Damon's POV
As soon as I neared the stairs with Elena's drink I knew something was wrong. I couldn't hear her breathing, and I couldn't hear her pulse. Dropping the glass I ran upstairs and threw open the bedroom door.
"Elena?" I asked, glancing around worriedly. She was gone. Where the hell was she? My eyes strayed to the corner where I'd thrown her dress. It lay there crumpled, which meant she couldn't have taken off. She wasn't the type of person who would go out in only her underwear. That was my thing. The sheets were rumpled...but that could've just been us when we were kissing. My gaze flew to the window and I growled when I saw it was hanging wide open. Someone had taken her. I hurriedly grabbed the sweater, and yanking it over my head, I ran downstairs.
"ELENA!" I roared uselessly, because I knew she wasn't here.
"What's up with you?" Stefan asked, coming inside. I slammed him into the wall.
"Where the hell is she?" I growled. "I swear, if you did something to her –"
"Get off me," he snapped, pushing me off. "I didn't touch her. What? Did you lose her?"
"I'm being serious, Stefan," I hissed. "I left her upstairs to get her a drink, and the next thing I know, she's gone."
"Yeah, well maybe she left," he suggested.
"What, and left her dress behind?" I shot back.
"Why wouldn't she be wearing her dress?" he asked flatly.
"That's not the most important thing I just said, Stefan," I snapped.
Stefan hurried upstairs to my bedroom and I followed him. He glanced at the window, Elena's dress and the rumpled sheets. He bent closer to the sheets and sniffed them, and then he snarled.
"It's Rebekah," he told me.
Anger overwhelmed me. "Why the hell did she take her? Did Klaus tell her to?"
"Not that I know of," Stefan replied. "Why would she do that? Messing with Klaus' doppelganger is a suicide mission; he'd kill her if she hurt Elena."
Furiously, I turned on him. "Messing with Klaus' doppelganger? Forget the whole key to making hybrids thing – don't you care that it's Elena she took?"
Stefan ignored my question. "We've got to stop her."
"Why? For Rebekah's sake or Elena's?" I demanded.
He glared at me. "Not the most important thing right now, Damon."
"We need to find out where she's taken Elena," I said. "We need Bonnie."
Elena's POV
I awoke in total darkness. I was lying on hard, stone cold floor. I couldn't see anything; everything was just a black blur. Every muscle in my body ached, as if I'd been beaten to a pulp. I felt a sharp radiating pain in the back of my head, and when I stiffly moved my arm to touch the sore spot, I felt my warm, sticky blood. I began to tremble with fear and cold.
"Is anybody there?" I called out shakily. "Hello?"
I could hear footsteps somewhere in the gloom, growing louder as they made their way closer to me.
"Rebekah?" I tried.
Suddenly, I was grabbed and hurled across the room. I screamed as I hit the wall, and slumped to the ground. Pain emanated everywhere across my body, and I could see white spots in my vision. A dim, dull light flicked on, and I gasped as I realised she was standing right in front of me, leaning closer. I shrank away from her, sobbing.
"What do you want?" I wept, shaking.
Rebekah caressed my cheek, scratching me with her nails, hard enough to draw blood. I gasped in pain as she hit me hard around the face.
"To teach you a lesson, Elena," she grabbed my chin in her hand and forced me to look into her eyes. "Stefan is obviously still in love with you, and I don't want that."
"I don't love him," I lied, as a part of me still did. "Not anymore."
"See, I don't believe you," she sneered. "I can always tell when somebody lies, Elena, and you are."
"Klaus won't be happy if you kill me," I whispered.
"He doesn't care about you. He cares about your blood, which I'm collecting," she held up a glass vial. "This is from that head wound of yours."
I shrank back, curling myself up in a protective ball. I couldn't win here. I was going to die, and Klaus was going to make his hybrids. Rebekah yanked me to my feet, and swung her arm back, ready to hit me.
"Damon," I whispered, as I covered my face protectively.
Damon's POV
As I wrenched open the door, I came face to face with a person I thought I would never see again. She smirked at me, tossing her thick, dark curls over her shoulder.
"Hello there, Damon," Katherine said. "Mind if I come in?"
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
Stefan appeared behind me, and looked at Katherine. "Oh. What do you want?" he asked.
Katherine rolled her eyes. "The affection you both display for me is overwhelming," she said sarcastically.
"Seriously, now's not a good time," I snapped.
"Why? Because Rebekah kidnapped Elena?" she asked.
"Of course," I sighed. "Of course you've been keeping tabs on them. Why would you come here when Rebekah's here too? Isn't the whole point of running that you remain as far away as possible?"
"I hate that Rebekah slut," Katherine retorted. "And, I like doing random things to help people to throw them."
"Enough games, Katherine," Stefan snapped. "Where are they?"
"I actually don't know," she shrugged. "But I do have a plan to get Elena back."
"Oh yeah? What's in it for you?" I asked.
"You," she pointed to Stefan. "You need to keep Klaus off my back. And stop making out with that Rebekah. I hate the bitch."
"That's it? That's your price?" Stefan asked doubtfully.
I glared at her. "If you double-cross us, I'm turning you into Klaus myself. You got it?"
"Got it," she rolled her eyes. "So, do we have a deal?"
"We have a deal," I said. "Now, what's your plan?"
"Can I come in first?" she retorted.
I sighed and stepped aside for her to come in. "Sure."
"We're gonna need a white oak ash dagger," Katherine stated, sitting down on the couch.
"Oh, great, I'll just go and grab one from my huge supply of white oak ash daggers," I shot back sarcastically.
"You can't kill Rebekah," Stefan pointed out. "Firstly, Klaus would hunt you down and rip you limb from limb, and second, if a vampire uses that dagger, he's a dead man. An un-dead dead man."
Katherine smirked. "Glad to see you still care whether I live or not, Stefan. And Klaus won't find out. No one will ever find Rebekah's body."
"Okay then...well where are we gonna get a white oak ash dagger?" I asked impatiently.
"Oh, that's the best part," Katherine examined her nails breezily. "We're bringing Elijah back, by the way."
"What?" Stefan snapped. "That two-faced bastard was meant to kill Klaus and then switched sides!"
I sighed. "It doesn't matter. We can't stop Rebekah without a white oak ash dagger. I will not let her kill Elena."
"So it's settled. Stefan, you and I can get the dagger, and Damon can go and consult with witchy and her boyfriend," Katherine decided.
"Why do I have to go with her?" Stefan muttered to me.
"Because I don't think Bonnie will react well to you asking her for help," I smirked.
Stefan nodded. "Good point."
"Let's go then," Katherine smirked.
After Stefan and Katherine left I ran vampire speed to Jeremy's house, hoping Bonnie would be there too. I tried not to think about what Rebekah might have done to Elena. To see her...or even think about Elena being in pain was enough to break me. I knocked impatiently on the front door.
Jeremy opened it a second later. "Damon? What are you doing here? It's midnight."
"Elena's in danger," I told him quickly. "Rebekah took her."
He didn't wait for a further explanation. "Come in," he stepped aside and I hurried into the living room. Bonnie was sitting on the sofa in a dressing gown, and she jumped up in surprise when she saw me.
"What are you doing here, Damon?" she asked.
I quickly explained about Katherine's plan to get Elena back. Neither Bonnie nor Jeremy interrupted once as I explained, until I was finished.
"Are you sure we can trust Katherine?" Bonnie asked.
"Not at all, but we need to get Elena back. I can't stand the thought of that Rebekah bitch hurting her," I said.
"Neither can I," Jeremy said. "I'll kill her myself. Vampires can't use the dagger, right?"
"Right," I nodded. "Bonnie, we need to track Elena. Can you do a spell?"
"Of course I can," she replied. "I'm gonna need candles, a map, something of Elena's, and," she smiled apologetically at Jeremy. "Blood, Jeremy, preferably yours as you guys are related."
He nodded. "I'll go and get it all." He hurried out of the room and upstairs.
"What do you think Rebekah wants with Elena?" Bonnie whispered.
"I don't know," I said tiredly.
"You don't think Stefan's behind it, right?"
"I don't think so," I sighed. "He was saying how messing with Klaus' doppelganger would really piss Klaus off, which is something he doesn't want. Plus, Klaus sent him here to protect Elena, not kidnap her."
Jeremy returned downstairs, holding a map, some candles and one of Elena's t-shirts. "Let's go to the kitchen," he suggested.
We hurried into the kitchen, and Jeremy lit the candles around the table. Bonnie unfolded the map and took Elena's top in her hands. Jeremy opened one of the drawers and took out a knife. Grunting, he cut into his hand.
"Drip the blood here," Bonnie instructed, pointing to where Mystic Falls was located on the map. Jeremy did as he was told, and Bonnie closed her eyes, and began to murmur the incantation. The candles flared, and I watched as Jeremy's blood began to snake across the map. Bonnie opened her eyes and looked down at the map.
"She's in Charlottesville, Virginia," she told me.
"You're doing great, Bonnie, but is there any way we can get it more specific?" Jeremy asked. "Like a house, or something."
"Yes," she nodded. "But it takes a lot more magic...and I'll need a photo of Elena and more blood, Jeremy."
"Of course," Jeremy nodded. "I'll go and get the photo."
"Save your energy," I told him. "I'll get the photo."
Jeremy nodded in agreement. "Okay, there's a photo of the two of us in my room."
"It needs to be just of her," Bonnie reminded us.
"Cut it in half," he suggested.
"That'll work," she said.
I ran upstairs to Jeremy's room and seized the photo frame with the picture in it. I quickly tugged the picture out and carefully ripped it in half. I ran back downstairs and handed the photo to Bonnie. Bonnie placed the photo in a bowl of water and Jeremy's blood, with a small corner of the t-shirt also dipped into the mixture.
"I'm going to be concentrating on the spell," Bonnie said to me. "You need to help me, Damon. You're a vampire so it will work better – your senses are quicker and better than ours," she explained.
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.
"You need to put the mixture on your hands, and then hold my hands," she instructed. "Jeremy, get behind me."
"Why?" he asked, moving behind her.
"To catch me if I fall," she replied softly.
Jeremy nodded and quickly kissed her cheek. It didn't even gross me out, which surprised me. I dipped my palms in the mixture, and then took Bonnie's hands. She began to murmur the incantation, and I closed my eyes. Suddenly, a gut-wrenching pain exploded in my head, and I cried out in agony. Bonnie gripped my hands tighter; a signal for me to not let go. I growled as my vision slid into darkness. When I opened my eyes I was standing in front of a large house. I quickly looked around for the road name, and noted it: Morgan's Road. I hurried toward the house and looked at the number. Number 16. I flew easily through the door as if I were a ghost, and found myself in a long entrance hall. I could hear the sound of Elena screaming.
"ELENA!" I yelled, but no sound came out. I followed the sounds of her screaming along the hall and down a flight of stairs. The basement. I ran in, and my heart tripped sickeningly. Her hands were tied above her head so she was suspended in mid-air from her wrists. Blood was trickling from her hands into glasses below, while Rebekah watched and sneered. I took in the bruises all over Elena's body – she was still only in her vest and knickers. Bruises and cuts covered her body, and her hair was tangled. There was nothing but pain and fright etched into her face as she sobbed. And then it felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest when I heard the few strangled words she uttered.
"Damon..." she whispered; her voice barely a breath. "Help me..."
"ELENA!" I roared, before I was wrenched back to the present. I released Bonnie's hands and fell to my knees, growling. Bonnie was leaning against Jeremy for support, looking extremely tired.
"Did you see her?" Jeremy asked.
"I saw her," I gasped, also feeling tired and faint. "We have to rescue her, Jeremy."
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