A/N: Hey guys! I wanted to post this up on Christmas but the site went under some changes and I couldn't access my story! Sorry!
Also, happy one year anniversary to this story! :D Uh, okay, it's not that much big of a deal, alright... But I hope you guys enjoyed your Christmas and all your presents. And then there's also Kwanzaa which I don't celebrate.
On with the story~
Trigger warning: Sadistic torture with a little gore. I'm not responsible for any nightmares and/or anything that results in you getting hurt. You have been warned.
Still dedicated to Stalker Evrdeen.
Disclaimer: I'm only the author of this fanfiction.
He peered out of the bushes as the lone car pulled out of the driveway.
"Cleared."
Three stealthy figures dashed across the grass patch that separated them from the big house at a supernatural speed. The field surrounding the house was empty except for the few bushes and trees. Nobody loitered around and the lights in the big house was all turned off. The blonde approached the door that didn't lead to the main house silently and gently turned it. The doorknob twisted without any resistance meeting along the way. She pushed it. The door was heavy but it opened without a squeak or creak.
To any mortal human being, this would be "pitch black" to them. But luckily for the creatures of the night, the moonlight shone the perfect amount of light into the room. The blonde stood aside and the other two snuck straight up the stairs as if they knew the place like the back of their hand. The lone blonde stayed behind and closed the door behind her softly, locking the door with the bolts originally installed and standing guard.
When the two reached the top of the stairs, the darker-haired man stood behind another door with his ear pressed firmly to the door, listening carefully for any hints of any living or undead creatures moving around. When he was satisfied with what he found, he unbolted the door and peeked in to double check his suspicions with a knife readied at his hand. The brunette stood at the top of the stairs, waiting to back the other man up if anything were to happen.
The dark-haired man found nothing behind the locked door and sneaked in, not making a single noise even though he knew that no one was there. He placed his footing carefully, as to make sure that he didn't tread on any alarms that might go off without warning or anything that would leave clear evidence of his existence behind.
There were 4 heavy looking metal doors on either side of him. They looked exactly the same as the one the Salvatore basement had. Although the walls were clean, the room still smelt of human sweat, decay, rust and a faint smell of dried blood. To any ordinary human, this would have made them gag, but to a creature of the night, this was a torture chamber to the vampires' feeding pleasure.
In the past, certain sadistic blood-sucking demons loved to keep their preys in rooms like these and torture each of them everyday - slowly sinking their teeth in, slowly feeding a pint of blood from each of them. They barely gave any food and water for them just to hang on for life. It was pure agony for their prey but the sadistic creatures enjoyed and relished every single hoarse scream of pain and distress that came out of their mouth. Blood would trickle down the side of the victims neck or wrist, depending on the creature's preference and it would be put to waste. Some creatures would even call their prey horrible names. Memories of those times flashed in front of the dark-haired man's eyes. He had been a witness to some of these gruesome tortures and he felt remorseful for not even trying to save one or two innocent lives and put a stop to these terrifying scenes.
He gestured for the brunette to follow him in. They heard shallow breathing of a human in a room that was facing the forest right at the end of the room. It didn't sound like it was in pain or struggling, it sounded peaceful, as if it was sleeping comfortably. Deciding to take a chance and pray that it wasn't another species of a creature of the night, they unlocked the door open easily and pushed it open.
There, lying on the floor against the wall, slept a dark-haired woman with disheveled hair and messy clothes, her hands locked at her back. Her breathing seemed natural although the position she was in seemed very uncomfortable. The brunette grabbed a small silver key on a box of who knows what inside that seemed to be the only one lying around, assuming it was for the cuffs attached to a metal chain which was attached to the wall. He tossed it to the darker-haired man and he stepped in to the room. All four walls were made out of stone, and so was the ceiling and the floor.
The sleeping lady stirred a little as the man advanced on towards her, his black shoes tapping quietly against the smooth stone. The position she was sleeping in made it easy for the dark-haired man to unlock her cuffs and carry her on his back. She never fully woke up, but only managed to mutter and ask where they were taking her. She didn't seem to have the energy to struggle much and fell back asleep. They weren't upset over this nor pleased with her reaction because an unconscious lady would be easier to deal with.
The brunette put everything back in place, as if nothing had been touched besides the girl. They locked the metal door to her room, placed the key back in the same original position, locked the other doors and got out of the property as quick as they could.
A mile off the estate parked the getaway car near the forest. There was a carnival going on in the middle of the highway and there were many people at the carnival. The car was parked just like any other. The dark-haired man carefully placed the lady in the back seat, slipping into the driver's seat, the brunette with the lady and the blonde in the front.
And it was just like any other family car leaving the carnival.
Elena felt comfy clothes on her skin, a soft bed under her and a blanket over her. It was warm.
Where am I? All of a sudden, she panicked. She vaguely remembered being taken away by masked men covered in black. She struggled but it seemed as if she had been underwater the whole time, never been able to really do anything. Her arms and legs had felt heavy, as if she couldn't move at all.
She opened her eyes, praying that she was back in her own home, in her own bed and that all of that was just a terrible nightmare.
She found herself to be in an oddly-familiar house. Maybe she had just been too tired and fell asleep early the night before and that her limbs were almost sore was because she was that she had too much sleep. The morning sunlight was peeping in through the open window, the birds were chirping merrily and...
And there was the smell of fresh pancakes.
She hastily threw the covers off and threw the bedroom door open and realization had dawned on her.
Of course.
It wasn't all a dream.
The Salvatores had saved her.
A/N: Ahhhhhh... Done. Finished this chapter. I'm sorry that I didn't update for so long. D: I APOLOGIZE, FRIENDS.
I didn't proof read this chapter either. I'm tired.
And yes, I did change my username. Well, so here you have something new! Something more original.
You guys really like the number 69, eh? ;) C'mon, gimme a review, please? :D
This chapter's song inspiration: Nothing. No more. Heehee.
*Throws smiley faces at audience* /grins/ Oh, wait, you wanted fireworks? I'm sorry, I don't own any. :( You know what? I'll have some confetti to celebrate the first anniversary of this story. *Confetti flies all over the place* Whoot whoot!