This story is rated M.
"You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If you don't stick with me, you're dead." She stared into his blue orbs, her heart beating 10 times faster than it should. "How am I supposed to trust you? How do i know you're not one of the bad guys?" She asked in a shaky voice. "You're just going to have to take my word for it." He said before turning and heading into the alleyway.
In the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Chapter One
"Ice coffee, please."
The waitress nodded her head and wrote something down on her little notepad before turning and heading back to the front of the diner. The girl with brown hair and chocolate doe eyes took her phone out and read the text that she just received.
From: Stefan
Two more days and I'll be home. Promise!
She smiled at the text before clicking the reply button and beginning to write. Her fingers ran over the keyboard of her phone.
You better be. I'm meeting your sister now to talk about the party. She'll kill you if you don't make it. Love you.
With that she pressed send and placed her phone on the table. She looked out of the window and noticed what a beautiful day it really was. The sun was shining, people were walking by. Young couples in love walking and holding hands. She watched as a woman in her late thirties walked by, holding a little girl and a man, who looked like was her husband, walked by her side. It was everything she wanted…to bad her fiancée would never commit to something that would take too much of his time. When she agreed to marry Stefan, she knew what her life would be like. She would be a queen. His queen. She would have everything she wanted. Every dress, every pair of shoes. She would live in a mansion. He was filthy rich, he could afford it all, but that wasn't what she wanted from him. She wanted what that woman had. She wanted a little girl or a boy with Stefan but knew that he would never give her that.
He was a demanding man. He's a smart, very handsome, polite but demanding. He was open with her from the very beginning. He told her what his intentions were. He told her what he expected from her. He wasn't the type of man to express his feelings, he didn't like talking about them, but he was very open two weeks ago when he asked her to marry him.
Flashback 3 months ago
"Ah…" Was the sound that came out of her mouth as he pushed his hips very ruffle into hers. It wasn't the sound a woman makes from feeling pleasure; it was the sound of pain. His lips traveled from her neck to her exposed breasts. He bit down onto her left nipple and she almost cried out. It wasn't a soft bite, a love bite, it was a bite that stung. "Stef..en." She called out as he pushed harder into her.
"That's it baby, cum for me." He called out. She was no were near her orgasm. She had never even felt one. She felt like crying…but she wasn't about to do that to him. He was so lost in the passion and besides, she remembered how upset he was when she told him that she didn't enjoy their coupling.
She was a virgin when she met him…he was her first. She really didn't know how it felt to have sex with another man but him. She loved him…she was sure of that, but the passion in the bedroom was never what she thought it would be, but then again her mother always told her not to dream to much. She told her that the most important thing in life for a woman was to find a stable man who could afford to give her the life she deserved. When Isabel's daughter met Stefan, she couldn't be more proud.
When she first started dating Stefan she had a hard time understanding his need to always be in control. He was the type of man who would always be in a business suit, never joked around, always serious. He got mad if she was late five minutes for their date, and at the time she never really considered marring a man that was so controlling. But as time passed by she got use to it.
As she looked up into his green eyes, she knew that she had to act it out. She had to make him believe that she was shattering from the orgasm he was giving her, even though she felt nothing but blunt pain. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth forming an O. "Ahhh…." She pretended to scream out.
"Just like that. Ride it out." He whispered into her ear. Just hearing him say those words…it was like he was commanding her to orgasm. She started breathing heavily pretending to be tiered from there intense coupling, which she was tired, but not from an orgasm but from having to pretend night after night that she was having the time of her life which she clearly wasn't.
Another thing with this man was that he had to have his way every time. She moved in with him 2 months ago. When she was packing her stuff, her mother told her to strictly please him. She never thought that being in a relationship means following someone's orders. What happened to mutual understanding and reasoning? So, when she moved in she then realized what her life was going to be like. The clothes she packed…she didn't really need them. Stefan had bought her a new wardrobe. All designer clothes, she was very grateful although she really didn't need them. The next day he left her a note saying that she has a spa and beauty appointment. When she arrived at the salon, the lady didn't even ask her what she would like; instead she just started by giving her a massage like Mr. von Schwarzschild had requested. Every night when he arrived home from work it was the same routine. He would order Mrs. Flowers, the cook, to make dinner by his choice. She was never picky when it came to food but it would be nice if he ever asked for her opinion. They would normally have dinner, small chitchat and then it would bed time. There would be no time to cuddle on the couch and watch some TV like normal people. He considered it a waste of time so he would simple just bring her back to bed and fulfill his needs.
Like I have already said, he's a demanding man. He's very serious most of the time, hardly laughs and jokes around. Their sex life wasn't passionate. He wasn't the type of man who would excite her. Every night she would wear a silky night gown with silky lingerie underneath. The act was always the same. She once asked him if it would be ok to undress him, he refused. He would normally just take of his clothes before climbing into bed. There was no foreplay involved. Even though she put the effort in dressing up for him, he would just take the night gown off along with the lingerie and position himself above her. He complimented her beauty but never really showed how much he appreciated her.
He wasn't an open person but in the heat of the moment she saw bits and pieces of a different person in him. As he was nearing to his orgasm he would start whispering dirty things into her ear, something he would never do if they weren't under the sheets. Her mother told her strictly that a woman's job was in the bedroom. She could still remember what Isobel told her the first night she was supposed to have sex with Stefan.
"Don't hesitate. Please him. You are a virgin and once he sees that, he'll want you even more then he wants you now." She came and sat down next to her. "A woman's job is to satisfy her husband in the bedroom, and I know Stefan is not your husband yet, but one day he will be and you need to make him see that you will always be there to fulfill his needs. Never turn him down."
She wasn't ready back then and her first experience wasn't what she thought it would be. It wasn't like in the movies. He wasn't gentle…well not gentle enough and here she was 5 months later still feeling the same pain she did on her first night.
His thrusts got deeper and faster as he neared to his own orgasm. She closed her eyes to keep the tears from escaping. She didn't want to upset him. She heard him let out a growl as his orgasm ripped through his body. He pushed his hips into hers a few more times until he was empty completely. His body collapsed on top of hers as he started breathing heavily. Her hands ran up and down his back, steading his breathing. When he calmed down he rolled over and smiled at her.
"That was amazing."
"Yeah…" She smiled back. He turned and looked up into the ceiling before turning onto his side and opening the drawer of the nightstand. She stared at his naked back as he took something out. He lied back and stared at the ceiling again. He was quiet. She got worried that something was wrong. She always had this need to help people and watching the man she loves struggle with something made her want to help all the more. She snuggled up closer to him.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing." Was his only response before looking down at her. "You know I love you, right?" He asked.
"Of course Stefan. I love you too." She said as she placed a kiss on his chest. Even though he didn't say it often, she knew he loved her.
"Then you won't turn me down." He said looking down at her.
"Turn you down about what?" She asked confused.
"My marriage proposal." She stared at him in shock. Did he just say marriage? She was so overwhelmed that she didn't hear him say. "Will you marry me?"
A million questions were running through her mind. Was she ready for this? Did she even want to be married? Does he really want this? Well, of course he does, otherwise he wouldn't have asked. Stefan wasn't the type to joke and especially not about something like this. She snapped out of it when she heard him call out her name a little louder.
"Sorry…I was…I was distracted."
"Clearly." He rolled his eyes annoyed.
"What were you saying?"
"Well if you paid a little bit more attention you would have heard me. I asked you to marry me." He said like it was nothing. It was like they were discussing the weather, not marriage.
She stared at him for a second before saying a shaky. "Yes…"
She wasn't sure if she wanted this but then again she wouldn't be living with him if she didn't plan on having a future with this man.
"Good. Then it's settled." He smiled down. He opened a little red box and took out a huge silver diamond ring and placed it on her finger. He didn't say anything more he just wrapped his arms around her small body and drifting off to sleep. She on the other hand was wide awake for at least another three hours wondering if she made the right decision.
End of Flashback.
As she looked away from the window she caught sight of the girl walking in. She looked amazing as she approached her with a smile. She was wearing designer clothes just like her brother. She had a respectable dark blue dress on with black high heels and a matching purse.
"Meredith, it's so good to see you." She said as she took the girl in front of her into a hug.
"It's good to see you too Lena." His sister smiled as she pulled back. Meredith sat opposite from Elena saying. "Where is he? He's supposed to be here."
"Business trip. He'll be back in two days." She answered taking a sip of the coffee that the waitress just placed in front of her.
"A latte please." Meredith said to the waitress before turning her attention back to Elena. "He better be!"
"He promised." She said with a smile on her face. When Stefan von Schwarzschild promised something he never backed down on his word. It was the way he was built.
"Good." Was the only thing his sister said before turning the conversation into fashion and the pair of new shoes that she wanted to waist 30 thousand dollars on.
His fingers ran over the keyboard as his blue eyes kept scanning for any information on the hard disc he had stolen from the building. The sun was shining outside, people were living their lives with happiness while he was stuck in this abandoned warehouse trying to save his life.
"It's useless Damon. I already ran the scan 3 times. Whatever was on there is gone. They erased it."
A soon as Rick's words made their way to Damon's brain, he hissed. "DAMN IT!" His hand smashed against the wooden table. This was not happening. Not after everything!
"Hey, you're safe here."
"I'm not safe anywhere! She'll find me, or if she doesn't, he will!" He said running his hand through his hair. He walked over to the sink and turning the tap on. He splashed the cool water onto his face trying to calm down.
He turned the tap off and then he heard the nose. It was a clinking sound. He turned to Rick with a worried facial expression. They were hiding in a huge warehouse in down town New York, no one ever came here, but then again he knew who he was dealing with, if they wanted to find him they wouldn't stop until they succeeded. He grabbed the mettle steal pipe from the table near him and hid behind the wall. Rick was on the other side also armed.
They heard footsteps coming closer and then his voice. "Damon, Rick I got-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence before Damon turned the corner and throw the metal pipe on the floor next to him. "DAMN IT NICK! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO SNEAK AROUND?"
"Woow, chill man!" The blond man said with his hands up in surrender.
"You fucking want me to chill after last night!" Damon yelled at him kicking the trashcan that was next to him.
Flashback hours ago.
She walked out of the kitchen smiling as she carried the pot roast she had cooked for him. "Bon apatite darling."
He smiled up lovingly as he said. "Thank you, sweetheart."
She placed the pot roast in the middle of the table before turning around and sitting in his lap. She threw her arms around his neck as she whispered into his ear. "You can thank me later."
He knew what she meant by that. Sneaky little thing. He ran his hands threw her blond hair and pulled her down for a kiss. His hands ran up and down her back while her fingers ran through his raven black hair. When the kiss got to heated and she knew they were going to skip dinner and head straight to the bedroom she pulled away. "Mhm…you should eat first."
She made a move to get out of his lap but he pulled her back. "I'd rather eat you."
She chuckled at him. "You can eat me tonight but now please try my pot roast. I made it especially for you."
Damon smiled at her lovingly. He wasn't really hungry but she put in the effort so he couldn't turn her down. "Ok, baby."
She got out of his lap and grabbed two glasses filling them up with red wine. She placed one in front of him and the other across the table where he was sitting. With a smirk on her face she sat down and took a sip. "Go ahead, try it. I won't poison you." She smirked.
Damon smiled at her and grabbed the knife cutting a piece of meat and placing it on his plate. He made a move to take her plate and fill it up but she stopped him. "No, I'm not hungry."
Damon looked at her before asking. "You're not going to join me?"
"I really don't feel like eating. It took ages to make this thing. I kind of lost my appetite along the way."
He smirked at her before saying. "Baby, it's not good to drink on an empty stomach."
"Don't worry my stomach is full." She smirked.
He shook his head smiling before saying. "Kat, seriously, you're not going to make me eat alone, are you?"
She smirked taking her glass of wine and saying. "Sorry baby. Tonight you dine alone."
He shook his head taking the knife and fork and cutting a small piece of meat and raising it to his mouth but then stooped and said. "You're seriously going to stare at me and swirl that glass with a smirk on your face?"
"I want to remember this moment." She said smiling before taking a sip.
He shook his head placing the fork down smiling as he said. "Why is this so important to you? You've cooked for me before."
She placed the wine glass down and said. "This is the first time since we moved in together." She leaned over the table and took a fresh carrot bring it to her mouth and biting it seductively. She chewed and then swallowed before saying. "Eat Damon."
He smirked knowing what her tactic is. She was teasing him. Making him do whatever she wanted. He took the fork and brought it up to his mouth. He was just about to place it in his mouth when a strong smell invaded his nostrils. He stopped and stared at the piece of meat on his fork before asking. "What did you put in this?"
She stared at him for a second before saying. "It's a special herb, just try it."
He stared right into her blue eyes before saying in a serious voice. "What did you put in this, Katherine?"
She smirked at him and said. "I didn't think you would figure it out, guess I underestimated you." With that she pulled from under the table a gun and pointed it at him.
Damon was in utter shock. He didn't know what was happening. One minute he was having dinner with his girlfriend, the next she was pointing a gun at his face. She smirked and stood up. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, lover."
"So you thought it was easier to poison me?" Damon said as his hand slowly reached out for the knife that was on his table. She was in on it. She was one of them. Katherine Peirce was one of them. His girl was out to get him.
"Yeah, saves me the trouble of having to shoot you."
"I can see your point of view. Pretty smart." Damon said watching her every move while his hand wrapped around the knife.
"I was always smart Damon. You know that." She smiled at him coming closer.
"So what now? Are you going to kiss me or kill me?" He asked looking directly into her eyes.
"I think you already know the answer, lover." She said smirking and pulling the hammer. In that moment he pulled the tablecloth off distracting her as he grabbed her right hand that was holding the gun and twister her around grabbing her in a tight grip. The gun fell on the table. In his left hand was the knife and he positioned it at her throat.
"Make one move and your dead!" He warned her. He couldn't believe this. His girl…his Kat was trying to kill him. Two fucking years of dating. She was faking it the whole time! How does someone do that? How evil do you have to be to do something like that! "It was all a lie?" It wasn't supposed to be a question but it came out like one.
"No…not all of it." She choked out.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're trying to kill me!"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I didn't love you at some point."
Was she serious? "At some point!" He repeated her words angrily. "Two fucking years Katherine! Why wait that long, why not just kill me in my sleep!"
"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to, Damon." She said. He knew what she meant. She was working for him. She couldn't take Damon out without his approval.
"How long?" He asked.
"Eight months."
"Why? Why did you agree to it? What did he promise you?" He asked gripping the knife that was pressed against her throat tightly.
"What does it matter what he promised me. It's not going to change anything."
"I fucking want to know! I want to know why you would sell me out!"
"Think Damon. Think of what I really want and need and you'll have your answer."
He closed his eyes trying to calm himself down from doing something stupid like killing her. It wasn't stupid to kill her. She was about to do the same thing to him but he wasn't a murderer. "Money, that's all you ever wanted."
"Bing." She said. She was awfully calm for someone who had a knife attached to their throat. "What are you going to do now, Damon?"
He grabbed the gun out off the table and pointed it at her head before placing the knife back on the table. He grabbed her arm still holding the gun and said. "Walk." He walked with Katherine over to the living room and grabbed his cellphone from the coffee table. He pressed number one and speed dialed Rick.
"Hello?" Came Rick's voice from over the other line.
"Rick I need you at my apartment now. Call Nick and tell him to head over here." He said not taking his eyes off Katherine.
"Why, what's going on?"
"I'll explain when you get here." With that he snapped his phone shut. "Sit down." He said as he grabbed her upper arm and placed her on the sofa. He stood in front of her holding the gun.
"Put that gun down Damon. You're not going to shoot me." She said leaning back into the sofa.
"No, first I'll torcher you and then I'll kill you." He bit out angrily.
"We both know that's never going to happen." She smiled.
"Don't be so sure. You don't know me."
"Oh, I know you. You're the one that didn't know you were dating and living with an assassin."
"I didn't know, but know I do. What's to stop me from putting a built in your skull?"
"Love." She answered.
It was like a knife threw his chest. She was right. He knew that. He loved her. There was no doubt about that, but all those feeling went flying out the window when he smelled bleach on that pot roast.
"You love me, Damon, and that's the only thing keeping you from pulling the trigger, so I suggest you just let me go so we can start this game of hide and seek."
"I loved you, Katharine. Past tense, baby. Oh and you're not going anywhere, lover." He used the nick name she used to tease him.
"You can hide behind all your sarcastic comments and your arrogant attitude, Damon, but deep down you know I'm going to walk out of here without a scratch." She smirked at him before standing up.
"Sit down, Katherine." He said in a serious voice holding the gun in her face.
She smiled and leaned in further. "I dare you to. Come on Damon, kill me." He stared at her face…her blue eyes looking directly into his. He couldn't see one redeeming quality in them that he used to see. She was far too gone, consumed with power. He kept staring at her, hoping, praying that she…
"DING DONG-DING DONG" That was the sound that distracted Damon and she had the upper hand. She knocked the gun out of his hand and kicked him in the shin as hard as she could before grabbing the gun and heading to the front door. She didn't get far though, the front door opened and a man in his late 30 made a move to grab her. He grabbed her and tried to steady her but she wouldn't calm down. As she was wriggling she positioned the gun and shot him in the leg. "Argh!" He screamed out loud. She ran for the front door and positioned the gun at Rick. "I'll shoot you if you don't move out of the way!"
The man stared at her. He knew what was going on. She was one of them. He just stepped to the side as she walked out the door still pointing the gun at his face before taking out her car keys and opening the door. The next thing that was heard was tiers screeching and with that she was gone. Rick walked into the house seeing Finn on the floor holding his bleeding leg with Damon beside him.
"THE BITCH SHOT ME!" Fin yelled. Damon didn't respond. He didn't know what to say. So he said the only thing he could in this situation. "Stay still, I need to stop the blood flow." He turned to the coffee table and grabbed the table cloth. He tore it and then started wrapping it around Fin's leg tightly. He needed to stop the bleeding.
"Damon…" Rick called out. He just turned around and looked at him. He looked like a lost boy. His blue eyes were full of hurt and pain. "When did you find out?"
"Just now." He answered.
"I am so going to kill that bitch when I get my hands on her!" Fin growled. Damon just turned to look at him. He wanted to punch him even though he knew Fin was right. "We need to get you to the hospital and I need to get that disc. This has gone for too long." Damon said getting up and grabbing his phone.
"Who are you calling?" Rick asked.
"The ambulance."
"What? Damon, you can't. What if they ask who shot him?"
Damon snapped the phone shut angrily and gritted his teeth. "What am I supposed to do? I can't stop the bleeding! Look at how much he's bleeding. If we don't get him to the hospital he could die!"
Rick ran his hand through his hair as he looked at Fin's pail face. "Come on; help me get him into the car. We'll take him to Bonnie." He said to Damon.
"I'm not going to the fucking hospital!" Fin growled.
"I won't take you to the hospital. Her shift ended 2 hours ago." Rick answered. Fin stayed quiet. Damon and Rick slowly picked him up and carried him to the car. They placed him into the back seat before taking off.
End of Flashback.
"I know what you're going through! My brother was shot last night!" Nick yelled as he came to stand right in front of him.
Damon swallowed thickly before saying. "How is he?"
"Bonnie managed to stop the bleeding." He answered walking over to the wooden table and placing the plastic bag of food.
"What did you get?" Rick asked as he approached Nick.
"Just some hamburgers." He turned to Damon and asked. "You hungry?"
"No." Was his only response before turning around and walking over to the car. He got inside and leaned back into the seat. He felt like crying out in agony.
"I don't think food's on his mind right now." Rick said sympathetically. "His girlfriend tried to kill him last night."
"If I starved myself to death every time Hayley tried to shoot me, I'd be long gone." He tried to joke. "Well I'm hungry; I haven't eaten anything since last night." Nick said as he unwrapped a burger and started to eat. Rick also took out one of the burgers and started eating.
"Damon, man, come on, you haven't eaten anything since last night." Nick yelled.
"I SAID I'M NOT HUNGRY!" He hissed angrily.
"Fine, suit yourself!" Nick yelled shrugging and taking a bite.
Elena laid on the big king size bed that she slept in every night. She stared up at the ceiling bored. This was what her life was going to look like. She was going to be a stay at home wife without a carrier. Stefan didn't like her working and always told her that she didn't need to. He made enough money to support them both. She hated this boredom. The mansion she lived in was huge. There were ten bedrooms, five bathrooms, an indoor swimming pool and an outdoor swimming pool, ground floor parlor and the second floor parlor, three kitchens, three indoor balconies and three outdoor, three dining rooms and 4 living rooms, oh and the ball room. He had eight housekeepers working every day for at least 6 hours. She wasn't allowed to clean. She wasn't even allowed to unpack her clothes. Stefan always told her that they had people who do those this for them. But what was she supposed to do? Lie bored on the bed all day. He had a successful company to run while she had nothing.
"Argh!" She screamed placing the pillow over her head. Caroline was out with Tyler having fun. She wasn't allowed. Stefan specifically told her that he didn't like Tyler Lockwood. He wasn't suitable for her to be friends with. He didn't like Caroline either but wouldn't comment knowing that Elena would get upset. She growled into the pillow letting out all of her boredom and anger. Her phone started ringing so she jumped up hoping someone had remembered her. She grabbed her purse and took it out looking at the caller ID. It was Stefan.
"Hey, baby." She smiled, happy to hear from him.
"Hey, honey. Can I ask for a favor?" He said over the other line.
"Sure." She shrugged. He needed a favor. He didn't call to ask how she was. What she was doing? Was she bored? No, he called to ask for a favor!
"Can you go over to my office and ask Cindy, my secretary, to call Conner Jordan and tell him that I have all the paper work ready for our next meeting."
"Sure, but why can't you just call her."
"I'm heading into a very important meeting and I already tried three times' she hasn't answered her phone. I will fire her as soon as I get back." He sounded frustrated.
"I'm sure she's busy with something else. Don't worry, I'll go now and I'll tell her. Ok."
"Thank you."
"No problem baby, I love-"He ended the call before she finished her sentence. "you" Elena whispered to herself. He could be so careless sometimes if frustrated her.
She grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
"Hello this is Cindy, you have reached Mr. von Schwarzschild's office. How may I help you?" The blond girl said quickly as she typed something on her computer. "No sir, he's not here at the moment. Can I take a message?" The phone started ringing again. She was receiving another call. "I'm sorry, can you please hold." She pressed the button to hold and answered the other call. "Hello this is Cindy; you have reached Mr. von Schwarzschild's office. How may I help you?" She typed something and then answered. "The documentation has been sent in the mail yesterday, sir."
Elena stared at the woman in front of her. She was working so damn hard, she didn't deserve to be fired. She was sure Cindy had a good reason for not answering Stefan's phone calls. The woman's head snapped up as she looked at Elena. "I'm sorry sir, but can you hold please." With that she pressed the second call on hold and turned to Elena. "Miss Gilbert, how may I help you."
"Stefan sent me to…" She stopped when she realized how busy the woman was. "You know what. I can do this." She smiled. "Is Stefan's office through there?" She asked pointing to door that had a tag written on it saying 'Mr. Stefan von Schwarzschild'.
"Yes, but if you need me to do something-"Elena cut her off.
"No, I can do this. You just deal with those phone calls." She smiled before walking past the woman and entering her fiancée's office. It was like everything else that Stefan owned. It was decorated and fashionable. The papers on his desk were neatly ordered and everything seemed to have its place in his office. She walked over to his desk and sat down. She opened his book of contacts and looked for Conner Jordan. When she landed on the name she grabbed his office phone and started dialing.
The phone ran 3 times before a man answered. "It's about time you decided to give me a call."
"Hello, is this Mr. Conner Jordan?" Elena asked.
"Who is this?" The man asked.
"I'm…I'm Mr. von Schwarzschild secretary." She lied.
"Oh it's you, Cindy. Look, tell him either he finds out where that bastard's are or I'm out."
Elena was taken aback with the way people talked when they were referring to their competition in the business world. "Mr. Jordan, Mr. von Schwarzschild told me to tell you that we have all the documentation that we need for the next meeting." Elena said.
"Excellent Cindy." He said over the other line before adding. "I will fax you the paper work I have from the deed and the address. You need to take it right now. Miller Harper will take it from there."
"Ok sir." She said to the men before ending the phone call. She was proud of herself. She grinned and did a little happy dance. Stefan would be proud. She did this all on her own. She wasn't useless. With the same grin on her face, she walked over to the fax machine and waited for it to finish faxing the paper work. She grabbed an envelope, and without even looking at the papers she placing them inside the envelope and sealed it up. She grabbed the last piece of paper and saw the address.
33 West 37th Street, New York
Wait for Miller in front of the fat cat wines.
With the address and envelop she headed out of the office.
"I got it!" Rick yelled from the car. Damon and Nick both ran towards him with hope on their faces.
"What? What did you get?" Damon asked.
"I hacked into his phone. Now I know where he is at all times!"
"Does that mean he knows where we are?" Nick asked.
"It doesn't work that way, man." Rick rolled his eyes.
"I was just asking. Not all of us are Science Tech geeks like you." He smirked at Rick.
"At least I have a brain, unlike you."
"Hey, don't get all pissy on me-"
"Can you guys drop it!" Damon said frustrated with the both of them. He grabbed Rick's phone looking at the map on it.
He's on sixth Ave right now." Rick said to him. "Heading to the Strand hotel."
"Great." Damon said shoving his phone into his pocket and walking over to the chair and grabbing his jacket.
"Where are you going?" Rick asked.
"To end this!" He said grabbing the car keys.
"No Damon. It's too dangerous, man." Nick said.
"I don't care. I've had enough of this! Last night was the last straw. Either I kill him or he kills me. I can't live like this anymore!"
"If you want to be the one to walk out alive you need to be patient." Rick pointed out.
"I'm known for not being patient, Rick." Damon said before gesturing for Nick to get out of the car.
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. If you want to go on this suicide mission, you're going to have to take me with you." He smirked at Damon.
"MOVE!" He said angrily. When Nick didn't move he started losing his patients. "Move, before I move you!"
"You really want to do this?" Nick said angrily. "Come on punch me if it will make you feel better!"
"I don't fucking want to punch you. Just get the hell out of my way!"
"NO! I'm not letting you kill yourself, Damon!"
Damon stared at him for a second before saying in the calmest voice. "Get in the passenger seat now."
Rick and Nick looked at each other. They knew that there was no way they could change his mind. He was stubborn like hell, but now he was also hurt. He was out for blood and there was no stopping him. Nick crawled over to the passenger side without saying a word. Damon got into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut before turning on the engine.
She got out of her car holding the envelope as she made her way over to the fat cat wines. She didn't understand why people did business. She felt like she was selling drugs not handing over documents. She always thought that business men did there meetings over dinner. At least that's how her father did it. She stood in the corner waiting for this Miller person. Five minutes almost past before a black hummer pulled over and an older man walked out. As soon as she saw him she knew something wasn't right.
He walked right up to her, looking her up and down. "Give me the paper work." He demanded.
"Are you Mr. Harper?" She asked clutching to the documentation.
"Yes, now hand it over." He said losing his patients.
"I'm sorry, but can I please see some ID first. These documents are very important so I can't just-" She stopped talking when she saw two men walking out of the hummer armed with guns.
"Listen sweet cheeks. Hand over the paper work and you can walk free." He said extending his hand.
She didn't hesitate at all when she saw the men with gun's she handed him the envelope and made a move to run but was grabbed.
"You're not going anywhere." The older man smirked as he grabbed.
"Let me go! I gave you the paper work, so just leave me alone!" She cried fighting against him.
"I'm sorry sweetheart but that's not how we do business." He smirked at her before saying to one of the men. "Get her inside!"
Elena fought against one of them kicking and screaming as he dragged her over to the hummer. As he placed his hand over her mouth she bit him hard.
"Argh! You little bitch!" He yelled loosening his grip on her. She took the opportunity and started running into the ally way. She could hear the other man running behind her. He was coming closer and her feet were starting to give in. She then felt him grab her from behind.
"LET ME GO!" She yelled. "HELP, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!"
"SHUT UP!" He yelled before grabbing her in a tight grip and making a move to drag her back when he was grabbed by someone from behind.
Elena didn't know what was happening. One moment her kidnapper was grabbing her back the next he was on the floor being punched by some other man. She stood frozen as she watched the man beat her kidnapper up. She then felt someone from behind her say.
"Damon!" She turned around and looked at the other man. He wasn't paying any attention to her; he was staring at the fighting men. "DAMON YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HIM!" The man ran over and pulled the other man off of Elena's kidnapper. When he pulled him off, Elena caught sight of her kidnapper. He was unconscious, maybe even dead. She looked at the man who saved her. He wasn't paying any attention to her; his eyes were glued to the man on the floor.
"We need to get out of here!" The blond guy said pulling him along. Elena stood frozen as the man's eyes finally landed on her.
"Who are you?" He asked.
She stood frozen. Her tongue was stuck in her mouth. She could say anything.
"I asked you a question? Who are you and why were they after you?" He repeated.
"I…I don't know. I was supposed to meet a man here to give him some documents. They just grabbed me for no reason."
"What documents?"
"I don't know. I didn't see what they were about." She answered honestly.
The men exchanged a look before her savior said. "Where are the documents now?"
"They took them." She answered.
Her savior ran his hand through his black raven hair, closing his eyes. The blond guy turned to him and said. "Let's get out of here Damon."
He looked up at Elena and said. "And they just took you for no reason."
"Yes, I did nothing wrong. I was just doing my friend a favor. She had too much work at the office so I wanted to help her out. They told me to give them the documents and they'll let me go. I did but they still wanted to kidnap me. Who are they?" She asked slightly shaking.
They exchanged looks. "You don't know?" Her savior asked.
"No, if I knew I wouldn't be asking. Can you please tell me what's going on?" She almost cried out.
They looked at each other before the blond guy said. "Let get out of here, Damon." With that he turned and started walking away.
She stood in the alleyway scared like hell. She had never been more frightened in her life. Her savior looked at her with his blue eyes as he said. "You were the delivery. A means to an end."
"What does that mean?" She asked.
"It means you're officially a target. You saw their faces and now you're on the top of the list to die." He answered walking over to the unconscious man and grabbing his gun. He stood up and tucked it in his pants.
"Why? I did nothing wrong?" She cried out scared. "Please can you take me to the police? I'm scared."
"I can't take you to the cops; I'd be arrested as soon as I walked into the station." He said looking her directly into the eyes.
Who was this man? She considered him a savior but hearing him say that he would get arrested made her think otherwise.
"What am I supposed to do now?" She asked shaking completely.
"You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If you don't stick with me, you're dead." She stared into his blue orbs, her heart beating 10 times faster than it should.
"How am I supposed to trust you? How do i know you're not one of the bad guys?" She asked in a shaky voice.
"You're just going to have to take my word for it." He said before turning and heading into the alleyway.
Ok, so this is a new story. I'm planning on making it short. I started writing it last night and finished it today. The idea kid of just popped into my head. I'm not planning on making this story a long one. It's going to be a shot one. 10 to 15 chapters. So what do you guys think? Take the time to hit the review button and simply just say. "I like it." Or "Continue." I love writing and when you guys leave reviews it just makes me want to write all the more, so if you want an update fast click the review button.
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