Prologue
She had no idea she had even fallen asleep until she was chucked violently off of her delectably soft 1500 thread count egyptian cotton sheets and landed on the ceiling with a thump.
Wait...
The ceiling?
Yes, the ceiling!
It was all happening in slow motion. She could see it all so clearly. First, the lace trimmed lamp rolled off of her night stand and slapped against her arm. Seconds later followed her armoire, as it slammed into her stomach and rested its weight there maliciously. Her bed was next, falling on top of her armoire, all of them adding ridiculous pressure atop her petite figure and and crushing her harshly as her mind fell into an oblivion of her surroundings. One by one, she watched as objects in the room she had come to know so well fall on top of her cruelly. She couldn't see. She couldn't think. The pain felt like a dream.
She was barely holding on.
That's when she heard the screams. Men screaming. Pounding noises of all kinds. Her head was beaten dangerously, she could feel the blood pour out and drip stickily through her hair and across her face.
She didn't know how many gashes she had. She didn't know how deep they sliced through. She couldn't check, but she knew. It was all coming to an end.
Pain. Noises. Confusion.
She heard someone approach her. She couldn't make out the person's facial features or figure out who it was, but she somehow knew that she wasn't safe. After spending the last three years of her life being protected and told that everything was done for her safety, she had finally been exposed to danger. She felt the person's arms wrap around her and lift, releasing her from her heavy prison. Large sized muscles flexed against her delicate arm and she knew it was a man carrying her. She was vaguely aware of her head as it lolled back lifelessly. She felt as though needles were pricking her everywhere, sticking themselves into every pore in her body, and it became harder and harder to give her lungs air. The man was moving. She was moving. He was carrying her somewhere.
She gathered the last of her air to scream, but no sound came out. Instead, her heart grew tired of pumping blood through her crushed veins, damaged arteries, and pummeled skin.
Elena Gilbert's eyelashes fluttered silently closed and she finally found her peace, away from the pain.
