Elena walked over to her bed, flopping down on her back, exhaling a huge sigh as she did so. Tired as she was, she was adamant about sleeping as little as she could, fully knowing the persistence of the nightmare. She fought her hardest but she finally gave in, the aching in her head quickly became soothed as she let herself become taken. But somewhere around three A.M., she herself was taken.

Elena woke up to complete and utter silence. She reached over to her bedside to grab her watch to see what time it was, but her hand fell instead of stopping at the nightstand. Wait, why wasn't her nightstand in the place where her hand had fallen through?

Elena slowly sat up, and opened her eyes, expecting to see the picture of Bonnie, Caroline, and her that hung directly across from her bed, but where she looked, the wall was a dark red.

She stood up, now knowing fully that she wasn't in her own room, and, like she had done while she was in Paris with Damon, she had silently snuck over to a window in the room and looked out. As Elena searched the landscape for some familiar feature, she exhaled a little deeply when she, like so many times before, saw the Eiffel Tower with a sigh of exasperation mixed with tears.

Stefan stalked nervously around the room. What was he going to do about the killer of the girl? He himself had absolutely no idea. He knew a visit to Elena's house would bring him some peace, and that, he knew, was exactly what he needed. But, it was only four o'clock in the morning. He pondered over whether or not to go, and he made his decision. He hoped Elena was a morning person; he hoped Elena was a really early morning person.

As he made his way to his house, Damon was thinking the murder over very questioningly. He never disposes his bodies as unkempt as that. Elijah always disposes of them; but at least he always has the dignity to make it look like an accident.

Looking up, Damon saw he was breaching the doorstep. As he reached it, he pushed on the door, only to see it locked with a pretty good sized padlock. Grabbing the lock and snapping it in half, he pushed open the door and called out Elijah's name. There was no answer. Damon made his way to the room where he had seen the girl and pushed on the door. This one opened easily and there was no resistance.

On the floor, lying face up, was the mangled and dead corpse of Elijah. Damon knelt down to get a better look, but he found nothing.

"This is bad. This is very bad."

"Elena?" called Stefan as he entered the Gilbert House.

"Oh! Hi Stefan. What are you going here so early?"

Stefan turned around to see Jenna, in her pale pink bathrobe, sipping on her morning coffee.

"Hello Jenna," said Stefan good-naturedly. "Do you know where I may find Elena?"

"Elena? She went ice-skating with Bonnie and Caroline hours ago. But I don't know where so don't bother asking."

A couple hours ago? It was only 5 A.M. And why would she go ice-skating? Elena hated ice-skating, She had told Stefan herself when he had asked her if she had wanted to go. Besides, didn't Elena know how much pain it had caused him when she had been taken to France? The least she could do was tell him when and where.

Stefan looked back to Jenna and searched her face. She was wearing a smile big enough to look fake, and he thought, creepy. Her eyes were still Jenna's own; light gray with a tinge of blue. But they weren't normal. Her eyes no longer had the shine they always did, nor her normal cheeriness. Stefan had put all of the clues together, but Jenna's abnormal face had proved it. She had been compelled, and Elena was NOT ice-skating with Bonnie and Caroline. Elena was gone- again.