A/N: First Chapter of The Lost Sister, I hope you like it. English isn't my first language so please correct me if I make a mistake. Enjoy! This is the edited version, I wasn't truly happy with the first draft. I think this one is better, Let me know what you think.
disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries all characters belong to the CW, except my own creation (I will keep her anonymous for a while)
I was walking through a dark alley, the smell of thrash was everywhere and rats were running around.
When suddenly, I heard a loud noise behind me; I turned around 'whose there' I said with a shaking voice. But then saw that it was just a thrash can that had been knocked over, probably because of the wind.
I walked further when I was at the middle of the alley the light from the streets became to fade away I picked up my pace and grabbed my phone to turn on my flashlight, I felt wind blowing behind me like someone ran past me and turned around with my phone in my hand holding it in front of me.
'If this is a sick joke, you can stop it's not funny' I said still holding my phone straightforward.
I lowered my phone and walked further when suddenly someone grabbed me from behind, I screamed and but they were already muffled by a hand clasping around my mouth.
'shhhhh' a voice said; female to my surprise 'we don't want other people to get hurt, now do we?' she whispered in my ear.
I shivered and before I could possibly do anything I felt a sting in my left arm, I looked and saw a syringe she pushed the plunger, my phone fell on the ground and everything went black.
I woke up nauseous, my head was throbbing and when I tried to open my eyes I couldn't see anything because darks spots blurred my vision.
After a few minutes I tried again and slowly opened my eyes to see my surroundings. I was lying in a chair and it was pushed back so I would lie comfortable – it wasn't, trust me – I opened my eyes further, I was on a plane – how do I know? – There were rows of chairs with all passengers not knowing I was being kidnapped, built in television screens that were playing a romantic comedy.
I felt something tickle my nose and touched it to see what it was: tubes were inserted into my nostrils they were tucked behind my ears and bound together under my chin.
I wanted to sit straight, but before I could do anything I froze by the sound of my kidnappers voice:'could you please get some more sedative for my niece, she's starting to wake up and I don't want her to feel uncomfortable for the rest of the flight?' apparently she was talking to a flight attendant.
'Thank you' she said and the flight attendant asked if she needed any help at the time when we were going to land. She said it was all settled and the flight attendant left. I felt a sting and drifted of into overwhelming darkness.
When the plane hit the ground, I woke up again with the powerful feeling that I might throw up.
I pretended to be asleep and overheard a conversation that I shouldn't have heard: 'Yes, she's still asleep and I wait until the last passengers are gone then I'll carry her out of the plane and take the next one to New York' … she was listening to the person on the phone, nodding and groaning
'yes, I implanted the chip we can track her everywhere there's no way she can escape' … 'We'll be on time before I get the information what to do with here' … 'I'll see you in a few hours Rebekah, bye' and with that she put her phone away mumbled something, disconnected me from my cannula, picked me up from the chair.
I rested my head against her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her neck for support. 'You're a tough one, aren't you?' she said soft, I moaned and she walked away. Once outside of the plane she put me in a wheelchair and pushed me forward.
Still not knowing what my kidnapper looked like I decided it was the time to know who she was. I waited for the right moment, when she stopped to check on something I slipped out of the chair and fell on the ground.
I opened my eyes and stared in those of my kidnapper hers were warm chocolate brown but the weren't warm at all there expression cold and as I looked further she had the same hair color as mine; dark brown with golden brown highlights and her other features were even more spectacular.
'Who are you, what are you doing to me?' I moaned still high of all the sedative she gave me.
'Oh sweetie, just relax you will know soon' she said with a cold voice that made me shiver. She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand, picked me up from the ground and placed me back in the wheelchair.
People were gathering around, looking at me, asking her what was 'wrong' with me. She used a lame excuse telling them I got out of the hospital and was allowed to go home.
They wished me the best and we moved to the next gate and boarded the plane within an hour, when we were about to take of she connected me to a new cannula and pushed another sedative.
She stroked my cheek again, all part of a stupid act I thought but somewhere in the back of my mind she looked very familiar. I made myself comfortable and fell asleep still not knowing what was about to happen to me.
When I woke up for the third time. We were no longer at the airport, this time we were on the road. Somewhere in downtown Manhattan, according to the Broadway adds hanging everywhere.
I was lying on the couch in the back of the car, I pushed myself up looking forward, meeting those cold eyes again that made me shiver.
'you're awake' she said with the same coldness in her voice as a few hours ago at the airport. 'What are you going to do to me, where are you taking me?' I asked 'I told you earlier you will know soon, so please shut up or I will put you under again' she said 'understood?' she asked 'understood' I said and rested my head against the window and stared at all the people outside.
At least they are free and not being sedated all the time when they wake up. We drove for another fifteen minutes before we reached our destination an abandoned neighborhood.
We entered the garage of what looked like an abandoned building. She stepped out of the car and opened the door so she could pick me up, instead I pushed her away and started running to the garage door, dark spots blurring my vision, my legs numb, I stumbled and fell hitting my head on the concrete floor.
Before I knew it, she was hanging over me worry and panic in her cold eyes. She picked me up 'we've to check up on you' she mumbled with al little compassion in her voice. She put me in the wheelchair. I tried to push her away but she pushed me down. 'Let go of me!' I said 'Shut up!' she snapped and her expression went cold again. She pushed me through the double doors into the building.
From the outside the building looked just like an old abandoned rat hole, but from the inside everything was white and sterile.
My head was throbbing and I trailed my hands down to the place were my head hit the floor. My hair was sticking to my head on the place were I hit it; I touched it and looked at my hand. It was covered with blood, lots of it.
I gasped 'afraid of blood I suppose' she said 'don't worry I will look at it in a minute'. We reached the end of the hallway and turned left, she opened a door at the right and wheeled me in.
The room consisted of white cabinets and a metal table. She placed me on the table and walked over to the cabinets and started searching for things. My hands were shaking, but I squeezed them into fists to keep them steady.
She walked over to me. Sitting next to me, she placed a tray with medical equipment on the table next to me. She was putting on gloves and rearranged the equipment.
When she reached out to me, I flinched 'relax, it won't hurt if you lay still' she said with a soothing voice 'now let me look' she pulled my hair to the side and examined my head carefully. 'A couple of stitches and you will be fine' she grabbed an antiseptic from the table and started cleaning my wound, I gritted my teeth.
After everything was clean I felt a little pinch and moved my head. She looked at me 'don't move, it's just to numb it up' she said and continued pushing the plunger, after a few minutes she started sewing 'how long has it been?' I asked 'a day or so' she said keeping her focus on the stitches.
'what are you going to do to me, are we staying here?' I asked for the third time 'have a little patience you will know soon and no, just passing through' she cut the thread, laid the equipment down and ripped her gloves off. 'All done' she whispered, I shivered.
She picked me up and set me in the chair 'I'll wash your hair and after that you can go to bed' she said pushing the chair forward. She opened a door at the left and we went in; it was a small bathroom with a few cabinets and a shower.
After she washed my hair, I put on some pajamas and she wheeled me out of the room, we turned left, right, left, left, right she opened another door. It was a room with a bed and that was all I needed; she laid me in bed and walked out of the room, closing the door and locking it behind her. As soon as my head hit the pillow I fell asleep.
A/N: that's the first chapter, please don't forget to review, favorite and follow.