Author's Note: I know, I know it's been forever. Sorry!

PART THIRTY-FOUR

Her head throbbed. Elena's head had only hurt that badly when she had been seventeen years old and she, Caroline, and Bonnie had snuck down a bottle of wine and drank it all in one of their parent's basements.

But this was way worse than a hung over. This felt like she had been hit with a bunch of bricks. She blinked once, trying to remember what had happened. She had been putting her stuff in the back of her car when suddenly she had felt extraordinary pain.

It took her a minute for her brain to settle, but when it did it wasn't much better. Her head still throbbed painfully. Elena forced herself to keep her eyes opened, believing that if she kept them closed she would never escape from this horrendous nightmare.

Elena opened her eyes slowly, she tried to place one hand on her belly like she always did so that she could have an easier time sitting up, but she found out that she couldn't. Her arms were tied behind her back with thick ropes along with her legs She was completely immobile.

A chill went down her spine as panicked settled in. What the hell had happened and where was she? Elena slowly forced herself to sit up, but it was hard with her belly in the way. When she finally did she surveyed her territory.

Small, cramped dirty farm house. No one in sight and she couldn't hear buildings or cars around her either. She sighed. Great, just what she needed for her to be dropped in the middle of nowhere.

She tried to picture the person who attacked her, but she came out blank. Elena could feel the panic starting to settle in as she forced herself not to cry. As soon as she started crying all hell would break loose and then she would really be screwed. Crying was not in the cards right now.

The door opened, and Elena turned around, half hoping that this was all a horrible prank. That's when she recognized the gold shoes and the heavily painted lips. Sybil.

"Hello, Elena," Sybil said with a small smirk. "I'm sorry that I couldn't have come before. I was a little tied up at the moment. How are you feeling love?"

"Sybil," Elena struggled with the ropes, but they were almost too tight. Tight enough that they seemed to have cut off her circulation. "What the hell are you doing here? Did you do this to me?"

"No," Sybil admitted. "But the person who did this is here. Brian, would you come out please?"

Elena saw a tall man that she didn't recognize enter the room. "Hello, Mrs. Salvatore."

Elena blinked confused as she turned from Sybil to Brian. "I don't understand, what-"

"Let me explain this to you, slowly Elena so that your small bird brain understands," Sybil said in a condescending tone. "This is Brian Richardson. I believe that you have meet and talked with his wife, Mrs. Richardson."

"I did," Elena gulped. "Wait, are you her husband?"

"The one and only," Brian said as he leaned forward so that he could face her. "And you must be the bitch that convinced my lovely wife to leave me. Thanks to you she is now lying down in a pool of her own blood."

"You killed her? I thought you loved her, why would you kill her?"

"Love makes you do strange things, Mrs. Salvatore. All I know is that the love of my life wouldn't have left me if it hadn't been for you. She had to pay as with you."

Elena turned to Sybil. "Sybil, please you need to get me out of here. Do not listen to him, get Damon call-"

"Elena, shut up. I am sick of hearing your whiny little voice. Don't you get it by now, Damon is not here to save you. Poor Elena, she always had prince charming to save her. It doesn't look that way now, does it?"

"I don't need a prince charming to save me," Elena shot back. "What the hell is wrong with you Sybil? Are you teaming up with this man because Damon wouldn't give you the time of day after you cheated on him?"

Sybil flushed. "Well, it seems that Brian and I have something in common we both utterly despise you. But we already dealt with one gruesome death and we don't really care about disposing of another body, so lucky for you and your loved ones, your death will not be messy."

"What?!"

"We are leaving you to starve you stupid girl," Brian said impatiently. "And by the looks of this weather freeze to death."

"Goodbye, Elena." Sybil said. "You might want to start saying your prayers."

Where was she? It was almost ten o clock and Elena should have been home by now. The meal that Damon had prepared had long since gone cold, but he hadn't phoned to contact her, because he though she must be talking with her parents, but talking didn't take that much.

He grabbed his phone and started dialing Elena's cell phone number. When no one answered he called Elena's home phone instead. Miranda answered. "Elena, is that you?"

"No, Mrs. Gilbert. It's me Damon." Damon cleared his throat. He felt awkward. He didn't know how Elena's mother felt about him yet especially after the whole incident. "I've been trying to reach Elena and she's not answering her phone, we were supposed to meet hours ago, but she didn't come. I was wondering if you have seen her."

"No Damon, we haven't. My husband and I are starting to get worried, usually Elena always texts us, but this time she didn't. She's usually not this quiet and I have no idea where she is."

Damon tried not to panic. He hadn't said anything to freak her out, had he? "I'll try to figure out where she is Mrs. Gilbert. She is probably with her friends and lost track of time."

Damon spend the next half hour calling everyone Elena knew, which wasn't much since Elena was shy and not a particular social person. He checked with the neighbors, with Caroline, Lexi, Stefan, his cousins, Katherine, his mother, even with Bonnie who was away in med school, but neither of them had talked or seen her in hours.

By 10:45 pm, Damon was starting to grow worried and the image of Elena lying in a ditch somewhere was alarmingly clear. He decided to get into his car and search for her. The problem was that the places that Elena usually went to were already closed.

Damon tried Elena's phone again and it went straight to voicemail. "Damn it, Elena. Answer me." He tried calling her again, but no answer. Despite his better judgement he parked in front of The Grill. He needed a drink.

"Bourbon. Double." He snapped at the sleepy looking bartender. He waited impatiently for his drink.

". . .how long do you think-"

"Hard to say. A couple of days. A week at the most, with her delicate condition it shouldn't be hard."

"I'm serious Brian, she needs to be dead dead."

"She will be sweets."

Damon turned around when he heard the familiar voice. He saw Sybil and an unknown man at the end of the bar.

-End of Chapter Thirty-Four-