Chapter Twenty-One

Caroline glared at the intimidating man that was blocking her access of escape. Her chest heaved painfully as she clutched her best friend's diary in her quivering hands. Bo smiled wickedly, not entirely surprised that the blonde teenager caught his intentions fast. He was expecting her to find out quickly.

"What have you done with them?" asked Caroline quietly. Her eyes narrowed and more tears trickled down her pale face, thinking of all the terrible possibilities of her friends fates.

"Nothing compared to what I have prepared for you, darlin'."

A scream ripped out of her throat as Bo advanced, without warning. As quickly as he moved, she took off in a sprint to the opposite side of the house. Her insides burned with adrenaline and fear as she slammed into one of the backdoors and attempted to fling herself out, but it was locked.

Bo halted at the entrance of the room, enjoying the nice view of one of his victims struggling to escape. Her breaths grew harsh as she looked around to find another way to get out of this house. She tried one of the windows but it was bolted.

Bo crossed his arms and leaned against the wall in a careless position. "Give it up, Caroline." She ignored his jeers as she continued to try and break one of the shatter-proof windows. Bo chuckled mockingly and said, "Your pathetic attempts of escape are wearing thin."

"What the hell is this?" asked Caroline loudly as she inspected the windows.

"Maxi-glass." Bo supplied smartly, his dark eyes roaming over her figure. "Be careful, sweetheart. Chances are you'll harm yourself worse than the glass."

"If that's what it's gonna take to get the hell out of here, then I'll take my chances." Caroline spat, throwing down the useless chair on the floor and quickly scouring the tables for a weapon. She cluttered various items and paper.

"What, are you gonna give me a paper-cut or something?" Bo mocked. Sliding papers away, she found a metal stapler. She turned and held it in front of her protectively. Bo barked out a laugh, amused by her choice of weapon. "A stapler? You're pulling my leg here, Caroline."

Gripping the stapler tightly, Caroline bolted out the other hallway, but Bo was just as fast, and soon he caught her, causing them both to crash onto the floor. She landed on her back with Bo straddling her stomach. Her head ached from hitting the floor with aggressive force.

"That was really fuckin' stupid, blondie." Bo sneered from above, his breath ghosting over her face.

"Get. The. Fuck. Of. Me." Opening the flap of the stapler with one hand, she jammed it into his chest and pressed hard, successfully eliciting a cry of pain from her attacker. Ripping the stationary item from his chest, she proceeded to take this opportunity of his momentary weakness to smack the stapler harshly into his cheek.

Bo howled painfully and with all her might, she slithered from underneath and away from his body. While he was recovering from the pain, Caroline seized the moment to dash across the room and much to her luck, he forgot to lock the front door. She flung it open and took off in a hasty speed down the steps and into town.

Bo raised himself up on his feet, his face contorted in anger and frustration. Quickly, like a panther, he moved and retrieved a rifle hidden deep in the bowels of his home. Sliding bullets and loading it dangerously, he strolled across the house and out the door, following after the blonde.

Unknown to Caroline and Bo, a pair of keys rested on the floor in the living room—Klaus' keys to his vehicle.

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"Elena, where are we going?" asked Damon as his eyes glanced around in every direction. He and Klaus were both holding weapons, just in case. Elena was leading them into the town, near the church.

"There was a person here." Elena remembered when she was attacked by Bo from the church and he tackled her down outside this person's home. But the person didn't even help her out. "They opened up the curtain."

Elena opened up the gate to the white picket fence while Damon just hopped over it carelessly. Klaus followed cautiously behind Elena. Damon climbed up to the window and glanced into it. The thin curtains obscured his vision from seeing anything from the inside. But from the looks of it, the lights inside were turned on.

"This is pointless, Elena—"

Damon caught his tongue as the curtain suddenly swiped open. He nearly fell back from shock but caught himself. Elena gasped from the sudden curtain movement and moved closer to Klaus. An elderly woman with curlers pinned to her hair looked at them all with a blank expression.

"What the hell?" muttered Damon as he observed closer. He studied the immobile features on the woman's face. The woman didn't even move or look around. Then, in another second, she closed the curtain again, as if there wasn't a group of three people standing in her yard, in front of her window.

"Well, that's not creepy at all." Klaus commented sardonically. Elena moved closer to the window just as the woman figure pulled open the curtain again.

"How come she doesn't see us?" asked Damon confused.

"Perhaps she's blind?" Klaus suggested.

Elena shook her head before she looked at the two of them and whispered, "The whole town's rigged."

"What?" Damon frowned.

"Everyone in this town," Elena closed her eyes momentarily and released a deep breath before continuing, "They're all wax."

"That's impossible," Klaus said disbelievingly.

"Klaus, open your eyes." Elena said loudly, gesturing all around her. "Don't you think it's a bit odd that there's no one outside? Or the fact that you got attacked in that wax museum?"

Klaus kept his mouth closed in a firm line.

Elena stared at him for a moment longer before she pushed past the two men and started to go the opposite direction. Klaus and Damon looked at her before glancing at each other, both in shock and disbelief about the absurd situation.

Finally, they wordlessly followed her.

As the trio ventured deeply into town, they came across a certain shop that had a display window with various types of guns inside.

"Perfect," said Damon as he dropped his pole and picked up a rock from the ground. He made a move to throw it into the glass but Elena stopped him.

"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped. "That'll make too much noise!"

"Be reasonable, Damon," Klaus said, agreeing with her.

"I am being reasonable." Damon argued, glaring at them. "With weapons like these, that dick's not gonna want to cross our path." With that, he flung the rock with a violent swing and smashed the glass. Klaus rolled his eyes and followed Damon to the display window while Elena watched. They each retrieved a gun.

"ELENA! OH MY GOD!"

Elena spun around and turned to see a familiar blonde racing down the street.

"CAROLINE!"

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Date Posted: 10/31/14

Happy Halloween! Unluckily for me, I'm sick today, actually for a couple days, I've been sick. So, I can't go anywhere unfortunately :/ So I decided to write up a chapter for everyone. Sorry for the long wait. Thank you for everyone's responses last chapter, as always :D

- Nina