When Selina didn't come back downstairs, Stefan and Elena came up. Selina was sitting on her and Damon's bed, clutching then note tightly in her hand.

"What's happened?" Elena asked, sitting next to her. "Where'd Damon go?"

Selina said nothing for a moment, then slowly brought her hand toward Elena and dropped the note into Elena's open palm. "Read that," she said quietly.

Elena read it over. "What's this?" She asked. "Other than being a note made up of lyrics from Phantom of the Opera?"

Selina sighed. "I think Damon's been taken," she said. "The note's written in either red ink or blood. I think it's blood. I hope it's not Damon's."

"Why would anyone want to take Damon?" Stefan asked.

Selina shrugged. "I have no idea. Well, actually I do; he's made a lot of enemies over the years, I guess."

Elena handed the note back to her. "I don't think Damon was kidnapped because of something he did. I think he was taken because somebody wants to get your attention."

"Well obviously," Selina said. "But who's left to do that? Tommy's dead, Michael's dead-for good this time- Mason's gotten over the little crush he had on me, Tyler's married to Caroline, so who's left?"

"I don't know," Stefan said. "Were you married to anyone else besides Tommy and just haven't told us yet?"

"No," Selina shook her head. She looked at the note again. "I feel terrible; I don't even know what to do now. But the good news is I don't think we have to worry immediately."

"Wow," Elena told her. "You're taking this remarkably well for someone whose husband was kidnapped and is possibly being tortured and/or killed. I thought for sure you'd be chomping at the bit to go and rescue him; that's what he would do if it was you who was in trouble."

"Well, there's a difference between this and all the times I got in trouble and Damon had to rescue me," Selina told her. "For starters, he always knew who had a hold of me; it was either a Lockwood or Sheriff Forbes. We have no signature. Two, he always had a location: when Sheriff Forbes and her cronies kidnapped me, she freaking called the house and told him where I was; and where would the Lockwoods take me? To the mansion of couse. We don't have a location either! All we know is that someone kidnapped Damon because they want to use him as a bargaining tool to get me to have a relationship with them. And that's it. So before we go barreling into anything, we might as well figure out where we need to barrel, and who in the hell did the kidnapping so we don't have any unpleasant surprises later on."

"That's very sensible," Stefan told her. "I'm amazed."

"Oh, thank you so much," Selina said.

"Do you need a drink?" Stefan asked her.

Selina shook her head, snatched up the note and the three of them went downstairs. "Ordinarily I would say yes," Selina said. "But in this case, I think I should keep my wits about me."

"Where do you want to start looking?" Elena asked.

Selina thought a moment. "I'll go see if I can find Andie; maybe she saw something."

"Where is she hanging out now?" Stefan asked. "She's obviously not staying in your bedroom anymore."

"Of course not," Selina said. "I gave her my extra room."

"And why is that?" Elena asked. "Why didn't you ask Damon to undo the compulsion and send her on her way since he isn't in need of her anymore?"

"Well, for one thing, she's a reporter so she's very good at being nosy; we can use that. For another, we can't just set her loose; she might tell everyone about us being vampires, and then where would we be?"

"You aren't a vampire anymore," Stefan said. "Remember that?"

"Oh," Selina grimaced. "I forgot about that; damn, I should have let Damon turn me the first time he offered."

"Well why didn't you?" Elena asked.

"Because I thought he wanted to turn me just so that Klaus would have to take you. I thought that was bad reasoning. He accused me of being a being a martyr and I told him that if my mother wasn't so pushy, he'd be one with me."

"What do you mean?" Stefan asked. He went to the refrigerator and then poured himself a drink.

"He was planning on leaving Mystic Falls so that I could become a werewolf and live a mostly normal life and he wouldn't have to feel tempted by wanting to turn me," Selina said. "Luckily, Mama heard what was going on because we were at the mansion and she talked him out of it."

Elena smirked. "I can't believe you wanted to be a werewolf," she said.

Selina smiled. "I know; I can't believe it either. But the fact that I'm human now is just one more reason why we have to be extra-prepared before we try to go and rescue Damon. If we aren't prepared and we run into something supernatural, someone could die." She looked at Elena. "It could be you, it could be me. We just don't know."

"All right," Elena clapped her hands. "Where do you want to start?"

Selina shook her head. "I really don't know. I'd say start with the note, but it doesn't tell us a heck of a lot." She began pacing. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "The note doesn't say a lot, but it could still be a clue! I mean, whoever wrote it clearly wants me to find them, and I wouldn't be able to if they didn't at least give me a small hint as to where they were or who they were."

"So you're saying that a horribly disfigured guy has taken Damon hostage and is holding him somewhere deep in the catacombs of Mystic Falls in an attempt to lure you down there so he can make you love him in exchange for Damon's life?" Stefan asked.

"What?" Selina and Elena asked at the same time.

Stefan shrugged, taking the note from Selina. "It's just that that's what happens during the musical when the Phantom is singing this song; he's taken Christine's lover Raoul down to his hideout in the catacombs and plots to kill him unless Christine agrees to marry him."

"Wait just a minute," Elena said. "Horribly disfigured guy…didn't you dump wolfsbane all over Gabe's face the first time he tried to rape you?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "But one of the other werewolves killed him, so it can't be him at all. This is so frustrating, I don't know where to start!" Just as she opened her mouth to speak again, the telephone rang. Elena went to answer it. A few seconds later, she handed the phone over to Selina. "It's someone from the hideout. He wants you to come over right away."

Selina cleared her throat. "Hi," she said. "I'm sure that Stella's told you I've decided I don't need you anymore." She paused. "Seriously? Do you really think that's necessary? Sure, I'll come over if you think it's important. Would you do me one favor, though? Would you make sure Stella's out of the way before I get there? We had a fight earlier, and I'm not ready to face her just yet. All right, thanks. I'll be over in a jiff." She turned off the phone and hung it back up again, facing the other two. "He wants me to come over; he says it's horribly important."

"Yeah, we heard," Elena said. "What's going on?"

"He's worried for my safety," Selina said. "Apparently, he has some suspicions that someone's betrayed us to Klaus and that he'll be on his way over here any day now."

Elena gasped. "Should I be worried too?"

Selina shrugged and headed for the door. "I have no idea; he didn't say anything about you, but I don't think it would hurt to watch yourself a little closer from now on."

"Do you want us to keep brainstorming while you're gone?" Elena asked.

"Of course," Selina nodded. "I'm going to be at the hideout for awhile. Who knows when I'm coming back?"

"Do you want us to check up on Andie?" Stefan asked.

"Sure," Selina called back.

Once they got back inside the house, they went to Selina's spare bedroom, but found Andie crumpled dead next to the bed, a note pinned to her sweater. Whoever had taken Damon had killed her too.

When she arrived at the hideout, Elijah was the one who greeted her at the door. "Thanks for coming so quickly," he said.

"Of course," Selina told him. "Thank you for keeping Stella out of the way; I'd hate to be around when she starts gloating. I told her I was never coming back here, and that I sure as hell didn't need your help. Obviously I was wrong." As Selina closed the door and turned toward him, Elijah frowned and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders.

"There's something different about you," he said. "What is it?"

Selina looked up at him. "Why should I tell you if you already know? I assume you do."

"Yes, of course I do," Elijah snapped, roughly pushing her away. "How could you let yourself be bitten and turn human? This could ruin everything you know!"

"Now just a minute," Selina told him. "That was not my fault! May I remind you that it was Stella who sent me away from the hideout on the day of a full moon when I wasn't at my cognitive or emotional best?"

Elijah sighed. "You're right of course; I've been meaning to talk to her about that."

"And I saw Andria," Selina said. "I know you called her and brought her here. Why exactly did you do that again?"

"Because I knew that Stella would be better able to focus on protecting you if she knew that Andria was, in a manner of speaking, alive and well. For years her goal was to get back at Katerina Petrova for what she did to Andria; make Katerina hurt as much as she'd made Stella hurt."

"I figured that," Selina said. "But now Stella's got nothing to do with herself because Katherine's already dead."

"She is?" Elijah's eyes widened just a hair.

"Yes," Selina said. "Stella killed her the same night Andria killed Elena's other two guardians."

"But Elena herself is all right?"

"Yeah," Selina nodded.

Just then, there was a derisive laugh. Selina and Elijah looked up to see Stella standing and clutching the wall with one hand and a glass of wine with the other. "Yes, Katerina Petrova's doppelganger is alive and well," she said. "But don't count on Selina allowing you to bring her to Klaus. Selina's decided that she doesn't want to save herself if Elena's going to die. She's too good a friend to do that."

"What is she saying?" Elijah asked.

Selina took a deep breath. "Elena and I have decided that we will let Klaus have his pick when he finally shows up. We don't want to have a repeat of Stella and Katerina's relationship. If we're going to die, we're going to die friends."

Elijah rolled his eyes. "You can't be serious." He looked at Stella. "Is she serious?"

"Unfortunately yes," Stella nodded. "Isn't it so sweet that it makes you ill just thinking about it?" she staggered into the room and collapsed beside Elijah on the couch.

"Indeed it does," Elijah said dryly, watching Stella for a moment. Then, he turned back to Selina. "It can't be like that," he said. "You're the one we want to save. You aren't even supposed to exist; at least not like this."

Selina stood up. "Well if I'm not supposed to exist, doesn't that make me expendable? Besides, I know the whole reason why you wanted to save me in the beginning was because I look like Andria, and Stella had a sick guilt trip going on about how she let Andria get hurt. Well now, Stella knows Andria's fine and she doesn't give a damn about me, so why the hell should it matter if I'm Klaus's victim or not?"

"It matters," Elijah said, "because I know for a fact that you are going to be Klaus's victim!"

"Oh, my god," Selina said. She put a hand on her forehead and swayed. "You're lying."

"Unfortunately, I'm not," he said, standing up to catch her just as she collapsed. "I told you on the phone that I think someone has betrayed us. Someone who swore to protect you has gone to side with Klaus and wants to bring you with him."

"Just before I came here, my husband was kidnapped," Selina told him. "And whoever kidnapped him left a note."

"Do you have the note?" Elijah asked. "If you do, I want to see it."

"No, I don't have it," Selina said. "I left it with Stefan back at the boardinghouse. He and Elena are helping me come up with a plan to get Damon free. But the note wouldn't have helped anyway; it was just a piece of paper with a bunch of lyrics from Phantom of the Opera on it. Stefan says they're from a song that the Phantom sings after he kidnaps the heroine's boyfriend, drags him down to the catacombs of Paris, and then tells the heroine that unless she forsakes her boyfriend and marries him, he'll kill the boyfriend."

"And just from that, do you have any idea who might've taken your husband?" Elijah asked.

Selina shook her head. "No. We don't know where he was taken either."

"That surprises me," Elijah said. "Given the scenario you've just told me, I would have thought that the identity of your husband's kidnapper would be obvious to you, and possibly the location where he's been hidden as well."

"Are you saying you know who took Damon?" Selina asked.

"Yes," Elijah nodded. "I got a note yesterday. He was very blunt about what he was going to do."

"Well, who sent it?" Selina asked. "The note I got didn't have a signature on it. And I can't believe whoever it is thinks that I'll fall in love with him just because he threatened Damon's life. It's probably just some human who fell in love with me at some point and wants vengeance on Damon. Boy, will he get a surprise when he finds out that Damon's a vampire."

"Actually," Elijah said, "I believe it will be Damon who will be getting the surprise."

Damon woke up on a cold metal table in a room resembling Frankenstein's laboratory. He sat up slowly, wincing at the horrible pain in his head. He felt it and discovered a bump on the back and, oddly enough, the feeling of stitches. He looked around and saw that he was alone in the room. Frowning, he eased himself off the table. As his feet hit the floor, he looked beside him and saw a piece of yellow paper flutter next to his shoes. He picked it up and read it over. It was a note.

I bet you're wondering why I brought you here. I just wanted to see my worthy adversary. Very worthy as a matter of fact. But don't think that means I'm giving up. I'm not. I've done all I can with you for now. You can leave. No one will try and stop you.

Scoffing, Damon crumpled up the note and threw it on the floor. It was good that no one was going to try and stop him from leaving. He needed to get home to Selina. She was probably worried sick about him and-suddenly, the pain hit. Groaning, he clutched his head but managed not to fall to the floor. Without knowing how he did it, he made it up a set of stairs and out of the house, feeling the same sharp, burning pain in his head all the while. What kept him going was knowing that the sooner he got out, the sooner he'd be able to get home to Selina and let her know she was in danger.

"Did you come up with anything?" Elena asked Stefan, who held the note in his hand. He turned it over again. "I think we were on to something when we were talking about the perpetrator being an ex of Selina's. Let's go through those again."

"But Selina went through them already and gave good reasons why it couldn't have been any of them!" Elena said.

"All right," Stefan sighed. "If we can't think of the person who did it, let's think of locations. Obviously, they wouldn't be at the Lockwood mansion because people live there. Doctor Stensrund's house?"

Elena shuddered. "If you want to check that place out, you can go by yourself. I'm never going there again!"

Stefan nodded. "All right, I'll go check it out. And we should probably have a look at all the other abandoned houses around here. It could be any of them."

"All of them?" Elena asked. "This is going to take quite awhile, isn't it?"

"But what else can we do?" Stefan asked. "If we had a location, this would be so much easier."

"Yeah," Elena nodded. "And if we knew who did the kidnapping, it would be even easier."

"But we don't," Stefan said. "So we'll just have to take a shot in the dark. If we don't do Doctor Stensrund's house tonight, would you want to come with me?"

"Sure," Elena said. "I'll just call home and tell Jenna or whoever answers that I'm going to be out for a little while longer."

He nodded and she returned a few minutes later. "We're all set," she said. "Let's go."

Just as they were about to head for the garage, there was a strong, persistent knocking at the front door. Elena opened it and screamed. Damon was on the other side. He was crying out and thrashing, clutching his head, unable to speak. Finally, he collapsed just inside the front door, unconscious.