Chapter 12: Before the Sacrifice

-A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait! I've just been sooooooo busy with school work lately! It just feels like it's been piling up and up and up! I didn't mean to make you guys wait this long but it just kind of dropped in my list of important things to do. But thanks for being so patient and thanks so much for your lovely reviews! Especially to MyaLuv4ever for her amazing review that made me feel really nice Sorry that this chapter is kinda short. It was originally meant to be part of the last chapter, but when I wrote the last chapter, I felt that all of this would make it too long and that that scene and issue deserved its own chapter to itself. It just wouldn't have felt as right with other stuff at the end of it. So it's more of a filler chapter. Not much important stuff.

Note: Jenna doesn't know about the vampires.

(same day as Chapter 11)

Elena POV:

'All I'm saying is that basically I don't trust you and your little potion. I think we need a back-up plan,' said Damon in a 'duh' voice. We, being myself, Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Jeremy, Bonnie, and even Elijah were gathered in the living room of the Salvatore Boarding House, discussing whether or not to take Elijah's potion. Alaric had returned as himself and delivered the message that the Sacrifice was to take place tonight.

'And what better plan do you have, huh?' retorted Stefan. 'I may not trust him either but somehow I think that this potion will be more reliable than anything you might come up with!'

'What are you saying about my plan-making skills? I think my plans are perfectly fine. And if I may point out, all of your plans, and Elena's too for that matter, have completely backfired! So it's not like you can talk!' continued Damon. Meanwhile, Elijah stood by, having taken up a rather formal stance, with his hands clasped behind his back and a blank expression plastered on his face as he listened calmly to Damon and Stefan bicker. I could sense that the argument between Stefan and Damon was growing more and more heated by the minute and I decided that I needed to step in.

'Woah, woah. Relax everybody. Let's think about this rationally,' I interceded.

'I am thinking rationally. Speak for yourself; it's your safety,' scoffed Damon under his breath, even though I and everybody else could hear him.

'What plan do you suggest we enact Damon?' I inquired.

'Anything but this plan!' he burst out. 'We clearly cannot trust him or his potion! How do we know he isn't betraying us!'

Elijah cleared his throat. 'If I may interrupt,' he began. 'You do realise that I am standing right here. And I assure you Damon that I am a man of my word. If I say something, I mean something. I doubt very much that you will be able to produce a better plan than this potion, but please, it's Elena's life, not mine. Go right ahead.' He then stepped back and looked away, out the window, having said his part.

'As if!' interjected Damon almost immediately! 'Like you know anything and like you care whether the potion actually works!'

'Would you stop it Damon! This is my life that we're talking about here! Do I not get any say?' I said angrily.

'Actually, no! I'm trying my best to keep you alive but you and Stefan seem intent on getting you killed! So I think it's best if you two stay out of the matter! You don't exactly have a history of being a great judge of someone's character.'

'Damon,' warned Stefan. But I had already turned away and stormed upstairs. I don't usually get angry but Damon was getting on my last nerve. Sometimes not everything was about him! And even when it wasn't about him he had to make it his decision! I walked into Stefan's room and sat down on his bed, trying to think things through. I yanked my hands through my hair, pondering what to do. I heard someone walk into the room and very quietly close the door. I looked up to see Damon turning around from closing the door. I opened my mouth to tell him to go away but he sped over to me and clamped his hand over my mouth. I tried to protest but he just held his finger to his lips, miming for me to be quiet. Then I saw him raise his wrist to his mouth and bite and it was then that I realised what his plan was. And I wasn't going to let it happen. I started protesting harder in the hopes that Stefan, Elijah or Caroline would hear. Damon then removed the hand covering my mouth but swiftly replaced it with his wrist. He held the back of my head with his other hand as the thick substance flowed down my throat. I tried to choke it back up but more just kept flowing in. Then the door burst open and Stefan and Caroline burst in just as Damon removed his wrist, wiping it on his shirt. He stepped back.

'It had to be done. You aren't strong enough to see that her life is more important than what she wants,' he said to Stefan carelessly before strolling from the room.

'Hey, hey. It's alright. We'll get through this, we always do,' murmured Stefan to me as he held me tight.

'I don't want to be a vampire,' I whispered to him. 'And I hate him. I hate him so much.'

~X~X~X~X~

Jenna POV:

'Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!' I sung as I walked through the house. Elena was with Stefan and Jeremy was god knows where so I had the house to myself. *Ring ring* went the doorbell. 'Coming,' I called out to the door. I walked towards the door with a spring in my step, still humming Die Young, by Ke$ha. I opened the door and a light breeze wafted in. The sun was setting so it was slightly cool outside. Funny though, there wasn't anybody there. So I stepped out of the house and looked around. Then I heard the door close and I whipped around. I saw a young man, in his twenties, patiently standing there, pleasantly grinning.

'Hello, Jenna,' he began. 'Whilst you know nothing about me, I've heard plenty about you. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Klaus.' That was all I knew before something hit the back of my head and I collapsed.

When I came to, all I could sense was darkness. Then the sounds of boots scuffing against rock and dirt reached my ears. I groggily forced my eyes to stay open and glanced around. I was being carried bridal style by a tall man who had a blank expression set on his face, as though he was slightly dazed and confused. I let my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness and I saw that I was being carried along a very dimly light tunnel. Then the tunnel opened up into what I guessed must be a cellar. I was roughly dropped on the floor and a handcuff slapped around my wrist, with the other cuff going around a metal loop protruding from the hard and jagged rock wall that was behind me. I saw another woman also chained up. Strangely, she looked more like a wolf than a person. She was unconscious. The tall man left the room and I lent across to take a closer look at the woman/wolf.

'Such a waste of precious life, don't you agree?' came the voice of the young man who had been outside my house. I jumped back from the woman's body in shock, for I had not noticed the man enter. I looked up to find him crouching a meter away from me.

'Who are you? What do you want?' I said bravely, or at least what I hoped sounded brave.

'I believe I already introduced myself. I'm Klaus, remember? As for what do I want? Well, you see, it's rather complicated to explain. Allow me to begin simply. I'm a vampire.' I found it strange that under these circumstances he chose to joke. I fixed him with a sceptical look. 'I know you do not believe me, but there is much you humans don't know about the world. Even your darling niece, Elena, is not human. And it is her that I want. You see, there is a centuries old curse that has been placed upon me of which she is the key to breaking. Yet she has a strongly woven web of protection cocooning her. So instead of getting to her, I will get to you. I need something from you.'

'And what would that be?' I asked sarcastically. 'Look, I don't know what kind of lunatic you are and why you aren't locked up in a mental asylum, though you clearly need to be, but it'd be extremely nice if you could let me go.'

'Ah, you may not believe me yet, but very soon, you will. Because soon, you too will be a vampire.' As I puzzled over the meaning of his words, he did another very strange thing. He bit his wrist and held it to my mouth, forcing me to drink it. I gagged and tried to vomit it back, but I found that I couldn't. When he removed his wrist, I spluttered.

'What kind of sick creep are you! That was disgusting and so wrong and sick!' I said as I tried to spit out all the blood. He gave me that smile of his and said:

'Perhaps soon you shall thank me for that,' before his hands found my neck and swiftly snapped it.

-O-O-O-O-

Third person POV

The young man, just out of boyhood, maybe 19 or 20, stepped out of his black Maserati and walked curtly towards the centre of Mystic Falls' town square. He was clean shaven and had dark brown hair which lay slightly ruffled atop his head, falling just above his ears. He pulled off his black sunglasses to survey the area and in doing so, the dying rays of sunlight caught his eyes and made them glisten a pale green. He was of average height and his black t-shirt outlined his muscles. He had a chin that jutted out, almost defiantly whilst his skin was a natural looking complexion . With his black tee he wore dark blue jeans and black converses. Whilst one part of him looked laid-back and casual, another part gave off an air of wisdom, as though he had the knowledge and experiences of one much older than himself.

He then crossed the road, not bothering to look for any incoming cars, to the town information centre. He entered the small shop, the bell above the door ringing and signalling his arrival. The teenage girl behind the counter looked over her magazine and dropped her jaw slightly. He walked up to her and picked up a map off the rack of brochures, placing it on the counter in front of her. She hastily dropped her magazine and closed her mouth, taking the 5 dollar bill he also placed on the counter, counting out the change. As she placed the change in his hand, she batted her eyelashes and looked up at him. 'Anything else I can help you with?' she inquired. He gave her a warm smile.

'I don't think so. But thanks for the map,' was his reply.

'Sorry, what was your name?' she called out just before he turned away.

'Anthony.'

'Anthony…what?'

'Just Anthony,' he said before turning away and exiting the shop.

-A/N: The woman who was in the cellar with Jenna was indeed Jules, if it wasn't obvious enough. Hopefully the next chapter will also be uploaded soon. If I have time, I'll try to write the next chapter this weekend.

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