Chapter 6: Torture Monday

Emmie woke up in pain. Her back and shoulders were knotted and she felt her numb legs tingling. The door to the cell opened and two men entered. One went over to her sister with a tray of food while the taller of the two stood in front of Emmie's shaking body. She was cold, scared, and nervous about what was going to happen. He kneeled in front of Emmie and grabbed her chin, checking her face. Brushing her hair out of the way, he noticed the fang marks on her throat and the bruise that surrounded it. A deep frown covered his face and she watched his forehead wrinkle.

"Vampire slut,' he spat. His left hand swung back and with manly force slapped her cheek. Her head turned and she fell back onto the floor holding her bloody lip. His boot stepped on her ankle and she cried out, begging him to stop. He didn't, instead he kicked her around a few times, painfully letting his feet indent her stomach. She dry heaved and rolled away from his foot but he caught her by the hair and dragged her from the room.

The other male held Elena back as he urged his friend on. Once they were out the room, he roughly pushed Elena to the floor, satisfied when her head made a thud against the floor. Shutting the door he left Elena alone and sobbing. She had no idea what they were doing to her, but she heard her screams all the way down the hall.

"I haven't seen you in years Elijah,' a blond woman greet as he stepped into the awful Fangtasia bar. Ann? Sam? Ah, Pam, that was her name. She was the progeny of the man he came to see.

"I tend to keep from places such as this. You and your supposed fang bangers seem to enjoy this place so I digress." He replied flatly. Around him, half-dressed women and men danced atop pedestals while others walked around offering themselves as blood banks. "Where is Eric,' he demanded, using his superior strength to grip her throat.

"In his office,' she grunted, clawing effortlessly at his hand. He dropped her to the floor and straightened out his jacket. "Thank you,' he smirked.

The office was in the back and closed off from the rest of the bar. When pushing open the door he watched Eric suck blood from a young woman's neck. She was obviously under his spell because she kept muttering that it was fun. Clearing his throat Eric straightened and turned around to face him.

"How nice it is to see you Elijah,' he smirked, sending the girl on her way. "What brings you to Fangtasia?" Wiping his mouth Elijah watched the younger Viking sit and cross his left leg over his right knee.

"I think you know why I am here. I am sure you have heard of the twin doppelgangers being born. It seems a few wolves from Jackson have gotten a hold of them. I want to know who is behind it."

"And you come to me? If it was I who was behind it how differently would this conversation go?"

Before Eric can react, Elijah thrusts his hand into his chest cupping his heart. He knew pulling it out would kill him, but he really didn't mind. "I would kill you and torture those who work for you until I get the information I need. Then I would burn this wretched place down."

"Russell Edgington, he killed a human on live TV and has been hiding out in his palace. I am sure they are there." He grunted his eyes wide and bulging. Pulling his hand out none to carefully Elijah wiped it on a stray shirt in the room.

"I will send you a gift for your cooperation."

"I want some of her blood. Just enough for me and my progeny, Pam." Stopping Elijah looks over his shoulder and arches his brow. "Her blood, no matter when you drink it, gives immortality. Spilling her blood on the full moon, does the opposite. It kills. Upon hearing, that Elijah mentally smiles. He already had her blood, but he won't share that information with anyone, well maybe he would. It's about time they feared the Original Family again.

Oh,' he replied nonchalantly, he didn't plan to give Emmie's blood to anyone. He would not have sunk his own fangs into her neck if she had not asked. "Her blood is blue."

"If twins were born they had to be separated. Sometimes it eye colors, or hair, rarely is it blue blood. Even rarer is all three. Do you know what the twin looks like?"

"I do. She possesses all three rare qualities. A blue eye instead of brown, her hair is black instead of brown and her blood is a deep, sweet blue color."

"You have had her blood,' he asks surprised. "Impossible,' he muttered.

"It is not. She is mine. I want her back. I will have to pay Edgington a visit. Do not let him know I am coming."

"Remember our deal. I gave you valuable information."

"If Emmie sees fit to give you her blood then so be it. I will not take it from her without her confirmation."

"Drinking her blood before the full moon will kill you,' the man she come to know as Alcide spoke. His eyes landed on Emmie bruised form and he growled. "I told you not to harm her!" Emmie slid away from him and whimpered when her ankle pulsed.

"She aint nothing but a vampire slut. Look at the marks on her neck!" Her hair was a mess. Her lip was busted open and a large cheek covering purple bruise covered her cheek. He reached out for her and she flinched back. Grabbing her shirt, he lifted the material and saw more bruises on her stomach. He knew her back would be the same so he didn't bother to look.

"Russell will have your heart for hurting her. What of her sister,' he asked lifting Emmie's swollen ankle in his hand. He pulled off his shirt and tied it around the swollen appendage. It would keep the bone from snapping further.

"Knocked out cold. Hit the floor pretty hard that one,' he chuckled in response to his leader's question. Alcide had enough. He stood and pushed the arrogant werewolf into a corner.

"Do not touch them again. You already hurt them enough. Poor girl is bruised up. You had better hope Russell kills you, because if he doesn't I will. All we were supposed to do was bring them here."

"She deserved it. You have seen the marks on her neck."

"So you drinking vampire blood is no less disgusting? You are pathetic Conner." Walking back to Emmie's shaking form he lifted her in his arms and cradled her quivering body to his chest. He didn't want part in any of this, but he owed a debt to the Mississippi king. As soon as she was delivered, he would see to it that his debt was paid off in full. He looked down at the young girl and noticed just how young she looked. Her face, full with dirt, was still young looking. Her eyes, blue and dull, were large and doe like. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders like black rivers, and her skin was smooth. He inhaled even more and realized she hasn't been claimed. He fought the beast inside him and carried her towards a bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he walked into the closet and tossed some female clothing at her.

"They belonged to a vampire, she is dead now. You both look the same size. I will go get your sister. I know you are prisoner here, but you both need a more comfortable place to sleep. I will find you something to eat." She only nodded and held the clothes to her chest. He left her alone then, returning to the cell to get her sister.

Emmie exhaled as soon as the door clicked shut. The room was small, but the bed felt better than the floor. She was still upset with her sister and she wanted nothing more than to crawl in Elijah's arms and sleep. Stripping of her shirt, she puts on the jeans and grey sweater, thankful the fit. Her feet are bare and covered in dirt on the bottom, but the room has no bathroom so she will just have to suffer with them. Alcide, the man who brought her into the room seemed as if he was forced into this kidnapping. That does not excuse it but she does feel sorry for him. He looked at her as if he cared about her health, if the bandage on her ankle says anything. She just hoped when Elijah finally came for her he would take her away from all this. Being in on the supernatural is fun after a while but no, she sees just how dark a turn it can take. If Elena went through this monthly, Emmie wasn't sure if she wanted to know anything about vampires and other creatures anymore.

"He is coming for me,' she chanted. "I know he is. I just wish he would hurry up." Closing her eyes she lies on the bed, pulling a pillow to her chest to hug. Careful of her hurt appendage she shuts her eyes and tries to clear her head. She needs to rest but it is difficult when you have voices in your head. Everyone she touched so far seems to scream at her. Furiously blinking her eyes, she searches for Elijah's mind. Maybe she can hear him and it would calm her down. Something about the tone of his voice was soothing.

'Emmie,' she heard after ten minutes of focusing. Sitting up in the bed, she hides the smile and closed her eyes again. "Emmie,' she heard a second time, only clearer and pronounced.

'Elijah, where are you,' she asked. Hoping that he may have heard she keeps talking. "I need you, I am in some room. I don't know where I am." Silence.

'I know where you are. I will be coming for you soon, sweetheart,' he crooned softly in return. "I am close; do not warn them of my coming." She nodded as if he could see her and hugged the white pillow to her chest.

'I was put in a cellar with Elena. She is still there. They pushed her and she hit the concrete floor. I think it knocked her out." She can almost see him frown in anger and she tries to avoid telling him of her own injuries.

'And you,' he urges, the tightness in his voice coming in clear in his thoughts.

'Sprained ankle, bloody lip, I think they pulled out a few hairs when they dragged me down the hall. My cheek and stomach, and maybe my back have footprint bruises." She exhaled in one breath. Silence again. This time she could tell he was trying to keep cool. "I am fine, they put be in a bed room. No sleeping on concrete anymore."

'How can you be so optimistic? You are hurt and I am not there to protect you.'

'I am not optimistic. I am just scared. I can't fight them. They are twice my size. I don't know what to do Elijah.'

'Do nothing. I will be there soon. You need to rest. If your injuries are as you have said you need to rest.'

"I do not want to lose this connection with you, it took forever to separate your mind from everyone else's. Your mind id extremely complex Elijah,' she joked.

"You won't Emmie, love. Please sleep. I will be here when you wake.'

'Love,' she whispered.

'A term of endearment, do you not like it?' he asked. If she could see his face, it would be bewildered.

'I do. Just hurry Elijah; they keep talking about someone named Russell. I don't want to die Elijah.'

'Do not speak such words Emmie,' he growled. 'I will not allow that to happen. I failed at protecting you that night.'

'No, I should have told you I wanted water. Yet, you look extremely adorable when sleeping; I didn't want to wake you."

'Adorable,' he asked lightly.

'Yes, your nose wiggles when you inhale and you kept rubbing your nose in my back,' she laughed. "I spent half the night trying to get you to nuzzle the pillow."

'I kept you awake,' he replies apologetically.

'No I was up anyway. Too much on my mind to sleep.'

'Then sleep now. I will tell you of your own nuzzling habits when you awaken,' he taunts.

"Alright, you win. Night or day, which ever it is Elijah."

Severing the connection Emmie rolls on her side and winces when the swollen ankle rubs the sheets. Closing her eyes, she tries to sleep, hoping he is true to his word and stays with her until she wakes.

Swallowing the last of his bourbon Elijah stood from his hotel bed and walked to the balcony. He is furious about Emmie being hurt, even more so that he cannot go to her now. He had chosen to waist for help from the Salvatores and their witch. They are only a few hours away, but the long he waits the more danger he is putting Emmie in. He did not like that option. He should have been more secure with her. Crushing the glass in his hand, he watches the shattered glass fall over the balcony and into the pavement below. He grips the railing and bends it in frustration. He was foolish to allow her up that late at night. She has been beaten and bruised but he could not stop it. Pulling his hands from the rail he looks down at the hand prints he left behind. If only he could get them around the necks of those who hurt his Emmie.

"Elijah,' Bonnie called as she entered the bed room. They have arrived from their trip early and he is glad they have gotten here. "We have a plan. We need to get the girls out, but there won't be much time to kill anyone. Damon scouted the palace and it is surrounded with wolves. He plans on manipulating the weather and I will hex it with wolfs bane."

"That should give us enough time to get in,' Stefan adds from the doorway. "Once we are in, we can locate them. I just wish we could figure out where they are exactly."

"I can speak with Emmie. Her ability to read minds has progressed. I spoke with her earlier, but she is resting now. Hopefully I can speak with her again."

"Elena told me about it. She said that she had to touch someone. How can you speak with her?" He asked perplexed.

"After she touches someone she knows what they are thinking regardless of the distance. It took her a while to reach me, but I spoke with her." He replies flippantly. Pouring another glass of the amber liquid, he sits in a chair in front of the balcony window.

"Do you know when she will contact you? I can make a visual of what you hear from her. Sort of like seeing the room through her eyes while you both talk."

"That will suffice. She is sleeping now. I told her she needed rest. They have harmed her."

"How so,' Damon quips, appearing on the balcony after his crow form.

"Bruises, broken ankle, and a blooded lip. Elena was pushed into a concrete floor but those were her only injuries. Emmie took the blunt of the brutality."

Bonnie folds her arms over her chest and watches the men in the room. She is stull furious with Damon about what he told her earlier, but it was the truth. She was in love with Stefan. It sucked that he figured it out. The car ride was awkward, because Damon kept hitting around it. She is sure Stefan caught on but he hasn't said anything yet.

Damon moved around the room and leaned against a couch. He was frustrated and ready to go get them, but Elijah was calling the shot, and he hated it. Who knows what is going on in that place? Emmie is in trouble and after hearing about what happened to her, he wants to barge in and rip out hearts. However, no, they have to wait until his mind reading Emmie can contact Elijah.

Stefan was confused, angry, and anxious. Damon made is no secret how Bonnie felt. He saw the young witch as a close friend and nothing more, but working with her from this point on will be difficult. He feels that he has to protect her now and that will prove difficult when she has strong feelings for him. He loved Elena and would not think of cheating on her, but he couldn't help think about the what ifs. Shaking his head, he excuses himself from the room. He needs some blood, alcohol or anything that can clear his head.

Elijah watched the other people in the room with mild interest. He was to focused on Emmie. His thoughts revolved around her and how he could have let this happen.

"Don't beat yourself up about it Elijah,' the young witch called to him.

"I did not protect her as I promised."

"You are right about that,' Damon spat.

"When she contacts me again how will you see what she sees?"

"Well,' she started. "I just placed my hands on either side of your head and focus. You need to let her know to relax, because she will feel like someone is trying to take over her body. I won't possess her, but I will be able to project my spiritual body into her. Once I get a visual of the room I can find a suitable access point."

"It will not hurt her,' he asks. Bonnie can see the honest reluctance on his face and she shakes her head.

"As long as you get her to relax then it won't. If she fights me she will hurt herself."

"Allow me to speak with her privately before you attempt."

"Of course."

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