Gena woke up in a strange room. With tired hunter eyes, she looked around the room for anything suspicious. Her hands felt clothe and stuffing underneath her.
'I'm on a bed,' she thought.
And she was exhausted. Her body struggled to lift itself up, but she was too weak from the blood that Dante had taken from her. As she moved, she noticed her body was beaten and bruised on almost every part of her body. The worst was her neck, which was still crusty with blood, and her dislocated shoulder. With a few well placed pushes and grunts, she was able to move her shoulder back into his proper place. In her mind, she saw the left over images of her attack; Dante and Philip had taken their time beating her body, and they had left her on the bed to finish off what they had started. Gena didn't even want to think about what they had planned to do with her next.
She knew she was too weak to try and escape, but there was something that made her strong. Her mind searched for any other humane soul in the prison. Then, she could see Gavin; he was in some sort of dungeon and was being whipped by Philip. But, there was another person as well. Will was there. He had sensed Gena and had tried to warn her about the oncoming attack but was too late. Dante had him against a wall and was placing an iron brand into his skin; Gena could smell the singed flesh from her room. Meredith was in the same place…somewhere. She couldn't pinpoint where she was located; something was blocking the signal. With the rest of her sense, she tried to contact Bonnie and found that she had escaped and was safe with Elena.
Gena could feel anger building up inside her. She could sense a guard outside of the door and he was human.
'Katherine is really stupid,' she thought as she jumped out of bed and knocked over a light.
The man walked into the room with a gun and stake. He searched the room until her felt a grip on his neck from the women behind him. Gena sank her teeth in and drank every last drop of the man's blood. She didn't care that she killed him; if you work for someone like Katherine, you deserve to die. The new blood stirred in her body and started to heal some of her wounds, although some would take longer than others. The lifeless body in her arms slumped to the ground as she turned to leave the room and go towards her destiny.
Stefan and Damon made their way towards the room where Gena was being held. Before they could make it down the hall, the brothers saw their sister open the door and walk out with a sense of authority neither of them had seen before.
"Let's go," she said and continued on her way.
They both could see the bruises on her body and the hurt that screamed out in her mind, but she wasn't going to let her friends down because they needed her.
"They're downstairs," she said.
As the trio entered the dungeon, they saw four guards protecting the entrance. The three vampires tore through the soldiers, with Gena taking care of two on her own. With a swift kick, the door opened with a snap and the play from Gena's mind was visible. Dante was kicking Will, as he was curled up and burnt on the ground. Her brothers watched as she reached over to pick up Dante. The look on his face was priceless as she held him up high against the stone wall.
"You may have broken my body, but you will NEVER have ME!"
She drank from him fiercely, ripping his neck; the rage taking over. All the years of hatred released in that single moment. Gena then moved over to the brand and put it through Dante's chest to hold him up on the wall, but then she saw his knife. With trembling hands she picked it up and looked at it; it was the same knife that had ended her life so many years ago. With little hesitation, she lifted the knife and drove it straight into his heart. She stumbled back and dropped the bloody knife as Dante screamed out in pain.
Then she turned her attention to Philip, who tried to run in the other direction. Stefan and Damon caught him before he was able to make his escape. Damon grabbed by the collar and looked straight into the young vampire's eyes with dead certainty.
"Don't ever touch my sister."
Together, the brothers threw him against a wall, which happened to be lined with spikes for torture. With two out of three foes defeated, Stefan looked at his sister a strange look; he had never seen her so out of control.
'It's done,' she told herself.
Gena bent down to Will and unlocked the shackles around his wrists and ankles. The motion itself meant freedom, but it was more meaningful for the two as they sat briefly together. They had finally beaten the man who had made them what they were, and in a way, had come to peace with their current status.
Remembering Gavin, she ran over to his bloodied body corner. With little effort, she also removed his chains and threw them aside. She took a long look at him; his eyes were puffy and swollen shut and there were some bad bruises on his body. Gena didn't need to look at the whip marks to know he was in pain.
"I'm sorry," she said with tears in her eyes.
"It's not your fault," he replied through swollen lips.
"Damon, where are you going," Stefan yelled as the eldest vampire ran down a hall.
The remaining siblings looked at each other and nodded in reply. They moved down the hall, following their brother's footsteps knowing where he was going to; to Meredith.