Marcel arrived at the apartment but the door didn't open properly. He'd been staying at their other apartment the other side of the French Quarter for a few days. He became worried and decided to return, he hadn't heard from Evelyn since the night before he left. He pushed it open violently and entered properly, only to see the cause; Emma was sprawled across the floor. He dropped to her side and flipped her onto her back, he slapped at her cheeks to wake her but there was no response. He bit into his wrist and shoved it into her mouth, he wouldn't believe that she was dead; he needed to know where Evelyn was. Her eyes darted open as his blood went down her throat. She bolted up in a panic.

"EVELYN?!" She shouted as she sat up right, Marcel put his hands on her cheeks to steady her.

"Shhh! It's ok!" She breathed heavily as she made eye contact with him.

"Where's Evelyn? Is she ok?"

"I don't know that's what I was just about to ask you?"

"Oh my god! He still has her! She called me an-"She began to cry as she buried her face into her arms.

"Calm down…Tell me what happened"

Marcel was furious! He knew it was Klaus, he'd seen it in his eyes when he met her. Klaus was either going to take his city, or take his girl. And now it was time to fight, he was worried sick. Was she being tortured? What was Klaus doing to her? He was in full panic as he rushed through the city, he had to find him.

Through pure luck Marcel found him, sitting at a bar drinking straight from the bottle. Cocky bastard-Marcel thought to himself as he entered. Within seconds he'd pinned his former mentor against the furthest wall.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" Klaus was vexed but he seemed amused at Marcel's feeble attempts to frighten him. "WHERE IS SHE? I KNOW YOU HAVE HER"

"Where's who?" Klaus looked him straight in the eyes before shoving him across the room.

"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW!"

"I'm being serious. I have no idea what you are talking about…" Then suddenly it was Marcel who was pinned down. "YOU DARE THREATEN ME! WHO IS IT?"

"Evelyn…" Marcel muttered through fear and desperation.

"WHAT?!" Klaus's eyes widened before throwing him down. "How long has she been missing?!"

"4 days…"

"And you only just tell me!"

"I only just found out! I thought you had her?"

Klaus was infuriated beyond belief, someone had his Evelyn. And he knew it was someone who wanted revenge.

She felt as if she was in the room for days, who knew maybe she had been? Her body hadn't healed, and it didn't help that every so often new bruises and cuts were added. The room was pitch black, it must be night outside she thought to herself, but how would she know? She kept her eyes closed now and just waited for the punishment of being in love with Klaus. Her body ached and throbbed, the vervained rope had now burnt through her flesh. She heard footsteps coming, making her growl. These bastards didn't even have the decency to bring her new clothes. They walked in right on schedule; she had no energy to lift her lowered face.

"Hello Princess!"

"I see that I've been degraded…You called me Queen the other day "She croaked and followed it with a raspy cough.

"That's what I love about you my sweet; despite being at your lowest you still have enough strength for humour"

"I save it all for you…your visits the highlight of the day…" She lifted her face and smiled at him with her puffy and blooded lips. His eyes widened at the dark bags around her bright blue eyes, he seemed shocked. He turned to his warlock and stood up.

"Is she weak enough yet?" He asked but Evelyn interrupted them

"Any weaker and I'll be dead sunshine…." She laughed but it was quiet and dry. The warlock looked towards her and shook his head.

"If she's still able to joke then no, for it to work she needs to be at her lowest"

"Another day will do it…Give her the worse. I need to do an errand and then I'll return for my turn" He winked and patted his shoulder before vanishing from the room.

"So the big bad guy is a vampire? I cannot wait for his turn to beat me" The warlock shook his head and walked towards her.

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Nope…" He wacked her across the face with a crowbar; her jaw breaking at the blow. She was weaker than a human; she knew she could die at any minute. She just had to wait.

Her screams filled the small cell as he continued to torture her. Her body was now shaking at the pain he was creating. Her dim eyes followed him as he walked towards the small window and opened it. Her skin scorched as the small amount of sunlight flooded into the dark room. He shut the blinds before she caught fire, her head falling back. Her breaths were now short and her wounds were weeping.

"You know what…I'll save all that for when he returns" He pulled up a chair and placed it in front of her.

"Are we going to chit chat? Maybe we should start with introductions…" She spat as he sat down.

He flicked his hand towards her, making her growl at the pain.

"That's what you'd like isn't it? To know who we are…so you can run to your boyfriend and blab. We aren't stupid, we know you have connections"

She bared her fangs and lunged at him, only to be wacked across the face with the crowbar. She grumbled as she returned to her slouching position, even breathing began to hurt; it was most likely the broken ribs. She closed her eyes and waited for him to hit her once more, she truly had given up. To her surprise he didn't torture her anymore; he really was going to wait for his master's return. Her eyes drooped as the minutes went by, and soon she fell into a deep sleep.

A sting across her face woke her from her sleep, she grumbled as she saw 'the master' standing before her. She coughed before sitting back into the chair, she smirked.

"I've been waiting for you sugar" Her sarcastic tone caused him to pull out a knife and slice at her bare thighs; she winced as the blood gushed out. She was surprised she hadn't dried out yet, but she had suspicions that the warlock was keeping her alive somehow. He grabbed her face and forced her to look into his eyes. Every time she tried to look away he pressed his knees into the cuts on her legs, she wasn't healing and she hoped for death soon.

"You know this could all end Evelyn"

"And how? Claim my love for you and give myself to your unique charms…I'm not that sort of person" He snarled at her as he pulled her hair back, forcing eye contact.

"Oh really? What about Marcel then?" He barked into her ear but she didn't budge.

"At least he's attractive…"

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He ripped the ropes and threw her to the ground. Pushing her face into the concrete floor she screamed out in pain as her skull began to crack. Tears that she thought had dried up came streaming down her face as he hit her again and again. "YOU WHORE!" She tried to back away but his strength was to over powering. A final slap across the face and she fell to the ground, her whole body throbbed as it began to shake.

"It's time..." The warlock informed before stepping forward. Her breathing became irregular as he began to chant a spell. Before she fell into darkness a single tear fell from her eye, she hoped this was the end of her sorry life.

Elijah sat quietly in a café drinking his coffee, it was the first peace and quiet he'd had since he left Mystic Falls. He sighed with content as he thought about his Katerina; he missed her dearly but he still had second thoughts. He finished his drink and then left a tip, nodding at the waitresses he then walked outside.

There was something different about the city in recent days; he hadn't seen Klaus or Marcel in days, not even in the hotspots. He walked down the path and through many puddles, the first rain in weeks. Thankfully it'd cooled the smouldering city, and thankfully he didn't feel the effects. It was dark now and the only lights came from the streetlamps and the glowing half-moon that lingered in the sky. As he walked briskly down the street of where he was staying, he froze. A familiar scent hit him but he couldn't quite remember. He followed the scent back the way he came, and soon recognised it. The blood of Harvey Smithson, impossible he thought to himself he'd died 500 years ago. After following it for a few minutes he saw the man himself exiting a dark alleyway with another. Elijah lingered in the shadows and listened in closely.

"You sure the spell will work?" Harvey spoke with authority, something he must have gained since his human years.

"I am positive sir! Your final blows brought her to the lowest she could before dying. We just have to wait till Sunday, the moon will be just right, to see if it worked" Elijah could tell it was a warlock. He began to wonder to himself- How was this possible? What were they talking about? He waited until they had left before turning down where they came.

There was something sickening about walking down the steps that he discovered. It was eerily silent as he came across what seemed like a dungeon, stone walls leading up to a door. As he walked closer the smell of blood, vervain and tears grew, his stomach churned, he expected the worse. Turning the knob the huge wooden door creaked as it slowly opened. The stench of blood and vervain properly hitting him as he stepped inside the cell.

"Oh my…" He became speechless as he saw a limp and lifeless lump in the corner of the room. He noticed it was a woman; she only wore a red vest and underwear, which he soon realized was actually blood. Her body was covered in bruises, cuts and smeared blood; even her long black hair was matted and covered her face. He ran to her side and pulled the stands away from her face and soon fell back at the recognition.

"Evelyn…" He gasped. Rage, pity and sadness hit him as he stared at her lifeless face. Her delicate features covered in dark bruises and deep cuts, even her jaw was broken. It was sickening to see her like this, someone he cared dearly about. He surveyed her body and noticed that even her chest didn't look right; her ribs were in unnatural positions. "Dear Evelyn!" He lifted her carefully into his arm and carried her out as if she was a china doll.

As he reached outside his phone began to ring but he ignored it, he had to get her away from this hellhole, get her out of Harvey's hold. He soon reached where he and his brother were staying, to avoid sightings he went through the back.

Arriving at their penthouse he kicked the door open, no-one seemed to be in. Using his foot he kicked the door shut. He looked down at her but then turned his face away, he couldn't bare it.

"Niklaus!" He whimpered but there was no answer "NIKLAUS!" He roared, causing the pigeons that sat on the balcony fly away.

Klaus stepped out of his bedroom ready to fight, but his facial features soon dropped. His mouth opened to say something but nothing came out, he even stumbled before running to them. His eyes darted across her body, he was speechless.

"Open the spare room!" Elijah encouraged his brother to act.

As they laid her down Klaus fell to her side, he patted at her lifeless face.

"I need a moment Elijah…" He gasped as he stared into her blood stained body. As Elijah left he clambered beside her, cradling her body in his arms. The tears streamed down his face. "Please Evelyn…" He pulled the strands of her hair away from her face, it revealing cracks in her skull. He wanted revenge, but he wanted her back.

Elijah stood the other side of the door listening to his brother's pleas. It broke his heart listening to it; he walked onto the balcony and stared out to the city. Wherever Harvey Smithson was, he was in for worse than he gave Evelyn. And he'd make sure of it.