The ache in her neck throbs so hard it wakes her up. Her eyes adjust to the dark and all she can see is cold, wet concrete. She wonders if she's still human.

She touches the two, perfect puncture wounds on her neck and forces herself to swallow the hint of disappointment that she is.

She sits up from the fetal position she was laying in and sees a single door in the far corner of the room. She's dizzy and lies back down, staring at the ceiling. She drifts in and out of consciousness for the next few hours; her mind flashing back to everything she's risked to come find him. She cries for Bonnie and Caroline, her two best friends who were there with her everyday before she left. She cries for Jeremy and this loss he'll now have to face. She wonders how he'll survive it.

She cries for Damon. Damon. Tirelessly searching for her, trying to save her. Trying to save him. She cries because she knows his efforts will have been in vain.

She doesn't know how long it's been when she hears something from the other side of the wall. She crawls closer, putting her ear as close as she can get to the concrete without getting wet. It's a low moaning sound. She can barely make out the words as they get stifled through the walls. She hears her name and she knows it's him.

"Stefan?" She backs away from the wall, surveying the distance between them. "Stefan? STEFAN!" She yells, slamming her body against the wall, ignoring the pain surging through her - desperate for him to respond; desperate to get to him.

"Elena…stop." She hears as faint as she's ever heard him. The pain in his voice seeps through every pore of the thick wall. "Don't let him know you're awake."

"Are you okay? What did he do to you?" She begs, more worried for him than her own well being. She whips around to face the door when she hears it swing open.

"You should probably be less concerned with what I did to him and more concerned with what I plan to do with you." Klaus answers, walking in to the small, damp room, leaving the door open behind him. He walks up to her, crouching down and lifting her head to the side, surveying her wounds.

"That's healing nicely, isn't it?" He asks rhetorically, running his hand across her still bleeding wounds and licking his fingers. She shudders with every touch.

"It's fine." She says, ducking away from him.

"Did you really think I would trust him to kill you on his own?" Klaus stands, hovering above her. "Stefan's love for you appears to be the weakest part about him."

Klaus moves towards the door. Elena, wills herself to stand up, leaning against the wall for support.

"What did you do to him?" She yells, anger filling her body. Klaus turns around, laughing.

"Oh, don't worry, he's still alive for now. I have use for him yet."

"Just let him go. You can have me. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" Elena asks, defiantly moving towards him. He looks her up and down, amused by her assumption.

"Contrary to popular belief, Miss. Gilbert, this is not all about you." Klaus moves to shut the door when Elena steps in between the door and the wall. Klaus continues.

"I have word out to Katherine that if she doesn't move fast, her beloved Salvatore brother won't be around much longer."

"Katherine? You're using Stefan to lure in Katherine?" Elena asks, astonished. She knew Katherine would never come. Stefan would die waiting for her. They both would.

"It seems you aren't the only doppelganger willing to risk life and limb to save him." Klaus closes the door, leaving Elena in the dark.

"What if she doesn't come?" Elena asks, into the darkness. "WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T COME?" She screams into silence.

The only sound she hears is the sound of water dripping onto the cold floor.