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I Do Not Own The Vampire Diaries

Witch Craft And Coffins

Elena

Every time she moves an inch her heartbeat picks up further. Her throat is sore and as raw as fire; the flesh within her burns and her eyes sting with tears which are red hot. Each time she breathes it becomes harder to draw a breath – as if the oxygen in finite. Panic builds inside of her as she realises she is going to die.

Whenever she hits the wooden ceiling she hears nothing but a thud, as if she is in a place deep below the ground, and the sense of isolation grows. There was no one to tell her where she was and the air grew thinner with each moment. She could feel it in the way her lungs burned for oxygen, in her head, and how her heart beat faster.

Although she hadn't been there, an almost video-like replay formed in the darkness above her, of her parents drowning in the flash flood. She pictured her mother gasping for air as the watter seeped in through the windows – as she drowned. Elena felt as if she were drowning too, and her head grew heavier as air left her lungs.

She didn't need to concider for long who had done this to her – there was only one being that could be so cruel, but she could not have done it on her own. She thought just one name as she sank into a different, fathomless, darkness.

Katherine.

Damon

"This is not good enough!" Damon growled, his stomach churning, "Who knows where she might be hidden?" and his words were full of an odd mixture of anger and desolation. He felt as though he were going to combust if they did not find Elena soon.

"Well, we can't do anything until we know where to look..." a female voice said from the corner of the room, and a moment later there was the sound of a page turning in a book. Bonnie was pointing to a page in the dusty volume, "Trova ciò che è perduto." when he narrowed his eyes she elaberated, "Find what is lost. The spell's in Italian"

"That's brilliant," Damon sneered, "It might not even actually be anything useful."

"It's better than nothing." she snapped back, proceeding to read aloud from the book. At first she seemed only to be making random sounds and Damon's impatience flared up again. Every second that they wasted trying to find the spell they needed, the more likely it was that they would find Elena dead, and he could not stand the thought.

"It'd be quicker to use are eyes to look for her," he said scornfully. But Bonnie didn't respond to his quip. She gazed unseeingly across her bedroom, probably channeling whatever power she could weild, and Damon felt an odd sensation build within him. Fear, weariness, uncertainty. All these swirled within him as he watched her delve deeper into the shadows.

"Bonnie?" he asked, "Is everything ok?"

"Dark. Pitch Black. Dead. Panic. Katherine." she murmured, her eyes as flat and unmobing as buttons, as if she were speaking to herself.

"A coffin." This time it was her normal voice, and Damon stiffened.

"The graveyard." he said just as bluntly.