**Author's Note: This is it! The continuation to my The Revelation - TVD Fan Fiction! This is the second part of the series. If you haven't read the first part, please click on the link: .net/s/7553454/1/The_Revelation. Of course, please do write me a review! I'd love to hear your thoughts, especially about this first chapter! I've got lots in store for you guys! ;) xx**

The Lost

The Revelation Series

A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction

He went in the bar.

It was the only place he can enjoy himself. It's been a week, yet everything seems to come by too slow and dull. He knew somehow, deep inside himself, he wasn't going to last until he can finally find clues.

Or to find the thing he was looking for.

He then went straight to the bar and ordered himself a bottle of their best scotch. There is nothing like liquor to get him through the day… Or perhaps, blood. But that's an entirely different thing. But both can be fun. Yet, no matter how much he feeds, how much he indulges himself in liquor, he was still an empty vampire lurking in the night, searching. The bartender gave him a bottle of scotch and an empty glass. He poured himself and began to drink. If anyone bothered him, he'd definitely drain them dry.

"Oh… Why so glum?" He suddenly heard someone say beside him. He certainly knew whose voice it was, so he rolled his eyes and refused to look.

"I'm certainly not in the mood. So why don't you just scram?" He said impatiently.

"Don't tell me this is still about dear Elizabeth now, is it?" Rebekah asked with her silky accented voice. Damon glanced at her and saw that she was making a mocking pout at him. He rolled his eyes. Rebekah's fun and all, but he's not in the mood. And he's certainly too much of an ass to even try to be nice to her. "Look, we're on the same boat. Nik's missing as well. But I know that he ran away because of our mother." Damon faced her with his eyebrows arched in mockery as well.

"I'm not really interested to hear this…" He breathed, widening his eyes with a slight smirk on his lips. "So, like I said… Why don't you just do me a favor and scram, like Klaus did?" His smirk turned into a full smile this time, and he watched Rebekah's face turn into a stern look.

"I understand that you're an ass, Damon. But if you want to find Elizabeth, then we can help each other." She said. And they locked each other's gaze for a few moments before he turned back on his drink again and sipped. He's not really sure if he can trust Rebekah at all. She is an original after all. Why would she be trust-worthy? Yet, he was that desperate. He has to find Elizabeth. She hasn't returned after the night where the Originals came back to life. He knew that she can take care of herself, yet why does he have this feeling inside his gut that he should find her? "What do you say, Damon?" Rebekah asked again.

"I say," He began as he faced her and narrowed his eyes. "That if you try and trick me, then the deals off, and I'll kill you." He said and saw that Rebekah smirked.

"Alright…" She breathed, sitting up as she took the bottle of scotch. "But if you trick me, then I'll kill you as well." She added, looking straight in his eyes with a smirk. They locked it for a few minutes then Damon finally shrugged. Rebekah then chugged on the bottle and gave it back to him.

"Everyone's got their own issues." Elena sighed as she sat down in their living room. Of course, not everything was going well. In fact, she hadn't seen her friends for a long time already. And the only thing that she had to worry about was the fact that Elizabeth is missing, as well as Klaus. Ever since the night when the Originals came back to life, they've been missing and Damon was crumbling into pieces as he searched.

"Maybe they're with each other." Alaric suddenly chimed in as he walked and stood away from the couch with a coffee mug in his hand. "Maybe they're in this together." Elena looked at him, as well as Stefan, who had been returning to his old self and had been progressing really well.

"Probably," Stefan shrugged. "But why would Elizabeth turn to Klaus? Just a few days ago, she was going to drive the white oak stake at his back, and then she'd leave with him? I don't think that makes sense."

"But what if she needed something?" She suddenly chimed in. "What if she was manipulating Klaus and…"

"What can she possibly need from him when she was willing enough to kill him?" Alaric suddenly interrupted. Elena glanced at him then at Stefan who was nodding along with what Alaric said.

"You're right…" Elena sighed again. This was pointless. A week had gone by and they're still figuring out why Elizabeth was missing. They haven't tried searching at all, yet they've asked Rebekah where Klaus was, and all she said was that he ran away, as usual. Esther, their mother, the original witch, was finally alive again. The sealed coffin was the one and only thing that Klaus was scared of, aside from Mikael – his stepfather. And Esther could've killed him any second, yet she was here to forgive him. It was strange, yet the Original family had been peacefully living ever since their Masquerade Ball where they were introduced to the society of Mystic Falls. "But… the only thing that can help us find her is…"

"Esther." Stefan finished.

"Rebekah…" She heard her name as she entered in their home. She turned around and saw that it was her brother, Kol standing by the staircase with a smirk on his face. She inhaled deeply then arched her eyebrows.

"Kol" She said, giving him a faint smile. "I didn't expect you to be here."

"I do live here, sister." He replied with a soft chuckle as he walked towards her. But then, she saw his eyes drift away, and she immediately realized that Damon was behind her. "I didn't know we can bring home guests. If I did, I could have brought home some ladies to have fun with. Don't you agree, Rebekah?" He suddenly addressed her as his eyes drifted to meet hers. "Is he here so you can have fun with him?" He added arching his eyebrows and his smirk turned into a knowing grin. Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"I didn't let him come with me." She said firmly. "In fact, I told you to wait in the car." She suddenly turned her head towards Damon who stood there with his hands in his pockets and a bored look on his face. He then shrugged off his shoulders as she turned her head to face her brother again. Kol chuckled softly.

"Oh, so you mean he's taking you somewhere for fun?" Kol continued to ask with an amused look.

"Enough Kol," They suddenly heard the echoes of a voice coming on top of the staircase. They all looked up and saw Esther, their mother, appeared by the staircase and came down a few steps. She looked lovely and she definitely looks just like Rebekah. Oval-shaped face, golden hair, thin lips, and the same beautiful eyes. It's been a week already since Esther and her other brothers came back to life. And yet, nothing has happened. They were living in peace; just like their mother asked and they were more willing to obey. It was only because of the fact that their mother had given them life – eternal one, as well – and she can take that gift off of them.

Or maybe it wasn't a gift, more of a nightmare.

"I had heard enough of your witty remarks. And I do suggest you behave." Esther continued, giving Kol a stern look. He immediately nodded, and looked back at Rebekah, who was giving him a knowing smirk. He rolled his eyes.

"Yes mother." He mumbled. They then watched Esther descend the staircase wearing a white chiffon blouse and dark jeans. Once she made it to the last few steps, she smiled, but Rebekah realized that it wasn't for her. It was for their guest.

"Mr. Salvatore, is that correct?" She asked. Rebekah then frowned. What was her mother up to? Rebekah then looked at Damon, who nodded. "I'm surprised you've dropped by. It was nice to meet you and your brother at the ball. Of course, there is Elena…" She trailed off which made Rebekah arch her eyebrows. They then heard Damon clear his throat.

"I was only here to ask you something…"

"Actually," Rebekah immediately interrupted him. "I was wondering if you know where Nik is. I'm sure he ran off to someplace, but of course mother, you're the only can who can know of his whereabouts." She said then gave her a faint smile.

"I was afraid you'd ask that." Esther exhaled with a faint smile. "Truthfully I do not know where he is." She added, shrugging. "Niklaus has a tendency to do run away from what he is afraid of. I for one should know my son. I've watched him for a thousand years in the other side."

"Why would he be afraid of you?" Damon asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

"He was the one who did the deed on our mother. You don't expect him to be that tough now, do you?" Rebekah asked, turning to him. Damon then shrugged as he understood perfectly. Rebekah should know her brother as well; she had spent a good century running away from her father, Mikael, with Nik.

"And he's that much of a coward that he even killed his very own family." Kol suddenly chimed in with a wicked and amused smirk on his face.

"So why are searching for him?" Esther asked. "Haven't you had enough of Niklaus?" They saw her arch her eyebrows as she waited for Damon to reply. Damon however, was looking at Esther straight in the eye with that mocking gaze of his. Rebekah tried to hide a smirk because she absolutely knew that that won't work for their mother.

"We think he has Elizabeth." He said with his voice low and even. Esther's lips slowly turned into a smile.

"I'm not surprised." Esther said with a soft chuckle. The three of them frowned. What did she exactly mean by that? Does she know something they don't? But then, without another second to waste, Esther quickly added. "Come with me." The three of them followed her behind. Rebekah slowed down in her tracks as she got near to Kol. And once they were near the staircase, she immediately blocked her brother in his way.

"This is not your business, Kol." Rebekah said. "I do suggest that you mind your own." She then gave him a slight push, but strong enough to move him. If she did that to a human, they would've gone straight to the wall, but since Kol was an Original as well, it only made him move a few inches. She then turned her back from him and immediately followed Esther to her room with Damon.

"I can use a spell to feel his energy, and to feel Elizabeth – if he is indeed with her." Esther suddenly said, as she got a sage and burned it by the candle. The doors of Esther's room were shut. Everything else looked so European and elegant. She does have to give it to Nik for building a very nice home. Though, Rebekah had seen far better than this, centuries ago. They watched Esther bring out candles from a shelf, and laid them all on the coffee table. Once she was done, she immediately lit them up with her powers. "But, I will need your blood, Rebekah. I will use mine as well since they're both from our bloodline." She continued. Rebekah nodded as Damon continued to watch beside her, where he sat. Esther held a dagger with a wooden handle as she nodded to Rebekah, who stood up. "Ready?" She asked. Rebekah nodded as Esther lifted up her hand, and Rebekah gave hers to her.

Esther closed her eyes, and began the ritual as she chanted the spell. Rebekah waited as her mother held her hand, and after a few moments, she saw that her mother opened her eyes still chanting the spell as she pierced the dagger through her hand and made a slash across her palm. Rebekah resisted the pain as she gave a small grunt, and saw the sight of her hand. Blood immediately went out from the slash and left her hand in a bloody mess. She heard her mother still chanting the spell, and let her blood drop from her palm and into this bowl of clear water. After that, Esther let go of her hand, as she put the dagger on the table beside a candle, and took another one with a pointed edge. She poked her finger with the dagger which was deep enough for it to spew out blood. She then let the blood drop from her fingertip and in the bowl.

Once their blood mixed into the clear water and Esther finally finished the spell, the flames of the candle grew intensely and immediately went back to normal as they heard Esther gasp. Rebekah looked at her mother, as she got the clean white cloth and wrapped it around her bloody hand. After a few moments, Esther's eyes flew open and she began breathing heavily. Rebekah gave her mother a clean cloth for her finger, and Esther slowly took it. "What did you see, mother?" She asked.

"I felt their energy." Esther breathed. Her eyes seemed to be blank, but then they drifted towards Damon. "And you were right. He is with Elizabeth. I felt their strong energy and I immediately knew he is with her."

"And do you know they are?" Damon asked as he shifted in his seat.

Rebekah stared at her mother as Esther and Damon locked each other's gaze for a couple of moments before Esther nodded.

Stefan sat in his room as he thought of something to write in his diary. He was so deep in thought that he felt his stomach grumble. He was hungry, already? It had only been last night since he last fed. Yet, in a matter of minutes it will finally be twilight. Maybe that explains why his stomach's complaining. In vampire time, that's like two hours or something. Though, he had been thinking the whole day, and he's squeezing his brain for his diary entry.

His thoughts were disturbed when he suddenly heard the front door slam.

Stefan frowned as he waved his pen in midair, still trying to think what to write. He then heard Damon's footsteps. He stood up from his chair and went by the door only to see Damon pass by. He continued to frown. What? There was no sarcastic remark? No witty yet annoying comments? Yes, he was waiting for Damon to actually say it, so he went towards Damon's room. He saw Damon get a duffel bag and started packing, and this disturbed him even more.

"Am I missing something?" Stefan suddenly broke the silence.

"Now's not the good time, brother." Damon said, still packing, and he was definitely in a rush. Stefan crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned on the doorway.

"Seriously, where are you going?" Stefan asked. "And don't tell me that it's because you hate me or something because we didn't have a fight at all." Damon stood up straight as he folded a neat gray V-neck shirt.

"Nope" He said as he looked at Stefan, and narrowed his eyes with a lopsided smile. "Not everything's about you, Stefan. You have Elena for that." He arched his eyebrows as he turned back to packing. Stefan then rolled his eyes, but then he heard footsteps coming from the living room.

"Damon, you're taking too long!" They heard someone call. Damon looked at Stefan and he only blinked his eyes. He knew whose voice was that, and all he can do it frown and blink.

"Why am I not surprised?" Stefan continued to say, and saw Damon roll his eyes as he went to his walk-in closet, then back out again with a few more clothes.

"It's not what you think, brother." Damon said, but then he stood up straight again and looked at Stefan with a frown. "Besides, why do you even nose around my business anyway? I don't even ask what you and Elena do in a room." He widened his eyes then shrugged as he continued to pack and got a few shoes. Now it was Stefan's turn to roll his eyes as he shrugged. After a few moments, Damon zipped his two duffel bags and carried it. He turned and saw Stefan still standing there, looking down on the floorboards. He was hungry, yet it seems he was still thinking of what to write in his diary. "You're still here?" Damon suddenly broke the ice with an irritated tone. He then started walking, and passed Stefan.

"Where are you really going, Damon?" He continued to pry and followed Damon behind as they went down the stairs and saw Rebekah standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Where else?" Damon finally answered. Yet, it was still pretty vague for Stefan. There are tons of places in this world, and he knew exactly where Damon wanted to be. There's Italy, France, England, tons of places where he always wanted to go to when he's feeling a bit damaged – or hurt – whatever, until something finally rang in his head.

"You're going to look for Elizabeth?" Stefan suddenly asked and stopped in his tracks in the second to the last step of the stairs. Damon looked at him and snickered as Rebekah shook her head.

"What else would we do?" Rebekah said, impatiently. Stefan then looked at her and she only arched her eyebrows with a shrug. "I can't help but overhear your conversation." She then turned around for the door.

"We've already searched everywhere." He continued to say. "You actually know where she is?"

"Yup" Damon answered with a shrug. "Seriously Stefan, we're here just to get a few things. I'm not up for this twenty questions and crap." He added. Stefan only shrugged.

"Alright, then where is she?" Stefan still continued. Damon sighed and rolled his eyes as he turned away from Stefan and was about to follow Rebekah.

"Not gonna tell ya until we do find her." He replied. "For now, you should just stay tuned." Damon looked at him and narrowed his eyes as he gave a knowing nod. Stefan nodded as he walked behind Damon and watched him go through the door. Stefan then closed it behind him as they finally left.

Klaus sat on a couch as he looked at Elizabeth's currently dead body. The dagger was still there, piercing through the pits of her chest. It was the right time to finally pull it out. And he knew that once she wakes up from her deep slumber of death, she'll go practically crazy and go up against him again. Though, he wanted to search for the White Oak Stake that she nearly drove to his back, he knew she hid it perfectly in a safe place and it was no use.

He didn't have a choice, really. He had to face Elizabeth's wrath. It was the perfect time for them to be away since his mother; Esther came back to life again. And no, he did not run away because Esther might kill him. He just cannot afford for Elizabeth to have another trick up her sleeve and actually drive the stake through his heart. If Elizabeth had another perfect chance, he knew he'll be dead in no time.

Yes, this was it. Just to be with Elizabeth in a new place is something worth risking. He wanted them to be what they used to be. He wanted her to feel that what he did before was a mistake and that he deserves a second chance. He wanted her to feel that they need not plan a revenge for each other. He was willing to forgive her – no doubt about that. And he certainly wants her to be away from that Salvatore scumbag, Damon. He cannot afford seeing her with that pest at all. He then sighed as he stood up slowly. He walked over to her dead body lying on the carpeted floor, and he crouched down beside it. He held the dagger, grasping its cold metal handle and slowly pulled it out.

In a matter of minutes, she'll be awake.

And he's more than prepared.