Chapter Two

By Ivycat


Warnings; Not suitable for children, non-con, violence, language, adult situations.


When Elena awoke she was chilled to the bone. She looked around her in groggy disorientation. There was a splashing sound and as she looked down she saw she was in the tub. Had she really fallen asleep in here? That was alarming. She could have drowned. Shaking her head at the notion she hastily got out of the now ice cold water, shivering. She wrapped herself in a towel and hurried into her bed, needing to get warm as soon as possible.

As she lay in the bed the past events played before her, but the one that kept incessantly replaying was the cold empty tomb, her calling and calling to Stefan, and his stubborn refusal to respond.

She tossed in bed angrily; sleep refusing to come despite her weariness. Frustrated she sat up, then went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas and put them on. Something was wrong, there was an anxiety washing over her that she could not place, her chest tightened in response, she made up her mind to go down and fix a cup of tea to try and relax, though maybe not vervain tea, she thought wryly to herself.

She quietly went down the steps and entered the kitchen; she filled the kettle and sat down waiting for the water to heat.

There, that was it. The anxiety, the tightness in her chest, the feelings of foreboding, it was her old enemy from childhood, asthma.

A feeling of relief washed over her, the whole feeling of foreboding was explained, it was no dire supernatural precognition, it was a purely physical reaction to an illness. Hyper responses of her fight-or-flight instinct to the respiratory constriction.

That was good; the tea would help with that. Idly she wondered if she even knew where her inhaler was anymore, she had not had to use it in years. In fact, she had thought she was over it, had hoped that her days suffering from the most un-cool of illnesses was over, She had not even had an attack for over two years, but such a cure it seemed was not her luck.

There was a sudden eruption of impatient whistling from behind her signaled that her water was ready. She poured a cup, and then carried it up to her room, settling herself into her bed and pulling a warm blanket over her, sipping the tea, enjoying the warmth of the warm soothing tea on her sore throat. She was probably going to get some kind of a cold from her caper tonight; she had the achy sluggish feeling that was the usual herald. She sighed in irritation; a cold was one thing she did not need. Then finishing the tea, she put the cup on the night stand and slipped under her covers again. This time, aided by the tea, she slipped into an uneasy sleep.


It was hard to breathe; the air was dense, thick with her carbon dioxide. There was a vise on her head that made thinking hard. This was just a dream. She had to wake up. "Come on, Elena", she exhorted herself "WAKE UP!"

But awakening from her dream was even more disorienting, she was cramped, her limbs twisted in unnatural positions that caused jolts of pain to soot through her at every bump.

She was surrounded with the smell of old rubber and gasoline, and the heavy metallic odor of motor oil.

Her eyes widened in the darkness as her position dawned on her.

No, no no, no! She was trapped in what was unmistakably the trunk of a car. The road noise and flashing red lights from the driver applying the brakes to the vehicle all pointed to that conclusion.

It had all been real, the stuffy air, the ferocious head-ache, not a dream, very, very, real. How had she gotten here? How had she been moved from her room without being awakened?

"Hey!" Elena started yelling, kicking at the back seat. Hoping to attract attention from a passerby or driver. Her abductor must have heard her, for suddenly the car started swerving erratically, sending her rolling around in the trunk. She braced herself as well as she could, then she remembered, wasn't there an emergency release on all the trunks now days? Once the car had stopped careening around, she wriggled around till her hands were able to grasp at the area where the latch would have been. There was nothing there; it must have been removed already. The rough ridges of a file were very noticeable as she ran her fingers over where it should have been.

"Argh!" Elena cried out in frustration, she tried resuming her efforts to kick down the back seat. Suddenly the car swerved and fishtailed onto a dirt road, the gravel pinged and ricochet of the under carriage with a staccato sound.

Elena kept kicking at the seat, but nothing happened. She felt around for her phone, but then remembered that it was probably still sitting on the bed side table. Her pajamas did not have any pockets so there was no chance that her phone had gotten taken with her.

Her fear escalated, to near panic, her breaths coming in quick gasps, she could feel the muscles in her chest slowly tightening, her lungs aching and burning as she struggled for air. This was not good; she knew she had to calm herself down. She could not let the fear take her.

She forced her mind to other things, the family trip to Disney Land, how at four Jeremy had cried and refused to go near any of the costumed characters, how he howled when their mother had tried to take him near for a photo shoot. She knew he still got the chills whenever he heard Donald Ducks quacky voice. She smiled, she had never ever let on that she knew he was still terrified of a cartoon duck. She thought of Stefan, of the moments of happiness she had with him, the time he had taken her to the top of the Ferris wheel, she focused on the peace of those memories, and in response she could feel a slight relaxation in the constriction of her lungs. But her forced tranquility did not last long as her mind kept rapidly returning to the questions of who had abducted her and why. Was it one of Klaus's minions? Elijah? Who was after her now? Did Damon and the others know where she was? Did they even know she was missing yet? How long had she been out? The questions kept piling up on themselves, but there was never any answer to them.

As near as she could tell it was about twenty minutes later that the car started to slow down. It then turned onto an even bumpier road, and then it stopped. Elena grew still, ears straining to hear what was happening. The driver slammed the door and walked around to the trunk and she heard the snap of the automatic trunk opener as it was remotely unlocked. Elena instantly sat up, alert, every sense tuned to finding a means of escape.

It was very dark out, there was no moon and Elena could not see her abductor clearly, only a vague shadow of a person.

"Who are you?" She asked, struggling to keep her voice even.

There was no response, she was gripped firmly from behind, under her arms, being hauled out of the trunk none too gently. She gasped as her bare feet made contact with the icy ground.

"What do you want?" She asked, trying once again to elicit a response from her abductor.

There was still no answer, she looked around, there were no lights, no buildings that she could see, nowhere to run and hide The darkness surrounded her, almost seeming to reach out and embrace her in its velvety arms.

Then she was roughly dragged, backwards, her heels scraping painfully on the rocks on the road. She struggled and writhed to escape his grasp, but she was unable to break free. She was now certain that it was a vampire who had her; no human could have managed to have not been thrown off balance by her thrashing, and the arms that restrained her were cold, too cold for a human.

Then, her arms were yanked above her head and a rope secured around her wrist. Elena yelped in pain as the rope bit down hard on her skin. Then there was a sudden tug that pulled her all but off her feet, only leaving her toes scraping the ground, Elena could feel the rough scraping of bark against her back, with a chilling realization it hit her that she had been strung up in a tree.

"Who are you? What do you want?" She tried again. Her voice rising in fear.

Then, for the first time her captor spoke.

"Who I am is irrelevant, and as far as what I want, it is quite simple, I want to pay back an old, very old score, and you, human, are the surest means to that end."

His voice was well modulated, with a tinge of British accent. Smooth, low, not at all threatening as one would have expected from a sinister kidnapper.

"What? Who?" Elena was confused. "I do not understand."

"There's not to question why, there's but to do or die."

Elena shook her head; he was not making any sense. She knew it was poetry, and that she should have read it in school, but could not place it.

"Please." She tried another tack, "Whatever you want, this can not the best way to accomplish it. Can't we talk about it?"

There was no response to her plea. She twisted around, swinging on the chain she was suspended from, looking about for her abductor. She still could not see anything in the blackness.

Then her head was snapped to the side as a hand made contact with her face, giving off a vicious sounding snap.

She gave a sharp cry of surprise and pain. The attack was totally unexpected, and was made even more disorienting by the fact that that she could not see anything.

But the pain did not stop there, other blows joined in quick succession she was being struck with a hard wooden object, Elena writhing and screaming following each one as she experienced the agony of her bones giving way and fracturing from the blows, her soft tissue swelling from the abuse. The brutal attack only came to an end when there was a splintering sound, followed by cursing, the bat had broken.

Elena used the respite to catch her breath, and noticed her face was wet with tears.

Then there came the sound that sent chills of terror down her back. An ordinary, everyday sound that one heard almost every day, one that did not usually incite fear and terror in her.

The sharp snap of a popped button and the gliding, metallic sound of a zipper being lowered.

Her brain tripped into overdrive, panic at the wheel.

But it seemed as if her body was frozen, immobile, she tried to breathe, but it seemed as if in her panic she had forgotten how. She felt a searing pain from her side, her body protesting the lack of oxygen.

She felt her clothes being pulled off her, felt the burn of the fabric as it was ripped violently across her skin. She could tell she was screaming, but her voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable as her own.

Then, nothingness, nothing except for a cold, tense realization of the inevitable. But mercifully, all emotion seemed to be suspended, as if someone had hit a 'pause' button inside her mind.

It seemed to her that the world around her still kept time, but she was frozen, her last thoughts and emotions were of that time bubble she was suspended in. She held herself tense for a moment, fearing that real time would ensue, that it might start up, that she would have to resume feeling again. But it did not.

From the frosted glass that protected her mind she knew she was being raped. Her mind distantly registered the cold, angry hands on her breasts, the far off agony of her neck being torn into and mauled the excruciating pain of having her blood drawn against her will.

Then came the final humiliation, the humiliation of feeling her body taken, used as another's plaything. The burning pain, the unrelenting agony as he thrust himself in and out, in and out, that part of the nightmare seemed to go on for hours. Then mercifully the loss of blood and pain were enough to release her, to give her temporary reprieve from the hell she was in. Darkness embraced her but this time she welcomed it.


The next chapter will be moved up to 'M'. Thank you for your reviews! I hope you like this, it was SO hard to write!