A/N: Thank you to all those who reviewed etc. This chapter was split into two parts. But the first part seemed really lame, it was like only three pages, and I thought 'I can't leave it there'. So I added the next chapter onto it, and made an extra long chapter to what I usually write.

I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. Thank you.

Twenty-one

She was terrified. Terrified of what he would do to her, terrified of where they were going, terrified of what was happening to Damon. He would probably think she ran off, ran as far away from him as she could. Of course the last thing he would know is that the Vampire Rapist had taken her.

The car bumped over a pot hole in the road and she jumped slightly in her seat. She glanced at the vampire next to her. His eyes were fixed on the road, his hands gripped the steering wheel, if he was human, she was sure his knuckles would have turned white by now. She pushed herself to look away, and cast her gaze at the scenery passing by. The green trees were a blur, and every now and then a building would past by. She wondered again where they were going. She knew they were out of the country, but she still had no clue, he had knocked her out with vervain during the flight, and she woke in the car. She had tried to ask where they were but he didn't respond, acting as though he couldn't hear her. It frustrated her a little, but she was too scared to actually project that frustration onto him.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours on the same road, he turned the car to the left, taking the corner sharply, causing her to be flung into the door. She glanced at the vampire and froze when she realised he was smiling at her.

She wanted to tear her eyes away but found herself getting lost in them, found herself trying to figure out what he had planned. He turned away from her and once again concentrated on the road, in turn she did the same. The road was a short one, and it took only five minutes for the vampire to put the car to a stop.

"We're here," he said as he once again glanced at her.

She looked at her surroundings. There was no building, just trees. She glanced back at her kidnapper and raised an eyebrow in puzzlement.

"We have to get to the house on foot." He answered her unspoken question.

He climbed out of the car and she followed, slamming the door behind her. She heard the beep of the car behind her, signalling that he had locked it. She wrapped her arms around herself as she felt the chill from the small breeze. Looking at the landscape she could tell that this was a warm country, but with it being winter it meant the cold was prominent.

Taking her by surprise, he gripped her hand and pulled her in the direction of the trees. As they pushed past dangling branches, as their shoes crunched against the crispy leaves that littered the forest floor, he glanced over his shoulder, and for the first time she had noticed something different about him. He was nervous and excited. What the hell could he be nervous about? Surely she should be the one feeling that.

"I hope you like it, Elena." She cringed at the way he said her name, cringed at his touch. Then the words registered in her mind. Why would he hope she would like the house?

They finally came to a stop and the vampire turned to face her, watching her reactions. She pushed herself to look away and look up at the house.

It was beautiful, pink plaster, brown balcony's, flowers leading up a pink gravel walkway. It was beautiful, she just wished that he wasn't the one standing next to her. She missed Damon, she wanted him, needed him. She wondered briefly if he was looking for her, or if he had completely let her go. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew he was probably doing the latter. He was so full of self doubt, probably thought it was for the best.

Pain soared through her heart at that thought, tears pricked her eyes, and a lone, salty one trailed down her cool cheek.

"What's wrong? Do you not like? We could always find somewhere else."

"I want-" Could she really say what she was thinking? He could get angry with her, he could beat her, rape her, and that terrified her.

"What do you want?"

"To go home." The words were out before she could stop them. She hadn't meant to say it aloud, but the thought of Damon distracted her from filtering what was coming out of her mouth. She glanced nervously at the vampire, and noticed his eyes were soft... and caring.

"Your just a little homesick, you'll get use to it."

No she wouldn't, she wanted to scream at him. She's not homesick, she wanted Damon. She wanted to be held by him.

"Come, I'll give you a tour." Reluctantly she followed him up the gravel pathway and to the front door. He pulled a key out of his jacket pocket and unlocked it, pushed the door open and stood to one side. "Welcome home." he whispered, and a shiver ran up her spine as she glanced at his darkened gaze.

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He knocked lightly on the door and waited patiently for her to open up. He could hear shuffling from inside, and then the door opened revealing the curly haired witch. She smiled up at him, wearing a questioning look. But when she saw his grim face, her smile dropped.

"What's the matter?"

"We have a problem."

"Okay." She stepped outside and closed the door behind her, then crossed her arms across her breasts, waiting patiently for him to explain.

"Katherine came by yesterday, pretending to be Elena. She said that she spoke to Damon and decided that she wanted me, then she went on to say that Damon had left giving us space."

"How did you tell it was Katherine?"

"Her eyes. They were harder, and colder, more mischievous than Elena's ever were."

"Right so what do you think happened?"

Stefan ran both his hands through his hair and watched Bonnie closely. "Katherine saved the Vampire Rapist. I think he took her and Katherine has done something to Damon to keep him out of the way."

Bonnie's eyes widened and her jaw ticked with anger.

"Bonnie, can you do a location spell on Damon?"

"It won't work, he's a vampire." She paused. "Does Katherine know you know?"

Stefan shook his head. "No, and she won't until I want her to."

"So what should we do?"

"We do what we did when Elena went missing, we search for Damon, and if I know Katherine she would want somewhere no one would go."

"And where's that?"

"The tomb would be my guess."

Bonnie nodded. "Okay let's go then." Both of them ran down the path to Bonnies' car, hoping that Katherine hadn't done any permanent damage.

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His gums ached, his stomach growled, his head hurt, and all he could think about was blood... and Elena. He had no idea how long he had been down there, he knew it had been a while. He was just so hungry, he could feel himself growing weaker and weaker by the minute.

He tried to distract himself by thinking of Elena. He wondered what the fucker was doing to her, he wondered if she was terrified. He had given up so long ago trying to escape, he just had to hope someone would find him, then he could go looking for Elena.

He could picture her beautiful face, her kisses, her touch. He missed her so much, his heart ached for her.

Startling him he heard footsteps coming toward him. He watched the gates, waiting for whoever it is to make an appearance. Eventually his brother walked round the corner, followed by Bonnie.

"Oh thank god, you have to get me out of here." His voice was raspy from the lack of use.

"Damon? What the hell happened?" Stefan ran across to him and bent down next to him and reached for the shackle.

"Wait, their vervain laced." Stefan glanced at Bonnie and with one look, an understanding passed between them.

"So, what happened?" Damon watched Bonnie's eyes shut and she started mouthing words, then he glanced back at his brother.

"Katherine happened."

"Figured as much, she tried posing as Elena, tried to make believe that you ran off to let us live our lives."

"Yeah, I know. The Vampire Rapist took her."

"Thought so."

Startling them both, the shackles broke apart and his hands fell limply to his side. It was such a relief.

"Do you have any idea where the Vampire Rapist would have taken her?" Bonnie asked.

Damon shook his head. "I don't know, they could be anywhere."

"We need to look for her."

"Well, yeah, but first I need blood or otherwise I'm no use to anyone." Damon slowly stood to his feet as pained gripped his muscles. He winced at it but managed to stay up right, leaning against the wall.

"I'll run back to the boarding house and grab some blood bags." Stefan said, and Damon just nodded.

Left with Bonnie, they stayed silent as they waited for Stefan. His mind once again drifted off to Elena. He was terrified, not that he would admit it, but he was, he just hoped that the vampire wouldn't kill her.

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The air between the whole gang had been rather tension filled. No one knew what to say. No one knew how to look at one another. It was awkward. Stefan glanced around the room. Caroline was sat on one of the leather seats, her eyes cast down to her crossed legs, while her arms were crossed over her breasts, her blonde hair framed her face. Next he looked at Bonnie, she was sat next to Caroline, her eyes also cast down, staring at her knotted fingers that lay gently in her lap. Her brown curls covered most of her face. Then Stefan looked at Jeremy. He was sat on the arm next to Bonnie. His arm draped casually over her shoulder in comfort, Stefan guessed. He stared straight ahead, but every now and then he would look out the corner of his eyes, down at Bonnie.

Stefan gazed across at Alaric, he was stood next to the fireplace, nursing a glass of Bourbon, his eyes looking into the flames that danced with joy, although nothing about this situation was joyful.

He glanced at his own drink and downed it in one. This was their usual meeting time, and Damon was always a half hour late. It had been the same everyday for three weeks now. Stefan was worried about his brother. They had looked all over for Elena, and he could sense Damon had lack of hope now. Each day a little more evaporated into thin air.

The door slammed shut, startling them all, and as always, they all looked at the entry way, waiting for Damon.

A few seconds later, Damon came into view, and by the look on his face, he had yet again came up empty. Every day he wore the same look, lost, empty, sad, worried, panicked. But today was different, today he wore an angry look.

"This is bullshit," he screamed through the silence. "We have to widen our search even more."

"How wide?" Stefan asked, probably the only one brave enough to take a chance of asking the questions. He wasn't scared of his brother, but he knew that no one should mess with him in this mood.

"The whole fucking country." Stefan's eyes were glued to his brother as he stormed across the parlour and poured himself a drink. They were all worried about Elena, Alaric had suggested the worst and ended up with a broken nose courteous of Damon. Stefan knew, and he thought Damon did as well, that after three weeks, she could be very much dead. Of course, Damon wasn't going to let it go, not until he saw her dead body, and everyone respected that, especially after he broke Alaric's nose.

Stefan watched as his brother downed a whole tumbler of alcohol and turned to face the group. "You lot are going to search the rest of this god forsaken country. I'm going to search... outside it."

In that moment, Stefan knew that Damon would tear up the whole world to find her.

No one said anything as they watched Damon march out of the parlour, no one brave enough to argue with him.

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Eight months later.

She missed him so much, her heart ached for him. He was all she thought about, well when she was away from the Vampire Rapist that is. For a few months now she had decided that enough was enough, she couldn't take it any more. She wanted Damon back. Regret filled her, she should have made love to him when she had the chance. She was miserable without him, and the Vampire Rapist could sense that.

Life with the vampire was bearable. It was the evenings she loathed. That was when he just had to have her, every night. Of course she led back and pretended to enjoy every single moment of it. Shortly after they had arrived she had come to the conclusion that this vampire thought he loved her and in return she loved him back. So she made him believe it, at least then he wouldn't hurt her. She felt sick to her stomach afterward, guilty for betraying Damon like that, but she was trying to give herself enough time to either escape or be rescued.

She found that she was losing herself. She was no longer the woman that loved Damon, although she did very much, and missed him immensely, she was no longer that woman, not as long as she stayed there with that monster.

So after four and a half months of torture, she decided that she wanted to be that girl again. So she taught herself everything. She taught herself to fight, she taught herself to fall in love with the country of Spain. She taught herself to laugh again. The only time she refused to be that loving girl she had become once again was when she was with him.

So it had been three months of training, and finally she was strong, stronger than she had ever been before, she had slick moves. Now was the time.

That night she led back and took his cock, screaming in all the right places, flexing her vagina muscles for him to believe that she was coming. When they were done, he dragged her to bedroom from the couch, she smiled happily at him, and he smiled back, believing her happiness.

"I knew you would come around eventually." He whispered in her ear as he led her down on top of the comforter.

Once again she took him, and once again she pretended to have an orgasm. After what seemed like hours of fucking, he finally fell asleep. She waited half an hour before slipping out of bed, she padded as quietly as she could across the wooden floor and reached into her chest of drawers and pulled out a wooden stake.

When she reached the bed, she stared at him with cold, detached eyes. But the fear gripped her. What if he wasn't really asleep? What if he knew all along what she was up to?

She shook her head, ridding all thoughts of doubt. This needed to be done, it had to be done. Crouching down, she pulled open a drawer that was attached to the bed and pulled out two more stakes. Placing them on the floor, she stood back up, and once again glanced at him. He was still asleep, or at least she thought he was.

Carefully she placed one of the stakes over his heart, with a deep breath, she raised her arm and brought the stake down, quickly.

Before it could pierce his skin, her arm stopped. He had gripped her hand, his eyes shining with fury. Panic swelled within her, she knew it was too easy, she knew that she couldn't stake him and be done with it.

"I thought you finally loved me the way I loved you." He whispered, hurt lacing his scratchy voice.

"I will never love you." She spat out, sounding a lot braver than she actually felt.

He pushed her back at vampire speed, and she fell on her butt, pain soared through her, but she ignored it. Slyly she gripped one of the stakes on the floor, keeping her eyes on him as he sat up, the stake she had over his heart now in his grip.

She slid the stake up her long sleeved nightgown, hiding it from his view. He stood over her now, staring with anger. She swallowed down the lump that had formed in her throat, her heart thudded in her chest and she tried her best to ignore it as he crouched down beside her.

He reached out and stroked the back of his fingers down her cheek, she flinched at his cold touch. The sick feeling returning to her stomach.

"I gave you everything, and this is the way you repay me."

It was now or never. She brought her arm up, sliding the steak out of it's hiding place, and stabbed him through the chest. His eyes grew wide in surprise and he glanced down at the steak that was sticking out, then back at her. "I will never love you." She repeated.

His skin grew grey and he groaned in pain. After what felt like hours, but in reality it had only been seconds, he fell to the floor, landing on his side. His eyes open, mouth gaping. He was dead. It was finally over. She could go home.

Relief flooded her system at that thought, longing crawled it's way through her heart. She wanted Damon, she needed Damon. The only doubt she had about returning home was that he had actually believed everything that was said, that he didn't want her any more because of Katherine.

She forced the thoughts out of her mind. She had to focus on the task at hand, getting out of here. Getting home. Whatever waited for her could be dealt with then, for now she actually had to get home.

She forced herself off the floor, and at vampire speed, she dressed, grabbed her passport, her plane ticket, her money that she had stolen from his safe and the home she had lived in for eight months.

It was over, she was finally going to return home.

A/N: There we go, please let me know what you think. Thank you.