I'm so sorry for not updating any other stories, but if you've read my profile, then you might have understood that all of them are on hold but Yours. So, I looked over my fics and realized that I have no kidnapping stories, like, made from scratch. I dunno why, but Becky wasn't answering me (I'm not mad, she must have exams), but I asked Amy and she said okay, and poof! A new beta for me. But I'm not abandoning Becky.

This fic is DE and is a mildly dark story (AH). Don't read if you don't like bipolar Damon.

Read on, fellow fan-fiction-ers!

Chapter 1

Elena Gilbert burst in through the front door of her house with a pile of grocery bags hooked to her arms. She finally relieved herself of the weight by gently placing them onto the kitchen counter, and sighed from exhaustion.

"I'm home!" She yelled, peering around the corner to see if anyone was present. Her father, John, sat lazily on the couch reading a newspaper. Elena tip-toed towards him and threw her arms around his neck, ignoring the tearing sound the newspaper made. John didn't bat an eyelash. He had never been fearful, at least not since the accident.

Elena sighed sadly, a wave of nostalgia hitting over her as she remembered the story her parents used to tell her. Her mother Isobel had been saved by John when some thug had attacked her. She had fallen in love with him the instant he had got her to safety. Time flew by, they had kids, the kids grew up, and one day, when Elena was 16, her mother disappeared without a trace.

"Elena," John sungsong, "It isn't naptime."

"Oh!" She released her hands from his neck. "Sorry, have you seen Jeremy?"

John knew exactly why Elena was asking. "In his room, of course. Present time came early this year?"

However, Elena was already climbing up the stairs quickly as she rushed to her room, taking a deep breath as she found herself drinking in the comfort, nostalgia and happiness that this room had brought her. She had always felt good in there. She smiled and knelt down, grabbing a box from under her bed. It was an early Christmas present for Jeremy. Today was, fortunately, the first day of Christmas vacation, so Elena thought that she should give Jeremy his gift earlier this year.

Setting a truly genuine smile on her face, Elena entered Jeremy's room. However, her smile was quickly wiped off and the box clattered to the floor.

"Why the hell are you watching porn?!" She ripped the earphones off his head and slapped him. Hard.

As she looked around the room in disbelief as she saw countless bottles of alcohol and boxes of cigarettes which were scattered on the floor 's breath stunk of alcohol and his eyes were red-rimmed, filled with lust. Elena was disgusted.

"I can explain!" He protested.

"What, huh? What will you explain? I even kept Vicki's pregnancy secret to Dad! But-this?" Elena snarled, "Just watch how I ruin your life."

Jeremy looked close to tears. "Elena, it was an accident, please, I swear to God, I won't do anything again."

"Sorry, Jer, but the time has passed." Elena said coldly, "Dad! Get up here."

A few minutes later John came into the bedroom and frowned disappointedly when he saw the scene. "Jeremy, don't tell me this is what it looks like."

"Well, it is!" Elena screamed, her emotions getting to the best of her. "He even got Vicki Donovan pregnant. I didn't tell you so Jeremy wouldn't be blamed. Vicki had her kid a month ago, but Jeremy didn't care about her or the child, so she put it up for adoption."

John sighed. "Young man, you and I are going for a drive. And Elena, I'll be sure to deal with you later." Once again John took a look at Elena and swiftly walked out of the room, with a shameful Jeremy following.

Elena began picking up the mess in the room. Along with more cigarettes and DVDs was a pair of panties shoved into a bottle of beer. She held it away from her with a sick expression on her face. As for the DVDs, she had no intention to see what was on them.

[…]

Elena was in the bathroom brushing her hair when she heard her phone ring from outside. She was still worried about Jeremy as she tried to convince herself that telling John was the right thing to do. Sighing, she walked out and picked it up, walking back to the bathroom.

"Hey, Bonnie." She sighed.

"Elena, I don't know how to tell you this but…"

"What's going on, Bon? You seem worried."

"Do you have a minute so that we can meet up? I want to get this out but I don't want to do it on the phone."

"I'm actually a bit busy right now," Elena said, "You can tell me, Bonnie. What's going on?"

She heard Bonnie take a deep breath. "I…I k-kinda s-slept with J-Jeremy."

Elena's breath caught in her throat as she forced the word out, "W-What?" What the hell was going on? It seemed like everybody was going crazy in a span of minutes.

"Relax, girl, I'm not pregnant or anything. It was just some…drunken fun with him, and it turned into sex."

"Oh, Bon. We caught him doing really bad stuff." She heard Bonnie gasping.

"What did he do?"

"I don't think you'd want to know," Elena sighed. "I have to go, Bon. I'll talk to you later…"

"Elena…I'm sorry…I must've startled you."

"I'm fine, Bon. Talk to you later. Bye," Elena said as she continue to brush her hair in desperation.

[…]

At around nine o'clock, when Elena was changing into her night clothes after dinner, she heard the a knock on the front door from downstairs.

That must be John and Jeremy, She thought. It wasn't rare for John to forget his key. She darted down the stairs but her pace slowed immediately when she saw a tall, handsome man in front of her.

He was like nothing she'd ever seen. The eyes that suited his pale skin were an oceanic, icy blue and raven black hair framed his face perfectly. His lips curved up into a 'u' shape. His jawbone was firm and he stood in a cocky, however confident manner.

He smirked. "So, you must be the beautiful Elena Gilbert I've heard about. Where's your father?" Elena cringed away, uncomfortable of his eyes boring through her, especially because she was wearing only a tank top and shorts.

"Who the hell are you?" She took a few steps back when he attempted to move closer towards her. "How did you get in?"

"My name is Damon Salvatore, nice to meet you." Damon scratched his head. "The rest of the information…I'm not sure I want to tell you until you're with me."

"What do you mean?" Elena's eyes widened as she slowly started to back away from him, ready to run and scream if she had to.

"I mean, kidnap you, of course. I'm the kind of man who takes what he wants." Elena's heart skipped a beat. This-this man wanted to take her away from her home, kidnap her. She felt sweat covering her forehead and her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes darted around the room to find the nearest escape route but her legs stuck on the ground. These kind of things only happened in movies!

"Stay away from me." She breathed out, trying to reassure herself that her father would come home right at that moment and would do something to help her. But she knew the odds weren't in her favor.

"Stefan, Klaus!" Damon called. Two men appeared from behind with their guns aimed at Elena.

"No, please, take our money, but not-not me!"

"Now, are you coming with or do I have to escort you to my car?" Damon stepped towards her, yet her feet stayed stuck in the same position, wobbling like crazy. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and gripped her chin harshly. "Answer me!"

"I'm not coming anywhere with you." That was when Elena remembered her phone in the bathroom upstairs. She made her decision in the snap of a finger.

And she ran like hell.

What happened next was a blur of events. Just as Elena reached halfway up the stairs, the sound of gunshots rang in her head, and realized it was her who had been shot. She sunk to the floor screaming and clutching her side as blood began seeping from the wound. Damon swore loudly, and started to make his way towards her. However, Elena found the will to keep moving and stood up, continuing her run. Unfortunately, her vision began blurring and she staggered in the direction of the bathroom, bursting into tears as soon as she had the door locked.

"Elena! Open the fucking door this instant or I'll break it down!" Her index finger struggled to dial John's number on her phone as the door was banged ruthlessly. The phone rang once, twice, thrice, and then went onto voicemail.

"Daddy…" Was the only breathless word Elena could speak before the door crashed open and she went black. The last thing she felt was cool hands lifting her higher and higher, and then pure bliss enveloped her in her unconscious state.

[…]

As John and Jeremy parked their car on the driveway, John took out his phone to check the time. It was then that he found the voicemail from Elena.

"Daddy…" They heard Elena's voice, and instinctively John looked at the door. Blood. There was wet blood everywhere.

"Elena!" He yelled, barging in. More blood covered the floor and Jeremy froze.

"Dad, where is she?" Jeremy ran up the stairs and checked Elena's room, his room, and when he got to the bathroom, he couldn't believe what he saw. The door had been broken down. Elena's phone lay in the huge puddle of blood inside and tears started streaming down his face. "Elena!"

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The word was screaming in his head: Kidnapping. He felt panic overwhelm him at the thought of his sister at someone else's mercy.

"No…" John gasped, "No!"

They just hoped that wherever she was, they could get to her before they hurt her.

I'm just putting this story out for a trial run, so please let me know how you like it. Thanks Amy (LiveBreatheVampires) for proofreading it since I haven't really heard from Becky these days.

Have a good day!