A/n Thank you so very much for the lovely reviews. :) Much appreciated 3 *u*

It is with great regret that I announce today, I do not own Elijah or the Vampire Diaries. It is true that if I did own Elijah he would be with Elena already, and Stefan would probably be dead. Sorry for any confusion.

Anywho on with the next chapter .

Elena blinked slowly, body cold and dripping, towel wrapped half hearteningly around her. She continued to stare, eyes glazed over at the dagger.

She felt numb. No sensation detectable in her tormented skin. No emotion passing through her fragile system. Her fatigued figure still placed in an uncomfortable hunched position, appearing purple from her falling body temperature, strongly resembling a corpse.

Elena's brain had detached from her body long ago, any mental functioning taking place, now was dormant.

Time passed rapidly without her acknowledgement or care. Too distracted by the glistening ancient object, pointing directly at her.

Morbid words and images compulsively entered her head ostensibly.

An immature voice saturated with concern flowed into the bathroom, echoing loudly, the respectful owner emerging shortly after.

Not realising in her dull state of semi consciousness that Jeremy had being obsessively calling her name constantly for a good minute, trying to locate her in the large house.

Her brother's features distorted into grave worry as he took in the sight of his adoptive sister.

"Elena..." He breathed softly, voice inked with sorrow, slowly crouching down beside her. Elena continued to stare hauntingly around him.

Jeremy lightly placed a hand on her shoulder-blade, patting her comfortingly. He withdrew his hand momentarily; flinching away from her frigid skin, Elena was unresponsive to the action, still engaged in her own reality.

The boy's eyebrows creased with uncertainty. "Elena, what happened?"

Elena was vacant for a moment before she was dragged back into the world by Jeremy physically shaking her.

She turned her head slowly to face him, afraid that any rapid movement might break her.

Elena opened her mouth once to speak but no words could be formed. Opening her crusted mouth for the second time; words successfully formed, but as a low, almost whispered crackling.

"Jer..." Elena paused, for her throat was scratchy and aching from sobbing.

"He's alive." She simply stated, unable to find words to describe her hopeless situation.

Jeremy's face continued to grow more bemused by every passing second, increasingly worried for his sister's sanctity.

"Wait, what, who? Who's alive?"

Elena's features remained stony and expressionless. Feeling as though if she were to move her skin, it would crumble like ash; so delicate and sensitive, unmoveable.

"Elijah. Elijah's alive." The girl continued, remaining impassive.

"No Elena he isn't, Stefan and Damon took care of him, remember? You were there. Everything's all right sis, I promise." Jeremy said. Tone full of reassurance, trying to relieve her of anxiety.

A marginal part of the Petrova fire returned to Elena, causing the slow circulation of her blood to quicken, brightening up her pale skin to the almost normal natural tan. She was slowly awakening from her depressive state.

"No Jeremy! It's not. Everything's not going to be okay. You don't understand. Just look."

Elena said in almost-rage; pointed her bony finger to where her absolute attention had been mere seconds ago.

The boy's eyes followed her stare, becoming heavy with understanding as he reluctantly came to the conclusion his sister was undoubtedly right.

Jeremy remained silent, for he had no words enter his mind, only forming a small "o" with his lips. All of his emotions easily plain to see in his soulful eyes.

The brother slowly formed out of his crouching position; cautiously walking over to the counter-top where the beautiful silverware lay untouched.

Jeremy seemingly amazed by the object; slowly laced his fingers around the handle, drawing it close to his eye, examining it with scrutiny.

"How?" He questioned seriously.

Elena hesitated momentarily, unable to respond instantaneous, her brain still thickly clogged with fear.

"I don't know." She honestly answered, finally returning to steady articulated speech.

Jeremy, happy with his attentive observation of the dagger, placed it carefully back upon the counter and turned his full attention to Elena.

The boy sighed, "We have to tell Stefan and Damon, Elena." he blatantly said, starting to pace the room nervously, trying to figure out the best plan of attack. Every so often looking back upon Elena, worried she might do something very typical of herself.

Elena had returned to silence, trying desperately to think. The process still long and arduous, her mental abilities completely cloudy.

After a long moment of the siblings lost in their own unique thoughts, Jeremy was taken out of his by Elena's high- pitched yelp, her face rapidly changed from unemotional to a look of complete terror.

"We would know!" She yelled, suddenly having an epiphany.

Jeremy ceased his pacing and was quickly at his sister's side, confusion evident on his young face.

"What?" He asked startled by her latest outcry.

"Jeremy, don't you get it? We would know. Elijah was in their basement." Throwing her hands dramatically into the air to emphasise her point, she instantly regretted the action, causing her a dull numb pain to shoot through her arms.

His face appeared vacant. "Yeah...I'm still not following you sis."

Elena groaned loudly from her brother's stupidity. "Damon and Stefan!" She paused allowing time for it to sink into Jeremy's head, still appearing blank she elaborated.

"They would've called the minute they knew something was wrong. They haven't, which means that something isn't right."

Jeremy seemed to finally understand Elena's point as his expression appeared enlightened slightly.

"So what you're saying is that Elijah could've killed Stefan and Damon?"

"Exactly! I have to do something Jer..." Elena said determined as she slowly helped herself off the floor as fast as her fragile body could take her, stumbling slightly for her legs were numb from being in the same position for longer than natural.

"No Elena." Jeremy said sternly trying to help her up, Elena carelessly swatting his hands away before he could touch her.

"What if that's exactly what Elijah wants you to do?" Her brother continued raising his concerns.

Elena didn't care, panicking just as severally as almost an hour ago, her mind was buzzing with what ifs. She was becoming irritated with him, didn't he understand that nothing else mattered to her?

"Jeremy there's no argument, I'm going. I need to make sure they're safe." Her voice sounding harsh to her ears.

Hobbling towards her bedroom, her legs incredibly sore due to the lack of circulation, she slammed the door in Jeremy's openly distort but vague looking face.

Elena peeled her damp, irritating towel off her muggy body, throwing it thoughtlessly on the floor and choose an outfit randomly, not carrying what it was; too concerned about the fate of her beloved brothers to worry about what she looked like to the world.

Flinging open her bedroom door and in the process almost knocking out an expectant Jeremy, Elena flew into the hallway, still in a never-ending numbing cloud, complete movement returning painfully slow to her body.

Jeremy stepped in front of Elena, blocking her path with his much larger muscular body, refusing to let her go again, he was desperate to try and convince Elena to see his way.

"Please... Elena. Don't." Jeremy said softly, his voice appearing almost calculated trying to contain any unwanted emotion from surfacing. He placed his large hands around Elena's underdeveloped biceps, holding her firmly in place, locking liquid eyes with her.

Jeremy was deeply worried about her well-fare, he had an eerie feeling that something would go horribly wrong; it always does.

Elena gave her brother a look that almost broke his heart; she would be unhappy either way. If she was here but not certain about Stefan she would be worrying desperately about his impending fate. If something was to happen to the brothers Elena would never forgive herself or him.

Jeremy sighed, defeated, he released his grip on Elena, slowly stepping aside and allowing her access to the stairs. Elena carefully engulfed her brother in a hug, grateful that he trusted her. Elena raised her head to reach Jeremy's ear.

"Thank you." She merely whispered softly and swiftly pulled away, cautiously pacing her way down the stairs.

A thought inwardly crossed her mind. Elena wondered why she hadn't seen Jenna this morning, but quickly dismissing the thought and replacing it with her overpowering concern for the Salvatores.

Elena fumbled with her keys trying to unlock the car door, her hands unsteady and trembling due to a sudden rush of much needed adrenaline. Finally after an agonising couple of seconds she successfully opened the door.

Elena placed the shaking keys into the ignition, trying to bring life into her car.

It didn't start. Strangely, no noise was even slightly made to indicate that the engine was starting to come alive. She feebly tried again but with the same result.

Elena sighed loudly out of annoyance and fell deep into her seat, something out of the ordinary caught her wandering eye and she leaned in closer to get a better look. Her eyes grew larger realising what it was, multi coloured wires were hanging out in a dishevelled state coming from underneath her steering wheel.

Elena brought her head down harshly onto the wheel, knowing her car was never going to start again, causing a loud beep of the horn, she groaned from the pointless noise she created.

Elena wanted to bring her knees up to her chest and ball her eyes out again, but a sudden noise distracted her momentarily. Elena brought her head back up swiftly when she thought she heard the faint noise of the passenger side door close.

"Hello Elena." A delicate voice casually called to her, sounding almost bored.

Elena instantly snapped her head around in the direction the voice was produced, gasping loudly from terror as she met two dark chocolate brown eyes.

"Isobel..." Elena breathlessly whispered, unable to say anything else out shock from seeing her estranged mother.

"I'm sorry Elena, he needs you." Isobel monotonously explained.

Elena's features contorted into confusion as she tried to process the words said before her, she did not see Isobel's delicate hand come flying towards her face. Elena was hit at supernatural speed directly on her side, causing her to slam into the side window, small parts shattered from the force, rendering Elena unconscious.

A/n Sorry Elijah wasnt as strongly featured in this chapter. Sorry again. I know, I know, he was missed ='(

Thank you for reading ^o^