Ugh... I don't know what to think about this chapter! I'm both super-excited and totally not... because as far as I'm concerned, Elijah is the best thing that ever happened to TVD :P and I never think that I do him justice! Oh well... I hope you like it! This chapter is long, so prepare... Here you go guys, FINALLY the chapter we've all been waiting for!

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There were sounds echoing throughout the house. Someone else was coming.

Whoever this person was, Rose and her partner were terrified. I hadn't sensed Rose's fear before, but now I felt it sipper through the air spreading out like a spiders web filling up the whole room. As if my own fear wasn't enough, now I had these two to deal with as well. Closing my eyes, I tried to take as slow and steady breaths as I could as not to pass out. It was overwhelming.

Elena picked up on it too, even without supernatural powers. ''You're scared,'' she breathed, like she couldn't believe it.

Rose looked over at us, before turning back to her friend. ''Stay her with her. And don't make a sound.'' She scurried up the stairs, her heels echoing against the floor. And she told him to keep quiet...

''Hey, wait!'' I exclaimed. ''Who's... who's Elijah?''

Rose looked at me sternly. She was nervous, though. She couldn't cover that up. Even from this distance, I could see her bottom lip tremble as she said:

''He's your worst nightmare.''


Click. Click.

I could hear Rose's heels. Her footsteps were coming closer and closer, and it was as if each step sent a loud thud vibrating throughout my body.

''Elena?'' I croaked, not knowing what to do. I stood up next to her.

''We'll be fine,'' she persisted, slightly comforting. ''Don't worry.''

She sounded like she was used to encouraging people, or herself, like this. She came off as so convinced that she almost had me all the way with her too.

''I don't know what to do...'' I began, but Trevor hushed at me and threw me a glare that made me close my mouth immediately.

Then a man appeared in the doorway above the stairs, and it was like everyone stopped breathing.

I would be lying if I didn't say that he was handsome. He was. Wearing a dark suit, shirt and tie, he looked very much out of place in this trashed and old room. His dark hairstyle looked like something out of an old film, but every hair was impeccably placed and he looked stylish from top to bottom. However, the fact that this man most likely was Elijah clouded all that, and the fear that spread across the room and etched itself on me made me forget all about his appearance.

To my right, I could hear Elena's heavy breathing. Now I could feel how scared she was. The fear of everyone else in the room mixed with my own was making it impossible to tell what I was really feeling.

In the blink of an eye, the man had moved from the top of the stairs to just mere inches from Elena. I let out a practically inaudible yelp and I think my heart skipped a beat. That didn't just happened, it didn't... he wasn't like Caroline, this couldn't happen again, could it?

He towered over Elena's trembling form and stared at her. And then he leaned in to her neck and sniffed.

''Human. It's impossible.'' His voice was calm and low, and it was his voice that told his emotion, while his face was completely blank. He seemed intrigued, almost... in awe? ''Hello there,'' he continued, a small smile playing on his lips, not letting his eyes drift from her for as much as a second.

I stared at the scene that was taking place before me. I felt completely lost and at a loss for words, thoughts, everything except the emotions that everyone else in the room was feeling. Everything but Elijah, I couldn't get anything off of him – meaning that he was in absolute control and knew exactly what he was doing.

''We have a long journey ahead of us. We should be going.'' Elijah went to grab Elena's arm but she yelled in protest.

''Please, don't let him take me,'' Elena begged Rose, tears forming in her eyes. Rose shook her head, avoiding any eye contact. She looked embarrassed and sad when Elena's shaky voice pleaded her for help, but she didn't do anything. This exchange that was supposed to happen, it was important to her... to her and Trevor. But why?

I felt like such a bystander, like I wasn't really there, but just watching through a screen. Elijah hadn't even acknowledged my presence – and I supposed that I should be glad – but it also made me feel indispensable. I didn't know what they would to do me eventually, and it scared the living hell out of me.

''One last piece of business. Then we're done.'' Elijah said, not taking his eyes of Elena for longer than he needed to. He backed away and walked up to Trevor, who's eyes darted back and forth between Elijah and the floor nervously.

''I've waited so long for this day, Elijah. I'm truly, very sorry.'' Trevor took a deep breath.

''Oh, no, your apology is not necessary.'' Elijah was strolling casually around him. I don't know why, but I had a bad feeling about this. It was like watching a predator circling in on its prey. I didn't like it, not one bit. And this is knowing that Trevor had kidnapped Elena and I just... I still had no idea how long ago. And now I was feeling sorry for him.

''Yes. Yes, it is.'' Trevor paused hesitantly. ''You trusted me with Katerina and I failed you.''

''Well, yes, you are the guilty one,'' Elijah said and looked up at Rose who was still standing in the stairs. ''And Rose aided you because she was loyal to you. That I honour.''

He then stopped right in front of Trevor. ''Where was your loyalty?''

It was like the ambiance in the room took a u-turn – and crashed into a wall. If things had been tense before, I wouldn't know what to call this. My gut was telling me more than ever, to get out of there, because I knew something bad was about to go down. If Elijah was like Caroline, then I wouldn't underestimate him.

For a second, Trevor looked confused at Elijah's choice of words. ''I beg your forgiveness'', he quavered.

Elijah just looked at him. ''So granted.''

Then he punched him from the side and tore his head clean off.

I had to grab the back of the couch for support. Maybe it was because I felt Rose's feelings too, that I felt like dying. Her pain ripped through me and it was like I'd been cut clean in half. My scream mixed with the heart wrenching one of Rose. ''You-''

Elijah turned to Rose, who stood bent over, clutching her body. He seemed completely oblivious to all the blood on his hands and sleeves. ''Don't Rose,'' he said calmly. ''Now that you are free.'' His voice was so soaked in... nonchalance, like he didn't care that he just killed someone. Like he didn't care about anything. I fought the urge to collapse on the floor and throw up.

Elijah brought his attention back to Elena. ''Come.''

I didn't know if I should say something – and even if I should, I couldn't. But I couldn't just watch him take Elena away to god knows where.

''Elena...'' I mumbled, trying to reach out.

''Don't worry,'' she panted, but she didn't sound like she even believed it herself.

Up until now, Elijah hadn't given me as much as a glimpse, but when he heard my voice he must've realised that he probably should deal with me too. However he would. And after what I'd just seen him do, I prepared myself for a screening of my life flashing by.

''What is your name?'' he asked, and when he took a step towards me I took a step back. He smiled, knowing that he frightened me.

I didn't dare to keep my mouth shut. ''Evangeline,'' I replied, keeping my eyes on him. It was so hard to stay on my feet, with everyone's feelings weighing me down.

''Evangeline... My name is Elijah,'' he greeted, surprisingly polite. That seemed to be his thing, somehow. He was polished... but brutal.

''I don't know why I'm here.''

''Oh, I am here for Elena. You, I believe, are somewhat of a... nuisance.''

He walked up to me, and I backed away frantically, until I managed to trip over something and fall backwards with a loud thud. I hissed upon feeling a sharp pain in my hand, and when I looked down I realised that I'd scratched it on an old wooden board. It was bleeding, but not much. I knew those heels were a bad idea.

''Get up.'' He sounded impatient.

I scrambled to my feet. I blinked, and then all of a sudden he was right in front of me.

''H-how?'' I choked.

His dark eyes pierced mine intently. He didn't look away, and I couldn't for the life of me understand what he was doing. It was like that thing Stefan and his brother had tried before.

''W-what are you doing?'' I stammered.

''Are you on vervain?'' he demanded. ''Tell me.''

''I-I don't...''

''Yes, she is!'' Elena suddenly cried from her place by the couch. ''She's on vervain. She's been drinking it.''

Elijah raised his brow at her. He turned his gaze towards the ceiling, like he was pondering something. Then, he gently grabbed my scratched hand and put his finger on the wound.

Out of pure instinct, I protested loudly when my hand came in contact with his. He frowned at me and I retracted my hand quickly. He kept looking at me with a strange look in his eyes, and then he... he put his fingertip in his mouth. As if he was... as if he was tasting my blood.

I didn't know if I'd transferred anything onto him when our hands touched, but if I'd touched him now all he'd feel was an extreme nausea. Everything about Caroline was coming back to me, and all I could think was: it can't happen again. He was like her, he must be. How else would he be able to move so fast? And why would he taste the blood from my hand?

He looked taken aback. ''Your blood...'' He paused, his eyes dark. ''You are not on vervain.'' He seemed intrigued and studied me intently. ''What are you?''

I swallowed nervously, hurting my dry throat. I didn't know what to answer. I mean, I knew that I shouldn't tell him anything, but at the same time, I didn't even know what I was.

''What are you?'' he repeated his question, His mouth was pressed in a thin line, and while he didn't sound angry, somehow that feeling was what struck me anyways.

For a second, all I did was stare at him. I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I was completely terrified but somehow in awe at the same time. But I couldn't escape the thought that I was a meal to him if he wanted to.

''Evangeline,'' Elena's voice cracked, ''don't tell him.''

Stefan must've told her something. Whatever it was he thought he knew, at least. To the best of my knowledge, he didn't know a thing.

Elijah advanced on me again, and this time I didn't have any room to back up. He looked down on me menacingly. ''You are not a vampire. Why can't you be compelled?''

If I had any doubts before, his words pretty much confirmed the fact that he was like Caroline. Otherwise he wouldn't talk about it so bluntly, there's no way.

''I don't even know what compelling is, okay?'' I exclaimed, the nervous, frightened and frustrated bubble inside me finally burst.

''What is she doing here, really?'' Elijah turned to Rose, jaw clenched.

I let out a relieved breath when he stepped away from me, and glanced past him at Rose who was still in the same place as before. She shook her head, biting her lip. ''She was an accident.''

''Really?'' Elijah questioned. ''You know, as far as accidents go, she is a particularly interesting one.'' He turned his eyes back at me. ''But I am not here for you. Elena, dear, come.''

Elena looked from me to Rose and then to Elijah with panic-struck eyes. ''Wait! W-what about the moonstone?''

Elijah stopped suddenly in his tracks, frowning at her. ''What do you know about the moonstone?''

''I know that you need it. A-and I know where it is.''

He raised his brow at her, waiting for her to continue. ''Yes?''

''I can help you get it.''

''Tell me where it is,'' he said simply.

''It doesn't work that way,'' she shook her head firmly.

''Are you negotiating with me?'' he sighed, sounding like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Turning to Rose, expecting an explanation.

She stared back at him, her eyes empty. I noticed how she kept herself in the exact place, close to Trevor's body, but she never as much as glanced at him. ''It's the first I've heard of it.''

He looked deep into her eyes, his pupils dilating like before. Then he looked down at the necklace hanging around her neck.

''What is this vervain doing around your neck...'' he mumbled and tore it off, after which he grabbed her forcefully by the head and forced her to look into his eyes. ''Tell me where the moonstone is.''

''Elena!'' I exclaimed in horror. Elijah raised his free hand and hushed me. I had no idea what they were talking about, but it was obviously important.

''In the tomb underneath the church ruins,'' she breathed robotically.

''What is it doing there?''

''It's with Katherine.''

''What is darling Evangeline over here?'' he murmured and put a stray strand of hair behind Elena's ear gently.

''I don't know.'' Elijah didn't look too happy with this fact.

Then some glass was heard breaking somewhere in the house. Elijah's head immediately snapped up, and he kept his head high, listening. ''What is that?'' he snapped.

''I don't know,'' Rose replied, her face glistening with tears.

Elijah looked around suspiciously. ''Who else is in this house?''

''I don't know,'' she repeated.

Elijah grabbed Elena's arm in one hand and mine in the other. ''Move!'' he commanded and pushed us forward and up the stairs. I had trouble keeping up in my ridiculous shoes but I managed to keep myself upright, at least.

Elijah pushed us through a corridor that eventually took us into what looked like the house's entrance. I hadn't been awake to see the rest of the house, but there really wasn't much to say about it. It was just as shabby as the room we'd been kept in.

He stopped just below a grand staircase. Suddenly, something swooshed past us. Elijah turned in the direction the sound went and his face wasn't blank anymore. He looked around him, listening, with his jaw tightly clenched and mouth pressed into a thin line. Elena seized the moment and broke herself loose from Elijah's grip, and grabbed me in the process, whilst running towards Rose.

''Rose?'' he asked, his voice low and angry.

''I don't know who it is.'' Then something swooshed by again.

''Up here,'' someone suddenly said, his voice echoing along the walls somewhere from upstairs.

One minute, Elijah was standing down by the front door with us, then all of a sudden he was at the top of the stairs. If I didn't have all that adrenaline in my body, then I would think that I'd gone mad, again. I'd decided to push everything about Caroline back, to the furthest corners of my mind, but now it was all coming back – and with other people. She wasn't the only one, and when this was over – if it ended well for me – that realisation would come crashing down on me like nothing else.

''Down here,'' the voice said, getting Elijah to turn around. Elena breathed heavily and swirled around, but there was no one there. Suddenly, Elijah had something sticking in and out of his hand. A stake. I half expected him to scream out in pain, but all he did was pull it out, looking pissed of.

Then, all of a sudden, I was pressed up against a wall somewhere else. My eyes widened and I almost screamed, until I saw Elena next to me and Stefan holding his finger up to silence us both.

Elena had been serious. Stefan was here. But how did I get here, like, away from the entrance? How?

''Excuse me! To whom it may concern, you're making a grave mistake if you think that you can beat me,'' Elijah shouted. ''You can't. You hear that? I repeat, you cannot beat me. ''

I looked to Elena and Stefan for any kind of telling what to do, but Elena shook her head.

''So I want the girl, on the count of three,'' Elijah continued, and I could hear the sound of wood breaking. ''Or heads will roll. Do we understand each other?''

In the corner of my eye, I noticed Elena starting to walk away from us. ''Ele-'' I began, but Stefan immediately put his hand over my mouth. I glared at him and motioned towards Elena helplessly, but he wouldn't let me go. Then, I could hear her voice.

''I'll come with you, just please don't hurt my friends. They just wanted to help me out.'' Elijah answered something inaudible, and even though I really tried to listen, I couldn't make it out.

BOOM.

''What was that?'' I hissed in panic, fighting against Stefan's hold.

''Stay here,'' he persisted. He must've seen the turmoil in my eyes, because he added, ''you'll be fine.''

Someone was screaming in pain. After that, all I heard was gunshots and grunts and things beings thrown around. Or people. And after a minute or two, everything got real quiet. I gulped, hearing my heart beating loudly in my ears.

''Miss Mo-'' I heard Elena's voice to the right of me, stopping before she'd finished and correcting herself. ''Evangeline, come on.''

I stared at her. ''What did you do?'' I was honestly surprised that I even managed to speak after all this. ''Where's Elijah?''

She waved her hand, gesturing me to come. On shaky legs and horrid shoes, I wobbled after her back into the big entrance. Just below the stairs were Stefan and Damon, just like she'd said. Elena ran down and threw herself in Stefan's arms.

''Hey, come here,'' Stefan reached for Elena. ''Are you hurt? Are you okay?'' She clung to him tightly, and I felt a stab in my heart – I really needed my mum right now.

When I looked to the right wall, I noticed a dark form. First, I flinched, thinking that it was a threat – until I also saw the pole going through the body of the person pierced to the wall.

I gasped, tears forming in my eyes from the shock. ''W-what did you do?''

Getting everyone's eyes on me would've made me feel very uncomfortable, in any other situation.

''Is he dead? D-did you kill him?'' I stammered and clutched the railing desperately so I didn't fall over from the shock that was ripping through me.

''Well, technically, he was already dead,'' Damon sauntered and put his hands casually into his pockets.

''Damon,'' Stefan barked, untangling himself from his girlfriend. ''Evangeline, are you okay? Are you hurt?''

I opened my mouth, only to close it again, somewhat in a daze. I didn't know how to answer that.

''I-I...'' I began, taking a shaky breath. ''I think that we need to talk.''

Elena glanced at Stefan. ''Yeah, we do...''

''And we will,'' Stefan confirmed, ignoring Damon who was standing in the background and tapping his foot impatiently. ''But you two need to rest first.''

I had gotten past the point where I protested and constantly wanted answers before I did things, so I complied. The fact that I was beyond physically exhausted helped with that – I could barely stand up on my own. My feelings were still all mixed up with everyone else's, and the impact of them had been so strong that the ''barrier'', as I liked to call it, that shielded me from getting those kind of impressions from other people had been broken. I couldn't separate myself from anyone else, and it was driving me mad, but also draining me of every single ounce of energy that I had left.

When we walked out of the house, I couldn't help but look at Elijah's lifeless form. It didn't feel right, the killing. It just didn't. I think it was the way I was, making me so damn emotional all the time, so compassionate.

They had come by car. How they'd found us, I had no idea, but I would ask that question eventually – among many others. But Stefan was right. I wasn't right in neither head or body right now, and any kind of interrogation or conversation, however you want to put it, wouldn't give me anything.

Getting into the car, I finally got to tearing off those god-awful shoes. My pretty dress was ruined, there were tears and dirt all over it, and my hair was a dead ringer for a birds nest. My arms and legs were shaking from the strain of keeping me on my feet, and the cut on my hand throbbed painfully. I was a complete mess.

A complete, filthy, torn up and exhausted mess. Not only did I look dirty, I felt dirty too. The way that other people's feelings entered my body... they weren't supposed to be there.

I didn't utter another word the whole ride back. I didn't sleep, either – I just sat completely still, staring down at my clutched hands. Eventually, my mind went almost completely blank. I think that Elena tried talking to me a few times, but her voice was nothing but a buzzing sound far off in the distance.

I had tried to understand what had happened, but I couldn't make any sense of it. Was this my life now? Running into... vampires, wherever I went? I must be going crazy, everything I thought was normal around me had been turned upside down. I was strange, and always had been, but that was normal for me. This wasn't. This wasn't normal. What had I gotten myself into?


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