A/N: So drunk people just invaded my uni halls and one came into my room so I guess I'm not going to get any sleep tonight. Might as well write another chapter!
Also… I apologize for this chapter. I really do.

I went back to my room and into my, now slightly cold, bath. I topped it up with water until it was scalding hot and sank into it, closing my eyes. I didn't feel bad for what I'd said to Klaus. He needed to hear it. I just hoped that I hadn't made things worse for the others or for myself. I sighed quietly, trying to divert my thoughts. He had deserved it and if he decided to take it personally that was his problem. Besides, everything upset him. Even if I hadn't said him, I was sure that something would have set him off given time.

There was a soft knock at the door. I groaned and sat up.

"I'm in the bath!"

The door immediately opened and Kol came in. He gave me a friendly smile as he closed the door behind him.

"Of course, it would be you."

"I'm not one for missing an opportunity to see you naked Elena." He grinned and perched on the rim of the tub. "I wanted to say thank you, for standing up to Klaus earlier."

"He needed to hear it. Although I'm sleeping with one eye open tonight just in case." He laughed softly.

"Smart move, I'm probably going to do the same." He let his hand hang down, his fingertips skimming the water. "How's your leg?"

"Sore." I stretched out and winced.

"May I…?" He lifted his wrist halfway to his mouth. I considered for a moment and nodded. He bit his wrist and held it out to me. I took a gulp of blood and lay back, relaxing as I felt my leg beginning to heal.

After a moment I realized Kol was watching me intently. I raised an eyebrow and made a face at him.

"What?"

"I'm still marvelling over how bad ass you were. I don't think any of us would have had the nerve to threaten to get Mikael. That's like… high treason." I thought about what Rebekah had said and looked away.

"Well he probably knows that I wouldn't have the faintest idea how to go about doing that."

"Close your eyes and wish really hard, I'm sure he'll show up," Kol teased. I splashed him.

"Are you going to perve on me in the bath all night?"

"If you don't kick me out I will."

"Go. Let me take a bath in peace." He gave me a puppy dog face. "Go!"

"Fine!" He gave a mock huff and left. I relaxed in the bath, closing my eyes once again. I let myself relax, sinking down until I was completely submerged.

I opened my eyes. I was floating in water, deep blue and endless. I was wearing a dress which wafted out around me as I moved. Far above, I could see light. I swam towards it but my limbs wouldn't respond properly and no matter how hard I moved I didn't seem to get any closer.

My lungs were beginning to cry out for air and I swam faster, trying to reach the light and the promise of fresh air.

Something grabbed hold of my ankle, pulling me back. I looked down and saw a pale hand, gripping me. The flesh was rotting, the nails long and jagged. I could see other hands further below, reaching up. I couldn't see the faces of the monsters but blonde hair was visible, floating somewhere in the shadows. A scream burst from my lips, the last bit of precious air escaping.

Water filled my lungs, burning my throat as I choked. The hand pulled down harder, dragging me deeper into the darkness.

I bolted upright in the bath, gasping and coughing. The bath water was freezing. I got out and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me for warmth. I hadn't meant to fall asleep and after my last weird dream had ended with me walking in the middle of the night, I was a little nervous that I'd fallen asleep so suddenly and had yet another weird dream.

I went through to the bedroom, dried off and changed into my pyjamas. Despite my reluctance to sleep, I could feel exhaustion setting in. I'd not slept since the motel and I wasn't even sure how long ago that was thanks to my time in the hole. I stretched out in bed and felt my eyelids drift closed. I fought against it, despite knowing how much I needed to sleep. I drifted between asleep and awake for a while, jerking myself awake every time I dozed off.

Eventually the pull became too much and I felt myself succumbing to oblivion with nothing I could do to stop it.

Once again I found myself in the theatre, in the dressing room. My dress was the same as before, but my wings had changed from white to a pale grey, my make-up seemed darker and I now had an elegant black mask on.

I left the dressing room and into a corridor. It was dark, a single naked bulb hanging from the ceiling allowing me a little light to see by. There was a stench of decay and the air felt cold and damp. A rat ran past me, disappearing into the darkness ahead. I took a hesitant step forward, than another. More rats darted past me, the sound of their claws scrabbling against the floor lingering long after they had vanished from sight.

My foot collided with something solid. I paused and looked down. A figure was sprawled across the corridor. Its clothes were ragged. Its skin was pale and waxy. My eyes moved to its face and I recoiled in horror. Rats were swarming over the person's face, obscuring it as they feasted. I felt bile rising in my throat and I stepped back, retching.

I forced myself on, skirting passed the corpse. Rats were dotted along the corridor and a few hissed as I approached. Further along, another corpse was propped up against the wall. This one was relatively clear of rats but I could see that they had been there from the bites on its face, marring it beyond recognition. One was sat on its leg, gnawing at the flesh on its fingers, stripping it away until the bone protruded.

I ran on, refusing to look around me. I tripped and tumbled forward. Something fell on top of me, crushing me to the floor, a hand dangled down in front of my face. The smell of rot filled my nostrils. I tried not to vomit as I pushed off the heavy body. I went to get to my feet but something small and furry landed on my back. I could feel it crawling on my back and I tried to bat it off. Sharp tiny fangs bit into my fingers as I desperately struck out at the attacking creature. I heard the squeaking of the rats massing around me. They began to pour forward, swarming over me, biting and scratching at my skin.

I struggled to my feet and shook myself to dislodge them before taking off running.

I ran onto the stage. This time there was no sign of Ciaran or his brother. The stage was silent, the curtains open revealing empty chairs. In the middle of the stage was a row of coffins, the lids nailed shut apart from the one at the furthest end which was open, revealing an elegant purple lining. I didn't dare approach them, fearful of what I might find inside the rest.

The spotlight came on, skewering me with the beam. I squinted, looking around, expecting Mikael or one of his henchmen to appear, but there was nothing.

"Come out you coward! Why are you hiding from me?"

A silhouette appeared in the aisle between the chairs. He approached the stage, stopping in front of it.

"I wasn't hiding from you, Elena. You only had to invite me in."

"Get out of my head."

"Oh sweet Elena, I've been in your head for longer than you know."

I turned away, refusing to acknowledge him any longer. He appeared in front of me suddenly.

"It's time for you to make your choice Elena." He grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me against him, turning me so my back was against his chest. He moved so we were stood in front of the coffin with the open lid and grazed his fangs against my throat. A whimper escaped my lips.

He pushed me and I fell forward, landing in the coffin. I rolled onto my back, ready to clamber out but the lid came down, sealing me in the darkness. I pounded at the wood and clawed in a desperate attempt to get free. Water began to seep in around my feet, from where I didn't know. I pulled my legs up as much as I could, trying to keep them out of the water. A crack appeared in the wood above my head and water began to pour down on me. The box began to fill rapidly, the water rising up around me. It came up over my head, submerging me. I held my breath for as long as I could but couldn't stop myself gasping for air that wasn't there. Water poured down my throat, choking me.

I tried to rise up, forcing my mouth into the tiny bit of empty space that still remained. I beat my fists against the wood, trying to break free. I dug my fingers into the crack that the water had come through, pulling at it to try and make it wider. The water running down my throat seemed to thicken and took on a salty taste. I could see the water darkening, changing to become reddish in colour and I realized that it was no longer water filling the coffin but blood. I was drowning in blood. It coated every inch of my body, blinding me, swallowing me whole.

A/N: I'm so sorry. I'm just… I am so tired (these are the types of nightmares I have).