted Marcel, who didn't look like he was in the best of spirits."What's wrong, mate?" Klaus asked in a flat voice, not turning to look at him. "We're in trouble- that turned hunter you and Cassie went after, well, he blabbed to his boss, now I wouldn't doubt if he had a whole large group of those idiots coming here now. They are after Davina, and that other witch girl that Damon has taken an interest in." He said, his voice husky. Klaus turned completely to face Marcel. "What?" He asked and before Marcel could finish his sentence, he found Cassie and pushed her against the nearest wall.

"How stupid can you possibly be?" He growled, his face only a few inches away from hers, his eyes blazing with anger.

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Anya let out a soft moan as she rolled over but her eyes flew open as pain shot through her leg. "Ah!" She cried out, sitting up, but felt all the blood drain from her head. She laid back and placed both hands on each side of her head as she closed her eyes again. She got up, slowly this time, and looked down at her ankle and saw it was bandaged. She tried to move her leg, but pain shot back up her leg.

"Damon?" She said softly, noticing him sitting beside her bed. "Where am I?" She asked, confused. Her pale yellow dress was torn and dirty, her hair matted and in tangle, and her face blood and tear stained. She noticed the bite marks, on she could feel on her neck, the other on her side, another on her leg, and another on her upper left thigh. "What the.." She said, trying to choke back her tears. She then moved her attention down to her bandaged ankle. "What happened..." She asked softly.