Jewel POV
"Stefan?" I whispered "What are you doing here? Did you come back? You have to see Elena. She's downstairs," I said, trying to grab at his wrist to take him to her but he dodged me and shook his head.
"No, she's not," he said. I looked at him blankly for a moment before realization sank in.
"Damon!" I cried, praying he wasn't in danger. Stefan smirked and for the first time I decided that Damon was right; there was a side to him that I didn't know, and didn't like.
"He's not in any danger. I can't say the same for you, however, Jewel," he hissed. Before I could respond a sharp pain erupted in my head and I fell backwards into the floor, black fading all around me.
Damon POV
As I opened the front door I was shocked to see that it had been my car, masked by darkness, that had been driven into the driveway. That didn't make any sense. Further inspection proved that it hadn't been hotwired, but the only other person who had keys was Stefan.
Stefan. My heart sank and I raced upstairs only to find that I was too late. I whipped out my cell phone to call Alaric.
Stefan POV
It was a shame. Horrible. I liked Jewel, and I loved my brother, who obviously loved Jewel. I just couldn't see any way around it. For my brother to live, Jewel had to die or join us, and there was no way Jewel was going to join us.
But, still. She was sweet and good-natured. This wasn't some random stranger who I could convince myself wasn't worthy of living, this was my friend. But I couldn't see any way around it, and my brother had to live…
Jewel POV
Gradually the black went away and I remembered what had happened. I moaned as my entire body gained an aching sensation. I was lying down somewhere, and when I sat up and opened my eyes I could see that I was in a cage. Slowly I checked myself out. I seemed to be unharmed except for a large sore spot, presumably a bruise, above my right eye.
"Stefan? Anybody?" I whispered hoarsely, terrified of either getting a response or not getting one.
"Hello, pet," said a handsome British man.
"H-hi. My name's Jewel. You must be Klaus," I whispered, reaching up to try and calm the pounding headache I had.
"Ah, that. Yes, quite a nasty bruise. I imagine it hurt to get it," he said, toying with her like a cat with a mouse.
"I could cover it with makeup," said a pretty blonde vampire nearby. I smiled hesitantly at her; she seemed nicer than Klaus.
"Don't bother. I can't imagine I'm leaving here, if you plan to let me leave at all, without more bruises," I murmured.
"You're very smart. I can see why Stefan is so attached to you. No, we don't plan to let you leave," said Klaus, looking her over.
"Stefan isn't attached to me. If he was, he wouldn't have done this. Where am I?" I asked. If I was going to die, might as well know where.
"Brazen, too. You're in a truck. I, as you inferred, am Klaus and this is my sister. Stefan is driving, at the moment, so you won't see him until we stop," he snarled lightly. I glared at him.
"You don't look like a killer. Except for your eyes. Otherwise you look… normal. A little too handsome to be human, perhaps, and of a rather old-fashioned build, but normal," I pondered aloud. He smirked amusedly at me, but his sister looked at me with a sort of respect, though I knew it was the kind of respect an employer has for a hard-working subordinate.
"That's what they all think, I imagine. Handsome, but normal. Ha. You're rather a bright one. I do hope you'll join us; it's so dreadful when people like you are wasted. What do you think of me?" she asked, apparently pointlessly filling the silence.
"You don't look normal at all. Much more grandeur about you. Majestic, always going to be above the rest of us just by the way you carry yourself. Not enough to directly separate you, just right for what you do here, I think," I said, leaning back against the bars of the cage. She smiled.
"Is that so? What do you think we do?" she said and we fell into an awkward version of conversation.
Damon POV
"I don't CARE! We have to find her, NOW!" I shouted. Didn't they understand that she was in danger? Didn't they care that I needed her?
"I get that, Damon, but we don't know where they are or how to get to them," Alaric intoned. I paced, running my hand through my hair angrily before I turned over a table. Alaric didn't even flinch but Caroline drew her knees around her and Bonnie scooted a little closer to the bulky history teacher. Ha. Like he could protect her.
"Damon, we're going to find her, we just need time," began Bonnie, but I cut her off.
"Time? She hasn't got time, Bonnie! I saw those people, and if Stefan hasn't already killed her, he will. Soon,"
