I wish I had a way to keep track of the days around here. Considering my confinement I have made sure to work on my exercise and some of my fighting (which unfortunately isn't much). Unfortunately I've never been able to punch through brick or stone either.
You never have super strength or expert karate when you want it.
Not to mention that aside from the pencil that I found under the bed. Even with- say, a spoon, fork or a knife I can't exactly shovel/dig my way out. The floor is cement, so, that means no fun escape tunnels.
Today was, on a show of hands, both hands . . The tenth time that I've been tied to a chair within the span of two days. Damon in particular has been becoming more aggressive with his questions and advances. If I could get away with stabbing him and not being killed me instantly then I would be all for it. Except that I don't fancy dying with his blood in my system. No thank you.
Bonnie seems to be getting increasingly uncomfortable around me, or perhaps she's uncomfortable because of the Salvatores?Then, Caroline I believe is not even allowed to come here right now. My cousin 'brother' has been pleading my case to both of them. I'm assuming that he notices something has been amiss in this situation.
However, it doesn't seem to be doing me any good. So, here I am tied to a chair in the middle of the Salvatore living room (for the first time considering I have been kept in the cell) and here we go with the interrogations. This time is different though.
They occasionally bring in Bonnie or Jeremy separately. Today is the first time that almost everyone seems to be gathered. Which is something, all things considered.
Alaric had been frozen at the door, blinking at me - looking remarkably unsure of what to do. He looked bothered and quite confused.
"Rick." Damon snaps in annoyance as he looks to the history teacher in confusion. He is allowed in the house after all. "What are you waiting for? Get in here we're having a meeting."
"Right. Yeah, I'm here." Alaric says, sounding much more unsure of himself then I ever imagined him to be. "Uh, why is she all tied up?"
I quip with false cheer, not that they could tell the difference anyways. Chances are they think that I've went a little bit crazy. That would be something that I could work with. "Because, I get to play hostage Ricky."
Stefan sighs and rubs his temples in annoyance as he looks at me. "You're not a hostage Elena."
I snort as I wiggle my wrists, causing the rope to scrape roughly against my skin, burning and tearing at it. The feeling of rope breaking my skin isn't so unfamiliar anymore, it makes my hands fall asleep and go numb. From lack of blood and all that. However I would care even less if Damon would stop forcing his fucking blood down my throat every chance he gets.
After the first game of 'tie up Elena' at least once a day Damon will tie me to this damn thing for something. My guess is that it's because after, when my skin breaks and tears open he can find a way to justify forcing his blood down my throat and touching me.
"You're so innocent Steffy. If I wasn't a hostage then I wouldn't be -- I don't know - tied to a chair?" I quip and roll my eyes, a smirk tugging on my lips despite how much I wish I could kill them both. But mostly Damon. "But, nice try on the good cop thing. I much prefer straightforwardness myself."
It is ironic that I got myself into this mess because of a lie though. Theoretically I should just admit that I lied, but I don't want them to know about it. Not to mention they would be just as pissed that I preferred my previous kidnapper to them. This isn't fun per say, as a matter of fact it's been making me increasingly uncomfortable and giving me the strongest urge to kill I've ever had.
The reason for that has went from being just because of Damon to also including Stefan more recently. They both don't seem to understand clear boundaries.
"Shut up Elena. We're trying to keep you safe." Damon snaps at me with a snarl, prompting me to raise an unamused eyebrow.
Chuckling darkly I shake my head at him and then sneer. "Damon, Damon. You must be outta your god dammed mind if you think any of the shit you and Stefan are doing is keeping me safe. Elijah didn't kidnap me."
Within seconds Damon's hand is around my neck and his face is incredibly close to mine. I force myself to stay relaxed as I look at him in the eye. Honestly, I'm just lucky I haven't lost the tiny bit of vervain in that fucking necklace.
"Damon." I hear Alaric snarl out sharply with a hint of steel in his town, a dark glare on his face as I glance at him from the corner of my eye. "Release her. Now."
Perhaps it was how it was stated as an order and not a suggestion but Damon's hand tightened for a moment as if Alaric frightened him. In response Damon turns towards him a moment and damn near snarls at him before roughly releasing my neck and taking two steps back.
Through gritted teeth he asks me angrily. "I thought you said that you 'weren't' fucking kidnaped Elena?"
Okay, I guess I told them anyway. I was correct about them being pissed off though. Which isn't much of a surprise actually.
"Because I wasn't." Leaves my mouth flatly as I roll my eyes and wiggle my uncirculated hands, causing the skin to break and me to grit my teeth as I bite back a sound of pain. "Elijah's a bit uptight but he's not bad. He's kind of a softy and occasionally a push over. Though he can be a tinny bit on the stiff side - no pun intended. But he's not bad. A wee bit misguided considering that his brother lied to him about disposing of his siblings but, everyone has their flaws yeah?"
"And how would you know that the brother lied?" Alaric asks with a confused frown. "Considering that you've never meet him, lo-." Then he coughs.
Ahh, someone is borrowing someone else's body. Such a naughty, naughty hybrid.
"Are you getting sick Rick?" Bonnie asks the 'teacher' with a frown of concern.
Jeremy watches me anxiously, his hands balled into fists as he sits on the couch. Poor little Jeremy.
Alaric promptly shakes his head. "Uh, no, no. Just uh. ."
"Bored?" I suggest with a yawn. "Day dreaming? Annoyed? Possessed? Drugged? Sleepy? Uhh. . Hammered?"
The not Alaric in question rolls his eyes. "It's been a long day."
I pout and playfully quip. "Of course it has. Poor, poor little Ricky rick. How sad thou ist."
"Enough games Elena." Damon growls, looking ready to attack me again as Stefan appears in front of him and shakes his head.
Stefan sighs and lowers himself towards me, looking at me gently. Ugh. "Elena, you need to tell us everything you remember okay? We just want to help."
Unable to stop myself I chuckle without amusement as I look at him mockingly. "You're such a bad liar Mr. Ripper. If you wanted to help me so god fuckin much I wouldn't be tied to a chair. Honestly, I can't wait until Niklaus comes.. I'll kiss him and then he can fucking sacrifice me because he'll at least be enjoyable to be around."
"Do you not understand that you will die?" Damon snaps at me angrily.
My new brother and Bonnie both look incredibly lost and confused, or perhaps it's more cautiousness then confused. Alaric on the other hand seems to be holding himself in place by shear will, he looks one bad word away from slaughtering everyone in the room. A wee bit psychotic.
"But - Elena, they just want to help you. They say you're a danger to yourself." Bonnie says unsure of herself as she bites her lip nervously. "That you're compelled to be like this."
To be honest she looks like she would rather be anywhere but here right now. Not that I blame her. But I think the Salvatore's have her a bit fearful of how to get herself and others out of this situation safely.
"Oh my fucking god." I mutter angrily under my breath as I glare at both Salvatore's and snarl. "If I ever get out of here I'll fucking beat your asses. I don't care if I have to call on Arcadius himself or if I have to fucking marry Kol or kiss kai or even die a million fucking painful deaths. Somehow I will hurt you. Have you been telling them that your inappropriate touchings of me have been wanted as well? Hmm? Did you convince them that you don't force blood down my throat after I don't cooperate?"
Bonnies eyes go wide and Jeremy looks absolutely horrified. Stefan stands stiffly and Damon looks down right murderous. I don't even bother to glance at Rick, I'm too angry. It wasn't long before Damon retaliated, perhaps a second or two. His hand smacks across my face, snapping it to the side with a resounding snap.
I feel the blood rush inside of my mouth and I spit it on the floor beside the chair. Not long after Stefan has slammed Damon against the wall and they are arguing quietly. Bonnie and Jeremy seem to be frozen in horror as they look at me with wide eyes. Taking a deep breath I look up, gathering more of the blood from my mouth and spiting it on the floor.
"Iron is not in my top fives when it comes to yummy stuff." I mutter quietly as I feel a wave of dizziness hit me. "Ugh, I would kill for some cherry cheesecake right now or some chocolate lava cake. Though Dango sounds fucking amazing too."
Perhaps it's from the blood loss or the sharpness of Damon's hit. I am surprised that I didn't notice that my wrists were bleeding sooner. How long have I been bleeding I wonder?
"Elena." I hear Jeremy say worriedly as he comes towards the chair.
I crack a small smile at him, or at least I think it's a small. "Jere. Lovely seeing you here." I quip with a little laugh.
Apparently the laugh wasn't good enough because Bonnie is behind me trying to undo the ropes. "Alaric. Help me get her out ..please?" The witch says quietly, a quiver in her voice can be heard.
"No way witchy." Damon says angrily as I feel his hands instantly on the ropes as he yanks the ropes and ties them tighter. I hold back a groan of pain as my vision spins. "Stay back Rick."
Fuck me. This shit sucks. "Jeremy." I say weakly. "Back up, I'm gonna be clumsy."
"No." Damon snaps as his face is suddenly on my shoulder causing my head to loll to the side.
Lifting my eyes I see that Jeremy has backed up a bit, through my dizziness I would say that he's worried so I give him a tiny smirk. But, I doubt that will help him much. My arms have been bound tightly for far too long and the circulation has been cut off for more then two hours, meaning that it's a bit dangerous if I were to try and use my muscles to break the ropes.
He's moved himself towards the front of the chair now. Damon's hand is in my hair, causing me to stiffen for a moment before I force myself to relax. Behind me Bonnie is arguing with Stefan and shortly after my new little brother is as well. As Damon lowers himself towards me I vaguely see his face, quickly I kick my legs out, wrap them around his and quickly move my head forward to hit him in the nose with my forehead. A crack is heard.
"Fuck." He snaps, his hand covering up his nose as me and the chair topple over on top of him.
"Omph." Escapes my lips as I land on the floor uncomfortably beside him.
Unfortunately it did not break the damned chair.
"Bitch." Damon snaps at me and then he is suddenly clutching his head and glaring daggers behind me, probably at Bonnie. "Witch." He snaps as a groan of pain escapes his lips. "If you don't stop I will kill you."
"She is my friend." Bonnie snaps angrily, although I can't see her I imagine she's giving both Salvatore's a pissed off look. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
It wasn't long after that, that I blacked out. Perhaps from blood loss, from being malnourished or maybe the hit was a little harder then I thought. The next morning I woke up with my wrists wrapped in bandages that still had blood on them, a glass of water and a small plate of food on the night stand. Though, I was still in the cell.
Perhaps Bonnie was able to keep him from forcing his blood down my throat yesterday or someone else had stopped it. I let out a sigh of relief when I realize that no Salvatore's were lurking around in their dark dungeon. I figure that now is hopefully the best time to use the hairpin I found and preform a jailbreak. If only I had noticed it sooner I could've been away from them.
--
After Niklaus left the boarding house that afternoon he was downright pissed, however he was also unwilling to blow his cover at this moment. The witch could be an ally or an enemy very easily, she could also be both. The young woman he must sacrifice seems to be an enigma, it was like she knew he was there in a way. She was also witty and brave. Not once did she plead to be freed. Anger, he could practically taste her anger before she hide it behind a mask.
Though, he would never admit the amount of anger he felt as well while knowing that the Salvatore's have been harming and touching his doppelgänger. She is his. Especially in the sense that she has volunteered for him to sacrifice her, without fear. No, he would treat her well. When he arrived at the teachers place where he had Katerina he was feeling quite violent.
"Tough day." She asks him through gritted teeth as he sees her stab herself in the leg again.
Klaus' eyes settle on her for a moment before glancing at Greta. "Contact your family. We are in need of hosting a break out. Katherine, stop stabbing yourself."
The doppelgänger on the couch snorts and quickly tosses the knife at the wall where it connects. "Don't you mean a kidnapping?"
"No love, I mean a break out. Those Salvatore's have seemingly taken the Elena Gilbert in as a hostage."
The female vampire freezes and looks at him wide eyed. "You're joking."
"Oh no." He replies grimly as he shakes his head. "I don't joke, love. They shall be lucky if they live through it. I must contact my brother."