The phone rings for what seems like forever, until finally i hear the cocky British accent that is Klaus's. "Hello Elena love". How does he do that! How does he know its me. He pisses me off! "Klaus. Well I'm here. Where is this witch?" I can hear his grin. Ugh! "Well that's not polite, ni how are you? Especially when your one of the most polite of places, manners are encouraged Elena love" This man drives me insane, after he has used me as a human blood bag! He has a nerve! "Cut the shit Klaus. Cut the fucking games! Just tell me where to go. I refuse to waste more time" Klaus replied "First things first. Where are you staying? I hope you won't disappoint me and be obvious." I let out and angry sigh "The Savoy, what has that got to go with this?" "Well you disappoint me, could you be more cliché pet?" "KLAUS!" I'm seriously going to scream! Why does he have to play his fucking mind games! "Calm down love, not good for us good old immortals" I sighed and breathed a calming breath "Klaus please" I feel so close but yet so far. I cant do this, i cant do his little dance. Not now.

"Okay Gilbert. You wanna make your way to the coast. You want a boat. There's an island on the English channel, its called St Anne. Its not a huge island. Very secluded, not many people live there. Most people think its all spooky tales that a witch lives there, but well still people aren't in any rush to be there. That's all you need from me. Mention my name, to Helga. Well Elena i guess this is where my favour ends, and yours begins." I cant believe that is all his is giving me. Urgh! "Thanks. Yes i know i owe you. My favour doesn't begin until he is back with me." "Goodbye Elena" I hang up the phone. I turn to my English delicacy and attack. His blood is going down a treat, i cant stop. I'm so hungry. My thirst isn't even beginning to be quenched. Elena stop i tell myself. Your killing him. Snatch eat erase. I stop and feel the euphoria of his blood inside my veins. I look him square in the eye "Okay Jake, your gonna have a bit of my blood, your into kinky shit. You are going to sleep, forget everything that happened here. You had a boring business trip and give yourself a hand shandy in the shower. Thanks for your company. Now sleep your very tired" Jake instantly sleeps.

I shower to get rid if these curls. Once showered and dressed i check myself in the mirror. I look pale, my face is looking loose for my face. I still have the red circles around my eyes from my burning tears. I take a deep breath, here goes. "Come on Elena, pull it together. No long now." I raid Jakes wallet he has 400 pounds cash. That should help. I head for the door and leave. I see the manager from earlier. I begin to do the walk of shame and put on a embarrassed face to add a nice touch. Okay. The coast. How the fuck am i going to get there? Is the question running around my empty head I immediately google this island. Klaus obviously isn't up to date with travel to this island. I don't need a boat. It has 3 runways. I can fly there. I'm instantly relieved, i hate boats. All i have to do is get to Gatwick Airport. I grab a map from the lobby gift store and i realise i now need a car. So i must steal one. Ugh I'm so not looking forward to driving on the right side of the road which of course is the left! The irony. Hmm. Well here goes. I decide to go to a car dealership instead of some pesky grand theft auto, and that way i can pick my own car to have. I decide on some thing similar to our baby. Scarlet. That was his name for her. This confirmed the inner question i always asked myself, total original southern gentleman and the 4 limited edition copies of "Gone With The Wind" I could imagine Margaret Mitchell basing Rhett Butler on him. He is my real life Rhett. So I shall find myself a Rhett to accompany our Scarlet. Well enough on that. I need to get out of here. Head straight towards my goal.

First things first i need to look slutty and ashamed as i strut down to the lobby with my "walk of shame" yeah i did the fingers, before i said that to myself. I'm so fake. Better than being Elena right now. As I head out of the hotel, and decide to go left (no idea why) I head down the sidewalk. I glance across the street and I see him. FUCK. HOW IS HIS HERE? HOW DID HE FIND ME? Elena! I find myself screaming at myself. You left no trail. Did you? No you didn't. God im even answering myself. First step to crazy. First step? Come on Elena, your past that. One step from straight jacket and padded cell. SNAP OUT OF IT. I look again and he is still there. I am fucked. Stefan has found me. Nope. He doesn't get to try to stop me. He doesn't get to go all self righteous. I'm dreaming, i have to be. I have no trail. Fuck. Klaus! That bastard sold me down the river. Bastard! I can feel myself fading. Falling. Crumbling. Darkness envelops me! Shit.