Author's Note: Wow, I am shocked. The story has had such great response, and I am thrilled. I will be continuing, though I don't know where it will go right now. I'll have to sit down at my desk later and plan out the story further. Well, as I have said, I am very happy with the response, and I would like to thank everyone for their reviews, because I love to read them.

I am so sorry that I haven't posted again before this, and I wish I had a good excuse for not posting. But, my week was just really busy, and I got a stomach bug and have been in bed sick for two days. And today was the first I could sit up long enough to type up a chapter.

One last thing…

This takes place at the start of season 2, and it will be covering a bit more then just Delena. My little version of what will happen next, and it is just something to keep us entertained until September 9th when the show airs. {I am going crazy trying to find a preview for the 2nd season. The only one I could find was the one a ComicCon, and the quality wasn't very good. But, I wont complain, it still looks amazing. Katherine is so mean!}

And now, we will continue on.

Ambushed

Chapter 2: Closing the Door

The memories flooded back to her, and Elena gave a squeak of surprise, clutching her head in pain as she moved. Damon? What had happened to Damon?

She looked around. She was in a stone room that was lit dimly by a torch in the corner. The floor was concrete, and had small bits of hay and leaves on it. The walls were just stone, old fashioned torch holders lined it every few feet. The place gave her the strangest feeling of déjà vu. Had she been here before?

Her hands helped her lead the way as she crawled, not trusting herself to walk around. Her eyes still adjusting to the lack of light in the room. She made out a figure lying in the corner. They were wearing a leather jacket, a black shirt, black pants, and black boots. Damon. No one else wears all black.

"Damon!" She called, hoping for a response. She crawled over to him, feeling a pain in her head as she did so. He was lying like he was dead, not moving at all. His eyes were closed, almost as if he was sleeping. The look on his face wasn't calm though, it looked strained, worried maybe. Or even surprise. There was a very shallow breath that escaped Elena's lips.

She grabbed his shoulder and shook it… hard. His head loolled to the side, still non responsive. She knew with regular people, you would check to see if they were breathing, their pulse, and if not do CPR to get them breathing. That wouldn't do so much help with a drugged vampire.

"Come on, wake up Damon." She gave him another shake, placing her hand on his face. She moved his face, hoping for a response, but he didn't move.

"He's not going to respond." A voice called in an amused tone. Elena turned around slowly. She knew she would have to face Katherine. And she would lose. Damon was the only way she would survive. And he was drugged out of his mind, and couldn't move.

Elena covered Damon's body from the vampiress's view, and looked back at her, "Where are we? What do you want?"

There was a small pout, "Your no fun, I don't know what they see in you…" She let the sentence hang, "And I'm sure you know where we are. I mean, last time you were here, you were looking for me." She put an emphasis on the words, letting them sink in.

The human girls head whipped around to look around the room. Now she knew where they were. The tomb, from 1864. They were in the cricular room where Pearl had been, along with most of the other vampires. The stairway that leads up to the entrance was behind Katherine. No chance of being able to sneak away now.

Katherine watched with little intrest as Elena looked around the room. Stupid human. She thought to herself. Of course, the girl could have been an idiot and the Salvatore brothers would have gone for her. She looked like Katherine, and she didn't have to do anything but that.

Elena looked back at the vampire, "Take me, kill me, I don't care. But don't hurt Damon, take me and leave him alone." She said in a steady voice, but there was a trace of begging at the end, when she mentioned Damon.

There was a giggle, "Why would I do that?" She inclined her head to the side, giving a twist, "He'll wake up in thirty minutes. The vervein will hold him down for another hour after that. But then, it will be fair game." She let the girl comprehend her words before continuing, "He's been drugged with vervein, almost as bad as being starved –and that was his second time in one night. He'll be quite thirsty. I'm sure he'll go for you as soon as he can move, and you'll be dead before he can stop himself." She gave another laugh.

"Damon won't hurt me." Elena said before she could stop herself.

Katherine appeared in front of her, the vampires face only a face inches from her own, "A vampire will do a lot of things when they are injected with vervein. You'll be surprised how much trust can be broken because of that tiny herb." She gave a smile, one that was sugary sweet, but almost too nice looking, sickening. "It can tear you apart. The same way that it went between my game. The only difference, I wanted them to survive that night, that's why they did –when they tried to rescue me. You, I don't much care for." She gave a small sneer.

She started to walk towards Damon, and Elena instinctivly stepped more infront of him. Quirking an eyebrow at the human, Katherine shoved her aside, giving a small laugh as she heard the small thump when she hit the tomb's wall. She bent down and looked at Damon's dead-looking body. She prodded him with her finger, noticing he still wasn't moving.

The fun wouldn't start until he woke up, and from the amount of vervein that Katherine had given him; it would be a half hour at the earliest. Maybe an hour, depending on how strong he was –yet again, he was weak from the earlier events too. He may be out longer than expected.

Katherine frowned, seeing the girl weakly try to sit up again. She started up the stone stairs to the entrance of the tomb. Seeing the door, she opened it, stepping out. She would be back, but Damon needs to be awake for her to make her big announcment.

In the mean time, she had another Salvatore brother to deal with.

Pulling out an Itouch from her pocket, she scrolled through Damon's contacts. Anna, Elena, Liz, Pearl, Rick, Stefan. Rolling her eyes, Katherine hit Stefan's number, and then hit the call button.

Stefan placed the dead bunny back onto the grass, feeling bad. If he had known he was that hungry he would have went for something bigger. He whipped the extra blood off of his chin, standing up. The leaves crinkled upder his feet.

He hadnt talked to Elena since she had said she had gotten home, and that her dress had been stolen. He thought of stopping by, but decided against it. She probably wanted privacy after what happened this evening. Maybe he would call.

Getting back to the boarding house, and walking into the parlor, he noticed something was off. Damon would usually be drinking some type of alchol by the fire around this time. But he wasn't here. Now that Stefan thought about it, he hadnt seen him since the fire.

Sighing, knowing he was just worried about Elena, he grabbed his cell phone off the counter. He hit Elena's contact and hit the send button. He held the phone up to his ear and listened. A womans voice came over the line, "I'm sorry, the number you have reached has been disconnected. Please check you have entered the number correctly and try again." The monotone cut off and the line started beeping.

Stefan's eyebrow furrowed. He was sure that was Elena's number, he tried the number again, entering it in manually to make sure he had it right. The same monotone greeted him, telling him the same thing.

Elena wouldn't have changed her number on him. Maybe she broke her phone or something like that. His phone gave a loud ring that broke the eerie silence. He checked the small screen for the caller I.D. Damon?

What was Damon calling about? For what Stefan thought, he was out drinking at a bar or hanging out with some poor girl –no, Bonnie would kill him for that. Sighing, Stefan answered the phone, "What do you want Damon?" He liked his brother, but today he was stressed.

"Stefan?" It wasn't Damon's voice though. It was Elena's.

His head tilted to the side, "Elena?" He paused, "What are you doing with Damon's phone? I tried to call yours and it said the number was disconnected." You could hear the worry in his voice, along with something else. Maybe jealousy. Of course, history didn't need to repeat. And if Elena had Damon's phone, that meant she had been with him some time after he had talked to her.

There was a pause, "He came over after I talked to you, and he left his phone. I broke mine." She stated. "Why don't you come over? There's something I need to show you." She drawled in a very un-Elena like way.

Stefan replied quickly, "Alright, I'll be at your house in a minute." He promised. He waited for her to say, 'I love you.' But the line went off, and a dial tone came on. Frowning, Stefan grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

Something seemed off about Elena. She was definatly different. Probably just stressed from all that happened today. She probably needed to rest and calm down. Because she had even sounded off to him. Something seemed different…

Stefan arived at the Gilbert house a few minutes later. He went up to the front door and knocked. No one answered. Strange. He opened it, and walked inside.

The air was filled with one smell, blood. His eyes darkened at the smell, and he had to consentrate on stopping his eyes from going full on vampire. He had to consentrate. What if it was Elena that was bleeding? She could be dying!

He used his vamprie speed to be in the living room within a second. But no one was in there. He checked the office down the hall, and nothing either. Finally he made his way into the kitchen. The search was over.

The vampires eyes darkened again as he took in the sight. John was on the floor, shallow breaths escaping his mouth. His fingers had been cut off, and they were lying dead on the counter. His stomach bore a long gash that fit the knife that lay beside him. A pool of deep red blood surrounded him, soaking his clothes.

John spotted his figure, "Help." He croaked, reaching limply towards the fuzzy outline. Stefan took a step closer, testing his self control. He couldn't get near the blood; he wouldn't be able to control the bloodlust that followed.

Slowly, he stepped around John's body, holding his breath. He reached the kitchen phone and dialed, 911. A lady answered, "911, what's your emergancy?"

"A man's been stabbed, I need an ambulance." He said calmly, consentrating on the phone, not the blood. The lady asked for the adress, and Stefan gave it to her quickly.

He hung the phone up once he finished the call, and then started to leave. He heard John croak, "Wait."

Stefan turned around, "It's Stefan, not Jeremy or someone like that. I called an ambulance, and they'll deal with you. You tried to kill me and my brother, I really don't like you enough to stay." His tone was slightly bitter.

He turned on his heel to leave. Stefan was on edge from all the blood, and John being the person who was here didn't help. He hated John, end of story. The blood craze added to that. John called, "It was her, she stabbed me."

That caught his attention, "Isobel?" He guessed, looking back at the limp figure.

"No." He groan, grabbing his stomach. "Her."

Stefan finally busted out, "Who's her?"

There was a long pause. Finally John whispered back, "Katherine." The pause that came was unconfortable. Stefan turned to leave, but John continued, "She took Elena, and… your brother. Find her, Elena. Save her." He begged, his eyes slowly slipping out of focus.

John must have loved his daughter. He was begging a vampire to save her. And a vampire that he knew would do anything for her, but at the same time, they hated him.

The sounds of an ambulance came down the street, the siren blasting. John slowly slipping from consiousness, not hearing the response from the vampire. But as the EMT came through the front door with a gurney, Stefan was gone, already taken off from the house, in search of the two girls he had ever loved.

Inside the tomb, Elena was rubbing her head from where it had connected with the wall. Katherine had left nearly a half hour ago, and the door to the tomb had stayed shut. Elena knew she hadn't a hope of prying the stone open on her own. The stone had to have been a foot thick, and it was only seperated from the wall by a small crack. Human hands wouldn't pry that open for their life –and that was what was on the line.

Damon gave a small noise that sounded like he was choking. She shot up from where she was sitting and made her way over to him. "Damon?" She shook his shoulder.

"Damn it." He muttered, not able to move from the lingering affects. He cursed, rather loudly too, and then caught Elena's face from the corner of his eye."Bitch."

Elena looked at him, "It's Elena, Damon."

He turned his head to where her voice came from. It took him nearly ten seconds to get his head to turn, but he managed to look her straight in the face. This was definatly Elena, not Katherine. The look on her face was one of sheer terror. Something that Katherine never would have shown on her face. And the brown eyes showed true fear. ". What happened?" He asked slowly.

"Katherine came back. She stabbed John before I came into the house, and then after I talked with John for a few minutes and called you, she showed herself. And when you got there, she drugged you with vervein and then I think she cracked my skull knocking me out." She rushed over to him, explaining quickly. "She's probably going to be back soon."

There was a small aplause from the corner, and Katherine stepped forward, "Very good, you're getting smarter." She smirked down at Damon's limp form, "I see my boy finally woke up. It took a long time, nearly fourty five minutes. You've gotten week Damon, I liked you better before." She commented, giving a small curtse.

Damon could barely move his lips to give a sarcastic response, "Yeah, well it changed when you werent here like you were supposed to be."

Katherine pouted, making sure Damon saw, "Would you have rathered I been in here, all shrivelled up and old? I would have been week and ugly. Would you have wanted to see me like that?" She asked in a mock-sad voice.

"Better being shrivelled up and in here than out there and healthy. Not coming once to say you were alright." Damon panted.

"We both know you don't mean that." She protested, walking around them.

"What do you want with us?" Elena asked shakily.

That earned her a look from the vampire.

"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.

Author's Note: And, that's it for Chapter 2. I know there was a big lack of Delena, but there will be some in chapters to come. I needed John to get back in, and Stefan needed to be clued in on what was happening. This kinda was a more of a filler chapter than anything else, but I needed everthing to get in motion before we get to the good stuff.

I have no idea what to do with poor Jeremy. He still hasn't been discovered –that he tried to kill himself. What should I do?

So, I will ask you. Jeremy; Vampire or Not? I think I don't want him as a vampire quite yet, but it's up to you.

More Delena to come. Stefan will have to come in and figure everthying out and meet Katherine. Then Bonnie might come in a little to help get them out of the tomb. And Jeremy has to be settled still. A lot more is to come. Expessially in the tomb, they'll be stuck for a while and Elena and Damon are going to get hungry *wink*.

As usual, Review. Each one is appriciated, and they make me soo happy and inspire me to write more.

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