Title: Endangered Kind

Disclaimers: I don't own any supernatural powers or anything else to do with TVD. If I had, Delena would happen a lot more often!
Genre: Please be aware that this story's main genre is hurt/comfort and I'll be concentrating on that side of things even more than usual.

Rating: PG-15

Summary: Three vampires and a girl shut into an enclosed space for a long time. What are the odds of Elena surviving?

Set: 308ish

Pairing: Delena, Datherine, Dalaric friendship.

Prologue

"No! Mister Forbes! You're making a big mistake!" Elena cursed herself in her head for not carrying a crossbow at all times. The stakes she had in her jacket and bag were a lot less usuful when facing humans, "you don't understand things that are going on here in Mystic Falls," she tried to reason with him, knowing she's got little chance of convincing a council member of anything at the best of times, let alone four council members at the same time, "Damon's no threat to anyone," she gestured to the vampire's unconscious body at her feet, fallen a minute ago as Bill caught him unawares in the large lobby and living room area of the Salvatore hourse and fired a round of wooden vervain bullets at him, "and Stefan...Stefan's..." She tried to say something positive about the younger Salvatore, although she wasn't sure herself how many people Stefan had killed since him coming back to their small town. "What I'm trying to say Mr. Forbes, Mr. Fell, Toby," she named as many of the people surrounding them she knew by name for a more personal approach, "is that there are bigger dangers, bigger fish you could help us catch. More dangerous, older vampires that Damon and Stefan are protecting the town from and have been for a long while. Mr. Forbes, just ask your ex wife."

"Liz is part of the problem, we know that now," founder descendant Patrick Fell asserted while picking up Stefan's body with his son Toby.

That vampire at the other side of the room was certainly out of reach, but she could maybe still defend Damon, she protested by standing in front of him, aiming her stake at the approaching Bill and the other council member she did not know very well, "you'll have to kill me too then!"

"Lets not be overdramatic," Bill suggested with a charitable grin and nodded at his companion, who promptly raised his home customised dart gun. Elena wondered for a moment what a vervain shooter weapon could do to her, but she soon realised it was some sort of tranquilizer.

Tbc