PART THIRTY-FIVE

Sybil and the man hadn't noticed Damon, which Damon was grateful for especially since Sybil kept looking around like a crazy person. This was the second time that Damon had seen Sybil look so nervous. The first time had been when she had lost an expensive pair of earrings.

But from the looks of it, this time Sybil wasn't nervous about a pair of earrings. She was nervous about something else. It was during these times that Damon wished that he had some kind of super hearing.

The man next to Sybil look agitated and he seemed to be a few years older than Damon. Damon studied him and Sybil, if he wasn't feeling so disgusted, he would have though they made a handsome couple.

"What if the corpse is traced back to us," Sybil hissed loudly under her breath as she sipped on her Tequila sunrise. "Or what if she is still alive or what if-"

"Will you shut up," the man hissed. "The only thing that is going to ruin us is your stupid mouth, so do me a favor and stop talking. I know what I'm doing. They believed that my wife was killed by an intruder, am I right?"

Sybil looked like she wanted to argue, but for once she closed her mouth, but she still looked generally unhappy. The man left a few dollars bills on the counter and Damon pretended to be interested in eating the peanuts they always put in front of customers.

"Will you relax, Sybil everything will be fine. With this weather she will be dead soon enough. After this you and I will burn her body and all trace of evidence or DNA will be completely gone and it will be like none of this has happened. Now get some good nigh sleep, I will talk to you in the morning."

Damon watched as the man left and Sybil stayed at the bar drinking her tequila sunrise. She looked uncomfortable and scared. Damon had only seen her like that when he found out that she was cheating on him with Mason.

Damon had no idea who they were talking about, but was not comfortable with the "her" that they kept mentioning. He waiting until Sybil left a twenty dollar bill and started heading outside.

Sybil walked toward her car, a cute little mini cooper and she was opening her car door when Damon practically slammed it down to prevent her from opening the door. She jumped slightly. "Damon, what are you-"

"We need to talk." Damon said with a raised eyebrow. "Let's go, Sybil now."

Elena let out a sneeze as she shivered. It was cold. It was so damn cold. It wasn't even midnight yet and Elena knew it was just going to get colder as soon as dawn approached. Her baby seemed to shift inside her belly in nervousness and if Elena wasn't tied up at the moment she would have a pressed a hand on her belly to comfort her unborn child.

However, she was currently tied up and Elena had been trying to undo the knots for 45 minutes with little success. It seemed to grow even colder with each passing minute and Elena's whole body felt numb.

Don't fall asleep, she told herself as she repeated the mantra. If she felt asleep, she was a goner. At least she had read that in a book once, if she fell asleep when the temperatures were freezing cold she would never wake up.

Elena didn't know if that was true or not, but she didn't want to run the risk of it being true. Why would Sybil and Brian do this? It seemed like a such a silly reason, to get revenge on Damon and Brian's wife.

She thought about Damon, how before they got into this marriage of convenience the only time that he talked to her was when he ordered coffee. How times have change. Elena knew she sounded like a little old lady talking like this, but times had changed.

When she had still worked as Damon's secretary, she had thought that he was a real jerk. Now he knew how sweet and caring he could be. Damon. Elena couldn't believe that Damon now meant so much to her especially since they had been acting like cats and dogs before.

Elena's eyes welled up. What if no one found her? What if she died? What if no one found her body? She couldn't put her family through that. Elena tried to stir again, but the ropes around her arms and legs seemed to cut off her circulation.

She hobbled around like a turtle for fifteen minutes. The exit. She had to get to the exit. She knew that the door was locked, but if she could at least make it to the door then she could scream. Sybil and Brian had said that they left her in the middle of nowhere, but she still had to try. Maybe if she screamed hard enough.

With an air of determination, she forced herself to drag herself through the cold dirt floor towards the exit. She spit out a small amount of dirt that landed on her mouth. Her knees felt sore, but she continued trudging along.

By some miracle she managed to reach the door, she saw the shiny bright lock. Elena held her breath. "Help! Anybody help! Please!"

"Any word on Elena?" Stefan asked as he entered Katherine and Elijah's lavish home. Elijah was smoking a cigar and Katherine was on the couch playing with baby Nadia and cooing something to her in her native language.

Lexi and Caroline were playing a game of cards by the parlor. Apparently, all tensions between the two girls had loosened up and they could at the very least manage to be civil.

Katherine looked up and took a sip of her wine. "I personally think that all of you are exaggerating just a wee bit. Elena has only been gone for a few hours. Maybe she went to the spa. When I was pregnant my feet got so swollen I could barely walk."

"I don't think so," Caroline bit her lip. "I know Elena and she would never go anywhere without telling anyone first." Katherine looked doubtful, but didn't elaborate.

"Wherever she is I'm sure Damon will find her," Lexi put down a card. "Damon has an Elena radar built in him or something. If someone is going to find her, it's going to be him."

Elijah put down his cigar. "Well, let's just hope it was a mistake and nothing else."

"Where are we going?" Sybil demanded after a while. She and Damon had been driving away from Mystic Falls for the last 30 minutes and Damon still hadn't told her where they were going. "Damon, you have to tell me where you are taking me."

"I think it's time that you start talking Sybil," he said. "You're hiding something. I saw you at the bar. You looked nervous."

"You have no idea what-"

"You look nervous. You're talking with a strange man that I have never seen before and Elena is missing. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. You had something to do with it, didn't you Sybil?"

Sybil didn't say anything.

"You can either tell me or we can get the police involved." Damon tried not to show his frustration. "The choice is yours Sybil."

-End of Chapter Thirty-Five-