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Lost

Waking up was difficult. My body felt heavy and my mind was cloudy. I couldn't think properly, I couldn't remember what had happened. All I knew was that something wasn't right. I kept my eyes shut and my breathing steady, trying to remember exactly how I had ended up in this state. From the gentle rumble of an engine and the cold leather upholstery I was currently laying on, I knew I was in the back of a car. The feeling of panic and an overwhelming sense of helplessness began to take over as I tried desperately to remember how I had gotten here.

I could feel a warm body leaning on my legs, sleeping peacefully. Reaching out my mental probes I found the body to belong to my twin. My stomach dropped. Last time I had been with her was back at the house before the ball. THE BALL! Of course how could I have forgotten. The man with the blank mind had chloroformed me. He must have taken Elena too. Why? I reached out my mental probes again up towards the driver's seat.

The minute I touched on his mind I froze. It was dead. Like Damon, like Caroline, like Stefan. He was a vampire. My heart sped up as my chest tightened. This was not good. Fear forced my mind to snap out of the drugged haze. Why had a vampire gone to such effort to steal us? Why did he want both of us? What was the end game here? Whatever it was I had a feeling that it wouldn't turn out well for my sister and I. These thoughts wizzed around my head. I needed to escape. Now.

I shifted slowly, willing the vampire not to notice. I moved my hand down feeling for my bag. Maybe, just maybe I could text Damon and tell him what had happened.

"I know you're awake."

I froze again. My heart pounding against my rib cage so hard that I feared it might burst out of my chest completely. "Oh hey, I didn't see you there." I joked trying to sound confident but my voice was just a little too shaky to pull it off.

The vampire laughed. "Time to go back to sleep."

Suddenly a large hand grabbed me by the hair. I tried to escape his grip but the vampire was far too strong. Before I could even open my mouth to yell he had hit my head hard off the car door. A sickening crack rang out but I didn't hear it. I was out cold again.

The next time I woke up I was somewhere new entirely. I was laying in a comfortable bed, my head resting on a plump feather pillow. I could feel the warmth of sunlight falling across my face. It would have been the perfect moment had I actually know where I was and had my head not felt like it was splitting in half.

"Fucking hell." I moaned as I sat up slowly. Gently I brought my fingers up to my head, feeling for the wound.

"Good morning. Don't worry, it's just a minor concussion."

I jumped my fingers jabbing harshly against the bump on my head. "Oh fucking hell!" I yelped for a second time.

The man chuckled. I froze. "Who are you? Where am I? Where is my sister?" I demanded, sounding braver then I felt. I was searching desperately with my mental probes but I couldn't find Elena's consciousness anywhere. All I knew as of this moment was that I was no longer in a car and the man here with me was a vampire.

Fear immobilized me. I wanted to jump up and fight or run or do something. But alI could do was sit paralyzed by my fear. Even if my fear of the vampire didn't keep me then my disability did. For what felt like the 100th time I was left completely blind. With no humans around I was unable to even see my kidnapper. I blinked back angry tears clenching my fists so tight that blood flow stopped. I was useless. I couldn't even defend myself. I couldn't look for my twin or even see where I was.

"So many questions." The man said. He had an accent which I recognised immediately. This snapped me out of my defeated thoughts and back into the moment. The way he spoke each word carefully, as if he had spent time deciding exactly what sounded right, was so familiar to me. I knew that voice. I knew it from some long forgotten conversation.

"I know you."

"In a way, yes." The man agreed. "I'm Elijah Mikaelson. You are currently in a hotel in Washington and your sister, to my knowledge, is back home. Two young vampires came for her."

"How come they didn't save me too?"

How could they have left me behind. I knew Damon and Stefan loved Elena but I had at least hoped that Damon wouldn't completely forget about me. I thought we were, sort of, friends. I had told him things that I didn't tell just anyone and he had told me some pretty deep shit too. I thought those things had meant something. I thought I had meant something to him. Even if it was just something small. The knowledge that I had been left behind swirled around inside me. I felt like a fool for caring so much. Why should I care that a vampire I barely knew didn't save me. I didn't fucking need them. I could save myself. Fuck Damon Salvatore, I didn't need his help.

I could feel the vampire's gaze burning my skin as I sat in the centre of this massive bed. I knew he was here. I knew he was watching me. I just couldn't see him. I tried desperately to squash my fear, not to let it show on my face. The last thing I wanted was to give my kidnapper the satisfaction.

The vampires silence unnerved me more then anything else. At least when he spoke I could tell where he was, glean some information about who he was, what he wanted. When he was quiet I was completely helpless. I couldn't see him, I couldn't hear him. I had no idea when he would attack. I was completely defenseless.

I did need help.

The realisation hit me hard. It made me want to collapse in on myself and give up. I needed help. I needed to be saved. I was scared and alone and there was no one coming for me. Why would they? They had Elena. Why the fuck would they come for me. I didn't matter. Not like Elena did. I was fucking nothing.

The realisation that I was completely alone gave me courage. I was fucked. There was no way I could see myself surviving this. At least it couldn't get much worse and I didn't care. I didn't care anymore. Fuck Damon. Fuck Elena. Fuck living. I didn't care anymore.

"So... How do we know each other?" I asked the vampire. No longer afraid. If I was going to die soon I would at least die with some answers.

"Now that is a very long and complicated story and I think it might be better suited for a different time."

"What do you mean? You kidnapped me. Surely there isn't a better time to give me some answered. It's the least you should fucking do."

"Watch your mouth. That language is unbecoming of a young lady."

"I don't know what the fuck time period your from but this is the 21st century and I'll say whatever the fuck I please."

"You do realise I have the power to snap your delicate spine with my bear hands." Elijah growled.

"Well then fucking do it!" I shouted in the direction of his voice. "Why are you drawing it out? Just fucking kill me already. It's not as if someone's coming to save me."

Elijah said nothing. His silence bothered me. I just wanted him to make a move. His restraint bothered me.

"Fuck, shit, bollox, cunt, tits, bitch, dick, motherfucker." I yelled at the vampire. To my surprise he didn't react with violence as I had expected him to. He didn't even yell back. Instead he laughed. I was so shocked I said nothing as the vampire laughed and laughed and laughed. Proper thigh slapping, gut wrenching laughter.

"You really want me to kill you." The vampire said finally when his laughter had subsided.

"Well that's what the end game is here. Right? I mean I'd prefer for you to do it now instead of drawing it out. No one's coming for me."

"So young to be so calm in the face of death." Elijah mused.

"Well it's not my first time." I muttered.

Elijah sighed, I felt the mattress shift as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm not going to kill you, not unless you give me reason to." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I know you are desperate for answers Evelyn. I know what you are, what you can do but I can't give you everything you want. There is too much at stake."

"Don't give me that bullshit." I snapped. "I'm not asking for your master plan, I really couldn't care less. All I want is some answers. Why did you take me if you don't want to kill me? What am I?"

"Fine. I will tell you what I can."

"Don't expect a thank you note." I snapped.

"I wouldn't dream of it." The vampire chuckled. "You know your sister is a doppleganger. Yes?" I nodded and Elijah continued. "Well you are an oracle, there is always one born alongside the doppelganger."

"What the fuck is that?"

"An oracle, they are rare creatures of incredible power. That is why you can read minds."

"Is there any way to turn it off?" I asked desperately.

Elijah laughed. "Of course not. You were born like this. It is part of you."

"Well then how come I only started reading minds after the car crash. Before that I was just a normal girl."

"There is not much information on your species however from the little I have gathered over the years I know that to trigger their powers an oracle must first understand loss. All the oracles I met over my lifetime, which is not that many if I am to be truthful, had all lost something important. There was an oracle called Rozalin who had her tongue cut out before she could tap into her abilities. Everything she knew she was forced to keep to herself. It drove her a little mad in the end I think. The only other oracle I met was a young woman called Anna. Before she could use her abilities she had a terrible accident and lost her hearing." Elijah sounded sad and for a moment I couldn't help but wonder how close he had been to the other oracles.

"It must be hard to live forever. You have to watch everyone you love die."

"Not everyone. Just most."

"So how do I know you? I feel like I have heard your voice before."

"Maybe you have. I know we have not met each other in person however the oracles I met retained some memories from past oracles. Maybe you remember me from a past life. Or there is a possibility you foresaw this."

"Foresaw?" I asked, confused.

"Yes. That is the reason oracles are regarded so highly. Why people will go to such great lengths and even kill to possess a creature such as yourself. An oracle has the gift of foresight. They catch glimpses of what is to come."

"So I'm not going crazy? All those weird trippy dreams and visions were glimpses of the future?"

Elijah laughed again. "Well if you want to put it like that."

"Oh god, I'm a fucking circus freak." I moaned as I collapsed back onto the pillows.

Elijah said nothing but I felt him stand up off of the bed and heard him leave the room. He came back several minutes later. "You have to get up. I need to be somewhere and you need to be home."

"Shit! What time is is? What day is it?"

"It is exactly 3:27pm on Monday the third."

"Oh fuck Jenna's going to be so pissed it's my first day back at school and I had my appointment with Dr. Whinser." I sat up again and the full realisation that I had been gone for a day and a half hit me. So much time had managed to slip by. " She's probably called the police by now."

"All the more reason to get you home as fast as we can. Here I made you a coffee." Elijah placed the steaming mug in my hands. I clasped it tight even though it burnt a little.

"Why are you bringing me home I thought I was your hostage?" I was more confused than ever now. Why was Elijah being so civil? He had kidnapped me after all. And why had he brought me to a comfortable hotel and made me coffee? Why had he gone to all the bother of kidnapping me only to bring me home?

"I didn't kidnap you. Two vampires called Rose and Trevor did. They thought I would want to bring you to Klaus."

"Why?

"In order to break the sun and the moon curse you must sacrifice the doppelganger and the oracle must be present at the ceremony. In order for it to be completed you blessings are necessary."

"Are you telling me this Klaus person wants to sacrifice my sister?" I asked

"Yes but I don't plan to let him."

"Why not? Surely you also want the curse broken."

"I have no interest in breaking the curse. All I want is to kill Klaus."

"Who is Klaus?"

"One of the original vampires. Like me."

"And why do you want him dead?"

"Why do you ask so many questions." Elijah snapped. "It is of my concern, not yours."

"Okay then boss, you're the vampire. No more questions." As civil as Elijah had been up until now I wasn't about to test the vampires patience. He said he wasn't going to kill me and he was taking me home, I wasn't about to put that in jeopardy. When I had thought this was the end of the road for me I had stopped caring but now that there was a chance I could get out of here alive I knew I would grab it with both hands. I mimed zipping my lips shut and hoped off the bed. Elijah reached over and took my arm leading me out of the hotel room, hopefully towards freedom.

We were in the car for over two hours. The journey was long and mostly silent. True to my word I didn't ask any more questions. I didn't want to tempt fate, or the vampires temper. I asked Elijah if he would put on the radio but the only stations he wanted to listen to were classical ones.

"You don't like it." He asked after I sighed heavily for the fourth time.

"I prefer something a little more modern." I admitted. "But I have to say, this stuff does grow on you. What are we listening to right now?"

"In the Hall of the Mountain King by Edvard Grieg. It is about a young man exploring a cave, all around him are strange creatures but as the piece continues he realises that they are dangerous, by then he can't escape. See the way the music becomes more and more frantic."

"Haha I get that."

"Do you think I am a dangerous creature?"

"Only a fool wouldn't."

After that we fell back into silence again. On the way to Mystic Falls Elijah made one short stop, to run his 'errand' and I was left in the car alone for twenty minutes. He didn't bother to lock the car allowing me to step outside and stretch my legs. Elijah knew I wouldn't run. We both knew he would find me. Anyway what was the point he was bringing me home. He hadn't lied to me yet. Why would he start now?

When he got back I was already in the car waiting. He placed a sandwich and a bottle of water gently in my lap. "I sometimes forget how often living people need to eat, forgive me." I tore into the food. I had not realised how hungry I had been until I could smell the food. After all I hadn't eaten in almost two days.

"What was the errand you had to run?" I asked once I was finished with my food.

"What happened to not asking any more questions? I was quite enjoying that."

"I got really bored." I answered shrugging. "Food makes me inquisitive."

"Well if you must know I had to smash a window."

"Oh right." I said and left it at that, feeling it was probably best to stay quiet and not test his patience. It took another hour or so for us to arrive at our final destination.

"Are we in Mystic Falls now?" I asked as the car pulled to a stop.

"No we're just outside the town, before wickery bridge. Here's your phone back, there is a little battery left, I suggest you use it to call someone to come and collect you. I feel as though it would be best for everyone if I wasn't here when you got home. No need to cause unnecessary fights."

I took my phone and stepped out of the car. "Thanks for the lift Elijah. And thanks for not killing me. Much appreciated." I listened as the car drove away. I listened and listened until all that was left to hear was the sound of the wind in the trees and the bats fluttering above. Only then did I allow myself to sink to the ground in shock, breath heavy and ragged. I had been so sure I would die. I had been so sure. And now I was alive and back home and all I could think about was how peaceful it was when I had been prepared to die. When death was immanent nothing else mattered. Not my stupid powers, not the betrayal of being left behind, nothing mattered. Now I was home and alive and I knew I would have to face everyone again. I would have to answer questions and tell everyone what had happened and deal with the fact that they didn't really give enough of a shit to come back for me.

It took me a while to recover. I don't know how long I sat in the dirt gasping for breath. I felt like I had run a marathon. Eventually I took out my phone. I paused for a moment, clutching it in my hand as I contemplated who to call but it only took me a second to realise that I didn't have anyone I could call about this. There was only one person I could go to with this and right now I fucking hated him.

"Siri call Damon Salvator."