Author's Note: I haven't posted anything on FanFiction in a while, because of a curse called Writer's Block. My writing is probably very rusty, as I am still getting over it, but I think it is time to dive back into the world of FanFiction. So, here is my first attempt.

Summary: "I don't share well, and you took what I liked most. Therefor, you will be punished. In a week I'll open the tomb back up, and we'll see if you can live that long." With that, Katherine shut the tomb door, sealing Elena and Damon into its depths. Set after S1 E22.

Ambushed

Chapter 1: Into the Tomb

Elena felt a dull pounding in her head. Instinctivly, her hand reached up to feel for any lumps or bleeding. Her eyelids were heavy, and the throb in her head increased slowly. She felt her hair under her fingers, the soft tresses, and something else. A lump, around the size of an egg had started under her hair.

Slowly, she recalled the events from earlier today. Founders day, where to start? She had fought with Jeremy, and then her and Stefan on the Miss Mystic Falls float. And then Damon coming over to them before the fireworks. He had said the tomb vampires were there. And she had told Stefan they had to find Jeremy.

That was when everything went wrong. Stefan had fallen down, clutching his head. Alaric had barely managed to get the officer to stop from taking him, and they dragged him out of the way. And they had talked, and figured that the device had somehow worked. "But Bonnie despelled it." She had said. And she had believed it to, Elena would have never given the device to Isobel if she knew it still worked.

Around then was when Stefan realised that Damon was missing. So, they confronted John, he non-verbally told her he was his father, and then made their way to save Damon. Stefan went into the back door, and Elena made to go after him. Bonnie grabbed her hand, refused to let her in, and started chanting.

All she remembered was wishing that Damon was alright. That both of them would make it out. She couldn't live without either of them. Damon was her best friend, and Stefan was her boyfriend. Finally, they stepped out. Stefan looking shaken up from the fire, but still standing. Damon looked like someone had beat him with a baseball bat and then left him there. That description was about all that fit him. He looked like hell, but he was alive.

She and Stefan talked again at the grill about what happened, and she assured him that she loved him, and only him. She felt something for Damon, that was obvious, but she loved Stefan. And nothing would change that.

When she went to the school to pick up her dress, it was gone. Of course, this made her think, but with everything that had happened this evning, she passed it off. A missing dress was the least of her worries. She just drove home, and called Stefan as she walked in the front door…

"That's right, someone stole my dress. I just stopped by the house to check up on Jenna and Jeremy before heading to the hospital." There was a pause as Stefan spoke back, "I love you too." She hit the 'end' button on her blackberry and slipped it back into her bag.

"Jeremy? " She waited for a response, but no one called back. After a few seconds, there was a muttled, Thud from the kitchen. Elena turned from looking up the staircase, and walked towards the sound.

The door swung open as she pushed it. A smell hit her nose, it was rusty, coppery, almost like… blood. Her head looked up, and her throat went into her stomach. The sight before her made her feel like she was going to puke. Blood, everywhere.

The blood started close to her, and her eyes followed it. It went up the counter, and she gasped. Four fingers lay there, severed from the body. Finally, her eyes made their way to the body which lie on the ground a few feet from her.

John clutched at his stomach, which was pooling blood. A knife, which had peirced him before, now lay at his side, for he had clumsily removed it. His left hand, which used to bear a ring, was missing four fingers, all cut at the knuckle. The stubs bleeding freely, as he feebly tried to stop the flow of blood from his abdomen.

Elena rushed over to his side. She hadnt wanted this. She hated him, yes, more than anyone else probably. He had tried to kill her best friend and the love of her life. That is a one way ticket to getting someone to hate you. And John had bought it. But he was still her only family left. Isobel was a vampire, and couldn't care less for her, and that left John, her real father. She couldn't just sit there and watch him die.

No one deserved that, not even John.

"John!" She yelped, grabbing the closest towel from the counter, in feeble attempt at trying to hold down the bleeding. Aplying pressure, she pushed it onto the large wound in his stomach, breathing through her mouth to keep from getting nauseous.

John stirred, his left hand, the bloody one, twitched, and he groaned in pain. His eyes were still closed and he slowly tried to open them. "Help." He muttered, still blind as his eyelids refused to open.

Elena applied more pressure to the wound, and looked around frantically. Stefan! She thought desperately. She spotted her phone on the ground where she had dropped her bag. Giving John another glance, she crawled to grab it.

Fumbling with the bag, her shaking hands were able to grab hold of her phone. She clicked it once, and the small screen lit up. She quickly pressed the first speed-dial buttton that should could reach and held the phone up to her ear.

It rang once, and then there was a pause before someone answered, "Hello Elena." Damon? Had she hit the wrong button? She had meant to call Stefan.

Frantic, knowing John only had minutes to live, she stuttered, "Damon, I need help. Please. John's been stabbed, he's lost a lot of blood, and I don't know who did it. I havent seen Jeremy or Jenna since this afternoon, and I don't want to leave John in case something happens." She rushed, talking much to quickly. But he was a vampire, right? He could put it together.

Damon's voice came on, "When did you find John?" He asked, and she heard the sounds of an engine starting in the backround.

She listened and heard John take another ragged breath before responding, "Two minutes ago. I walked in the door, and was on the phone with Stefan because someone took my dress-"

His voice cut her off, "Elena, you…" There was a pause, "Elena, do you trust me?"

Nodding to herself, she whispered, "Yes."

"Then I need you to-" John gurgled, and she looked over to him.

"Wait, Damon, one second." She ushered, looking at John. He had managed to open one eye and was looking at her blankly.

"Elena." His voice was weak and broken. Elena winced at the sound of it. He groaned in pain, "R.." He tried to say, but it wasn't audible.

"ELENA!" Damon's voice yelled over the phone. She picked it back up and placed it to her ear. Almost as one, both Damon and John said, "Run."

She scampered up, as if the floor had shocked her. A hand reached out and grabbed the phone from her, crushing it to bits in the process. "I think that will be enough." Came a voice. It was familiar, yet she had never heard it before.

Fear came over her. She knew who it had to have been. Slowly, she turned around to face them, "Katherine." She stated.

The face in front of her was her own. The hair was in loose wave's likes hers was, and she wore a black shirt and black leather jacket. Something that Elena would have worn on a regular day. But the face was also different. Under the eyes, veins were protruding, bluish black, and the eyes werent brown like her own, they had darkened to almost black.

Katherine smilled, letting her fangs show, "So nice to meet you Elena. Cant say John was a good company." She looked over to the bloody mess that was John with something that resembled disgust on her face.

Elena was sure that fear was written all over her face. She tried to compose herself before speaking again, "Why did you do this." Her voice was meant to have been strong, but it wavered and cracked.

Tossing her hair behind her shoulder, Katherine complied, answering in a bored tone, "He didn't listen to my orders, neither did Isobel. She'll be punished next, but I wouldn't pass up an oppritunity to see my boys. And, of course, meet you. I'v'e heard a lot about you." She circled Elena, taking in her form, "I must say. Isobel didn't lie. You really are an exact copy. Same hair, Same face, and –of course- same personality."

Katherine picked up a strand of Elena's hair between her fingers and twisted it, as if looking at a shirt on a rack at the mall. Elena flinched, pulling away from the touch. "I'm nothing like you." The words escaped her lips before she knew what she was saying.

It was the truth, to Elena. But Katherine had a different way of thinking. To her, Elena was a copy, and she was the same thing, but human. And Katherine didn't like it when you talk back to her, expessially if you are a human.

Next thing Elena knew, she was pinned against the wall. A small, but strong hand clasped around her throat. She tried to take a breath, but her windpipe was being blocked off. Katherine's face was fully vamped out still, and it was only inches from hers. Her lips near Elena's ear as she whispered, "Yes you are. If not, why did you call a Salvatore Brother. A regular human would call the police when their father was stabbed and dying. Not their boyfriends brother." She paused, "Unless he wasn't just that. If he meant something… more."

Elena fought feebly to pushed her off, but her attempts were short lived. Her head started to spin, from the lack of oxygen. "No." She managed to spit out, feeling the lightheadedness, and stars exploded in front of her eyes.

"Katherine, let her go." A voice growled from behind. Elena felt herself being released, and her body fell to the floor like a limp doll. She gasped, taking in as much air as she could. The stars began to fade, and she was able to see Katherine looking at another figure.

"Damon, such the white knight. What happened to the bad boy that courted me in 1864?" She inquired, twisting her hips to the side.

His lip twisted in fury, "He was killed by his father." He bit back, making a lunge for her. Elena saw his face vamped out for a split second before he had dissapeared, to reappear in front of Katherine.

He punched her, straight in the face. She didn't acknowledge the pain, she mearly reached into her pocket, "Didn't think it would be that easy, did you? Lover?" She pulled out a small siringe. She jambed it into his back, pushing the plunger down.

"Damn vervain." He fell to the ground, not moving. Elena made a move for him, as she saw Katherine reach down.

Elena crawled over to him, putting her between him and the vampire. Katherine let out a girly laugh, "You don't honestly think you could do anything against me? I have centuries of experience in fighting and could take down any vampire. A human couldn't put a stcratch on me if I was drugged with vervein and starved." Elena didn't move, knowing how stupid the move was.

Katherine leaned down, "Your choice." She gave a pause, "Then I'll see you when –and if- you wake up." Then something connected with her head, and Elena Gilbert knew no more.

Author's Note: That is where I will end the first chapter. I know it doesn't directly say that they are going into the tomb, but that is implied. And that's where Chapter 2 will start off.

-Again, I am getting over writers block, so I am probably very rusty. This is my first attempt back into writing, so critism is welcome, along with helpful info.

-I may just leave this story if no one likes it. It you want me to continue, then just press that little button below this, and leave a quick review. Writing a story means nothing if no one likes it.

Love,

VampireExpert101