Being kidnapped was one thing, but Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson being kidnapped was another. Never had they been bested like this, and never have they felt so weak before. Well…maybe a few times before in their lifetime, but this felt humiliating, mostly for Klaus.

Their bodies were numb, from the amount of burning they felt in their veins because of the vervain. They could hardly feel their bodies being dragged against the concrete floor by some of the many vampire hunters who kidnapped them. Down a long hall they went, but the brothers could hardly focus from the amount of vervain that was pushed in their blood.

Soon enough, they were thrown into two separate cells, although they were connected to each other. The bars were tall, caging. Barely a whole day later, Klaus and Elijah are able to comprehend what the hell happened. They were still drugged, weakened, but they could were now able to actually think. They moved slowly, realizing the vents above were blowing some kind of vervain powder into the air, to keep the vampires locked up weak.

The brothers could see the many cells lined up alongside the walls of the hallway. Quite a few empty, but plenty full of unknown vampires. Klaus was seething, at this point. He was humiliated. He felt so weak. Klaus Mikaelson? Kidnapped? Impossible. But clearly not.

“Fuck!” Klaus shouts, slamming his fist into the only solid wall in his cell. A few cracks were made form the little strength he had.

“Stay calm, brother,” Elijah huffs, clear sweat on his forehead from the amount of pain they were in from the venomous plant to vampires. He was in the cell right beside Klaus, but bars still separated them.

“You’re…finally awake…” A voice calls quietly, almost a croak.

The two brothers turn to the voice, finding someone a few cells down across from them. They know this person.