Stefan & Elena Chapter III

Bonnie focused as she cast the locator spell drawing in Elena's energy and focusing on the images around her she saw the house. Focusing on the house number and the exterior of the building Bonnie recognized the house. It had belonged to an elderly lady in town that had passed away a few months ago.

Bonnie came out of the trance weak, shaky, and ravenous taking the glass that Damon handed her she gulped greedily.

Raising her head as her fangs receded she faced Stefan.

"She's at Ms. Margaret's old house for now but there's a weird vibe." "I can sense Elena but she's not alone and I'm not sure who or what is there with her.

"We're going." Stefan said as he grabbed his keys and ran for the door. Damon hugged Bonnie and then sped off after his brother.

"Stefan let me drive. Damon said as he rounded the car.

"Fine, Stefan said as he flipped Damon the keys and hopped in the car.

"We don't know whats in that house Stefan, Damon was looking at him seriously.

"I can't have you going in and getting all hero on me."

"I know, but don't expect me to sit on my hands with her life in danger." Stefan returned Damons stare.

"Elena has risked her life for me, so many times." I won't live without her and I won't let Joey grow up without her."

"She's everything that's good in my life."

"I get it, now stop sounding like a marshmallow and get your head in the game." Damon returned to his normal smirky self.

Elena …..

Elena stared at Isobel as she walked across the room and stopped in front of her.

"So I hear you made me a grandmother." Isobel was cold as usual.

"Well first you would have to be a mother." "And from where I stand you make Joan Crawford from Mommy Dearest look like mother of the year."

Elena saw the blur of Isobels hand as she slapped her. Stars swam before her eyes for a moment and she tasted blood in her mouth as she turned back to face Isobel.

Elena looked coldly at her birth mother.

"Mommy I didn't know you cared." Elena didn't try to hide the sarcasm dripping in her voice.

Isobel was so enraged her eyes changed for a moment before she regained control.

"I almost regretted doing this, but you've made it easy.

This time when Isobels hand moved Elena was ready, bringing her hand up she blocked Isobels arm. Elena felt the bone in her forearm shatter as she blocked Isobels grab for her necklace.

Diving to the floor she grabbed a small chair with her good arm and took a swing at Isobel. She felt a perverse satisfaction as the chair connected with her birth mother and broke.

Grabbing one of the jagged wooden shards she jabbed it toward Isobel.

The hiss of indrawn breath let her know she had found her mark.

Elena turned and ran for the door; if she could just make it out the door she had a chance.

She made it to the hallway and ran full out around the corner when a force grabbed her hair so hard she was pulled off her feet and jerked backwards.

Her eyes smarted with tears and she immediately spun trying to fight with her good arm.

Isobel ripped the vervain necklace from her neck and threw it down the hall.

Holding Elena by the hair she forced her to look at her.

"You will forget Stefan, Joey, Damon, and your entire life in Mystic Falls. You will stop struggling immediately and you will do exactly as I say."

"As you say, Elena repeated with a dull glassy look in her eyes.

"We are going back to your room now and I'm going to set your arm." You will not make a sound, when we leave this place you will go to the car and get in without compaint."

"Without complaint, Elena repeated.

Isobel released her grip on Elena's hair and Elena turned robotically and walked back to the room she had just ran from.

She sat on the bed and stared straight ahead totally unaware of what was happening.

Isobel picked up Elena's broken arm turning it to assess the extent of the damage as John entered the room.

"What the hell did you do Isobel? "I told you to compel her not kill her!"

"We had a disagreement, Isobel replied barely sparing him a glance. " I can't set this, the bone broke and fragmented she'll need a surgeon.

"I can keep her under control and I can compel the doctor, but we need to take her to a hospital now."

"We can take her to Williamsburg Memorial no one there will recognize her. Isobel discussed it as though they were discussing the weather.

"Fine, but no more rough treatment! John snapped.

"Don't tell me what to do John!"

Isobel stood and her eyes issued a threat no words needed to express.

John stepped aside as Isobel walked past him leading Elena from the room.

The daze Elena was in was slowly beginning to clear; the vervain beneath her nails had kept her from being compelled completely.

Already she was beginning to remember Stefan and their son; she wisely kept quiet and continued following Isobel down the hall.

Pain was screaming down her arm like a living thing, the urge to scream was growing. Elena waged an internal war to stay silent and show no emotion. She had to let them believe she was under control until she could escape.

Stefan…..

Damon drove past the old Victorian home and parked the car around the block. Pulling Ric's stake gun from the bag in the backseat he tucked it under his jacket and nodded at Stefan.

Together they got out of the car and seperated to cover the house. Stefan walked up to the front door, using his preternatural hearing he listened for any noise. The house was eerily silent. Stepping onto the front porch he reached the door and twisted the knob until the lock crumbled. He carefully opened the door and stepped inside.

The scent of blood combined with Elena's perfume hit him like a physical blow. Proceeding cautiously up the stairs he followed the scent down the upstairs hall. He felt the crunch of something under his foot and was devastated to see that he had stepped on Elena's locket.

Picking it up carefully by the broken chain he felt his blood run cold. Dangling it between his fingers he continued stealthily down the hall checking the rooms as he went.

Finally he came to a bedroom with obvious signs of a struggle. He could smell Elena and seeing the jagged splinters of wood coated in blood terrified him, he picked them up and sniffed. The blood wasn't Elena's but it was definitely a vampires.

Damon stepped into the room gun drawn; he noted the necklace still dangling between Stefans fingers.

"Where the hell is she? Damon whispered

To Be Continued…