Caroline explained it all to her, as if she were here for a slumber party.
"The bathroom has all three standard temperatures of water, you cant adjust it with the temperature knob outside the shower. Toiletries are also there.
I've arranged some clothes for you. They are in the closet, also towels will be changed everyday so don't worry.
Any special medication or other necessities?"
Elena couldn't believe this woman. Was she so thick that it was hard to comprehend for her how different Elena's circumstances were.
"No." All her emotions could be summarized in this one word.
"Elena, I know you're angry but I have to make sure you have everything you need."
Elena still had her arms wrapped around her body.
She was no longer in that dark dungeon, she was in a huge room.
A room that could fit three of her and Mason's bedroom. Everything in this room screamed how rich the owner was.
From the chandelier in the middle of the roof to the softest bed she had ever felt. The seating area alone seemed expensive than her whole furniture.
Sofas and seats, an elegant table with a glass horse on top of it adorned with diamonds and a velvet red cloth lying on top of it.
She bit her lip, of course she had 200 percent more stuff than she could need on her beautiful jail.
"I need my husband, and I want to go home." She replied rudely.
Caroline pursed her lips, "guess you don't need anything."
She left leaving Elena to the mansion like room.
After an hour of sitting idle, which felt like forever, Elena went to the bathroom Caroline had pointed at.
Her imagination had been way worse.
She didn't look as bad.
Just dirty.
She sceptically inspected the whole bathroom. No windows unlocked, no scissors or sharp objects.
Elena gave up, she took off her clothes which had been wearing the entire day that day searching for Mason.
A pair of jeans, and a dark blue off-shoulder shirt.
She picked out a plain white dress from the closet and wore it after thoroughly showering.
Captive, guest.
She was inspecting the products on the dresses when the door got knocked at.
Elena said nothing so the man, Enzo peeked in the room.
"Mr. Salvatore wishes to see you."
She snapped, "I do not."
Elena was absolutely terrified of him.
She hated him. For his threats, his cold-psychotic eyes, how easily he talked of hurting and killing people, how on no provocation he just took out his gun.
Elena hated weapons.
He was no less than a weapon.
When she turned to look back, Enzo was gone.
She was left back to think about what she did.
Would the man just tell Damon Salvatore that she didn't want to see him.
And would that infuriate him?
She anxiously wanted to find a corner in the big room that would help her hide.
The best place she could find was the closet, being petite, it was easy for her to fit in it.
The darkness wasn't as scary as these people.
The blonde, the guard, her captor- were far more terrifying than any monster in the dark.
The only sound she heard was her own breath.
Elena was nearly falling asleep from it.
After about half an hour, she heard the door open again.
"Where is she?" Caroline's voice.
Then she heard Damon's annoyed tone, "Stole my words."
Yet he didn't seem angry or in a hurry, "Enzo, check the room. Caroline go look in the bathroom."
"Okay."
Maybe this was it, if she could hide here long enough they'd think she somehow escaped and leave the door open.
Elena bit her lip, she couldn't even afford to let the sound of her breathing lead to her.
Cupping her mouth, she tried her best not to break into tears.
"She's not in the bathroom." Caroline's voice was rushed and scared of his reaction.
Enzo was still looking for her.
Damon lightly tapped the pointed end of his boot against the floor.
"This puts us in a bad position, Mrs. Lockwood. I know you're here." He announced.
Elena could still hear Enzo going through different parts of the room.
Damon shook his head when he caught sight of water drops.
"You took a shower, Mrs. Lockwood?" he tutted, as he followed the trail of the tiny water droplets on the floor, "We do have towels."
He said as he opened the closet door.
Elena moved back into the corner as he cocked his head to a side, shaking it disappointingly.
"Caroline." He merely said her name.
The blonde pulled Elena out while she resisted.
"Let me go." Elena tried to sound mad and assertive.
When the blonde was unable to overpower her, Damon held her wrist, making her halt all protests.
"I do not want to be harsh with you, Elena. Do as I ask and you shall be unharmed."
She didn't believe one word of what he said. Even her own name sounded like a disgusting word from his mouth.
How could she believe a ruthless psychopath?
She looked at his hand that was clutching hers, hands she feared hurt her husband. Hands who were too adept at holding weapons, taking lives, the shot he made to scare her two days ago, how he threatened to blow her brains off with his gun.
It was too much, a striking pain went up her spine and almost involuntarily, she threw up.
All over his sleeve.
Caroline had gasped loudly that Elena heard despite the sound of a tornado in her ears.
And successfully he had let her wrist go, cursing something.
"Fuck." He took off his jacket.
Elena continued to be nauseated but the lack of food in her stomach made her stop actually throwing up.
"Caroline, get her cleaned." He announced before leaving.
Elena jolted back and forth because of the terrifying pains in her body.
Was her body shutting down?
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Next time she woke up she was in the bed of her lavish prison.
She blinked several times and looked down to see that her arm was hooked to an IV.
There was a distinctive scent of medicines.
The smell of medicines had never bothered her when she visited Mason at the hospital.
But a big part of that was Mason.
"What?" she heard a woman. Elena presumed it's someone she knew.
That's when she realized she was uttering her husband's name, repeatedly.
"M-mason."
"What about him?" the voice asked.
"Where is Mason?" she voiced her frustration in a small cry.
There was no response.
The voice didn't know.
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Damon
It had been 11 days, Mason Lockwood was nowhere to be found.
The man was gone without a trace.
The only trace he left was his wife.
His wife who claimed she knew nothing.
Yet her credit card was used to book Mason's flight and then his expenses in Belize.
Elena had authorised a purchase he made in Belize.
The bank had called her.
The employee remembered talking to her.
In her own words, she had authorised the purchase.
That was one day after Elena had went to the police to report her husband missing.
How could she report him missing when she knew where he had been?
Elena was lying.
For now, Damon knew how to keep his partners at bay.
A large sum was going to come out of his own money.
But that just enraged him more, the backstabber was going to get what was coming to him.
Damon would find him from anywhere, dead or alive.
No matter what Elena claimed, he knew she was telling less than she knew.
"What's on your mind?" Logan Fell asked, the man was somewhat of an acquaintance.
Damon had invited him to play at his casino.
"I've never had someone escape me like Mason Lockwood."
Logan laughed and shook his head, "Didn't your brother run away after turning 18?"
"He moved out. Besides, no one can think to lay a hand on my brother and then see the next sunrise." Damon breathed out, then he gestured for Caroline to come near.
She was talking to someone, but she stopped and walked up to him.
Caroline leaned over, whispering in his ear, Damon nodded.
When she left, Logan asked, "What was that?"
Damon chuckled shaking his head, "Nothing, just a reminder I needed."
He nodded, then threw some chips at the centre, "Tell you what, I am all in."
"You seem too confident, good hand?" Damon said as he sipped his bourbon.
"We can end it right here." Logan shrugged.
"You're bluffing. I call bullshit." He threw the last of his own chips, "I can always spot a liar and a loser."
"You spotted wrong." He showed his cards, proudly adding, "Full house."
Before he could take the pot, Damon got ahead and held his arm, stopping him, "I did say a loser, didn't I?"
He said throwing his own cards and revealing his straight flush to Logan. "It's not your fault though."
Logan loosened his tie, letting the pot go.
Damon knew of the man's gambling addiction.
His reputation preceded him in the worst way.
"Tell you what Logan, I will forgo this game."
Before the smile on his face would even spread, Damon added, "If you use the Fell resources overseas to find Doctor Mason Lockwood."
"My father will-"
"I couldn't care less, in fact I don't care at all. I only care about the damage to my reputation, your father has enjoyed that immensely." He chuckled darkly, "And now I will use his resources for my benefit, there is some kind of poetic justice there
"Damon, I am your friend." He insisted.
Which got Damon to look more amused tan before, "There are no friends in our line of work."
He gestured Caroline, letting her know they were leaving. "Enjoy the place, Logan and drinks on me buddy." He winked as he was joined by Caroline.
She leaned closer as they left, "How did it go?"
Damon sneaked his hand into the sleeve of Caroline's oversized pink blazer, touching the small card tool adhered to the material, "Have I ever failed?"
And the voice in his head already answered that question.
Mason Lockwood.
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Elena
Had it been weeks or years since she was lying in this bed?
Every time she woke up, she felt her eyes to be too heavy and fell back asleep.
This time, waking up wasn't so uneventful.
"You sure have made yourself comfortable." She heard Damon's calm yet bone chilling voice. "Because sleep is a sign of trust and comfort." Elena saw him standing by the large bedroom window.
Elena gritted her teeth, "Also a sign of depression, Mr. Salvatore."
He narrowed his eyes, it was the first time that Elena Lockwood had responded to him without shivering.
Did he break her?
He hadn't tried to.
But normal people, they were scared of the bare minimum.
"Well I've been nothing but an amazing host." He smirked as he looked over his shoulder.
She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, her fists balled in the sheets.
Damon shrugged as he walked over to the bed, making Elena shrink in her space on her own.
"I am finding your husband for you, since you don't seem to know where he is."
"To kill him, you're looking for my husband to kill him." She didn't know where she got the energy to stare him in the eye and intimidate him like he was with her.
"It's the thought that counts." He sighed sitting on the chair by the bed, "If you don't have anything to do with this, I won't allow any hurt to be caused to you."
She spat, "I have nothing to do with this!"
He tutted, women are really good liars. But he always knew how to tell when they did lie.
"Then you're safer than anyone on this planet, that's my guarantee." He sighed, "It's a shame how your husband isn't calling for you to be let go. I know he knows you're here."
She felt her head feeling light.
Was he serious?
Was Mason willingly putting her in danger?
"How do you know, that he knows?" she asked in a voice above a whisper.
Damon bit the inside of his cheek, "Because I made sure that the word spreads. To all and every person he could have gone to."
Elena shook her head, "but what if he's hurt, what if the day he disappeared was the day he got into a terrible accident and is lying in a hospital, unrecognised and unclaimed." She argued, "If Mason was so important to you, he would never do this! He loves saving lives, he loves me. He would never leave me."
Was she really that stupid?
Oh God, was she?
"Are you really this naive or do you take me for the biggest fool alive?" he was finally annoyed.
Elena looked at him with doll-wide eyes, unable to understand him.
"Do you really think that he's that perfect?"
She looked away.
"Mrs. Lockwood?" he asked, "Your husband isn't a doctor only, he works for me. And you might have an idea of the people who work for me."
"It must be a misunderstanding- Mason would never-"
He interrupted, "He did know, don't be in denial. Your husband was not the man you think he is." He cupped his head, "You're surely making a fool out of me. Either that or everything else I know is a lie."
Elena bit her lip, "What is?"
He got up from the chair, "That you knew. Everything. You helped him escape, you've been in contact with him until the day Enzo brought you here. He heard you say your husband name."
"Because I thought he was back." Elena weakly got up from the bed.
She could feel how light her head was.
It was way too light.
She was going to black out.
"Or because he called you, from Belize, a day ago." Damon accused.
"Your card company also called you, you authorised all purchases necessary for him to escape. They talked to you and him."
"That never happened, I didn't even know he was in Belize." Her face turned white "I didn't even know he was alive."
"All evidence points to you Mrs. Lockwood, its you against all this concrete evidence."
She violently shook her head, "It's a lie."
"Is it?"
"Mason would never-"
He was tired of listening the same thing.
Stepping forward, he grabbed her arms in an attempt to shake the denial out of her.
"He did Elena. He works for me, he's been working for me for 4 years. How many of those have he known to you?"
"2." She forced out between scared gasps.
"Two." He nodded, "Let me break it to you, if its even new information." He bit out, "He is not a saviour. He is my puppet. He harvested organs for us, in bulk- how do you think you afford all this." He fingered the diamond pendant Elena was wearing.
She could feel the acid coming up her throat, her head going lighter and lighter at the revelation.
"He would never."
Damon knew he was killing the very light in her eyes as he said his next words, "he did."
Elena tried to swallow the information, yet she couldn't.
Her vision went black, arms and legs lost all strength, Elena felt like she was falling and she did.
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Damon
She was unconscious, for more than an hour now.
Damon had called a doctor for her.
Caroline did mention how he shouldn't have said what he did.
Damon disagreed.
He believed Elena was hiding her hand, she knew more, it was a bluff. He knew bluffs.
She knew exactly what Mason did, he remembered her at the party.
How she prided herself in being his wife.
Her jewellery, her dress had been the envy of most women and she enjoyed that.
There was no doubt about it.
He left her alone, the girl was either way too fragile or the best actress alive.
Going back to his room, Damon opened his drawer and picked up a notepad.
With a pen, he wrote a letter. Then he tore it of from the pad and folded it, kept in the drawer.
He decided to close his eyes to rest a bit.
Immediately he saw her eyes.
The light he killed in them.
He wanted to know the truth, or did he actually want to break someone.
For maybe the first time in years, he felt a tinge of guilt when she fell lifelessly in his arms.
The truth was the truth.
He was the lowest of the low, scum of the earth in her eyes.
But her husband worked for him, which made him worse.
Elena couldn't cope with it.
He called his brother, the phone kept ringing. Just the way Stefan, his brother was, Stefan thoroughly enjoyed the fruits of this life yet he looked down on it.
He didn't pick up.
He called again
He didn't pick up.
The third time, Damon just gave up and put his phone away.
He got up, and walked down the hall towards the stairs, "Caroline." Damon called for his assistant.
He needed something to do.
Mason Lockwood and his wife had completely ruined his peace of mind.
"Yes Mr. Salvatore. " she said showing out of nowhere at his call.
"Arrange a meeting with Klaus Mikaelson, make sure his sister doesn't find out. Also, Call Luca, I need all records of the casinos, let me just go over them."
"Mr. Salvatore." A maid was there to serve him bourbon, clear instructions were given to all servers that bourbon must be offered to Mr. Salvatore when he was in sight.
He took the glass from the tray, "Leave that woman alone. He said referring to Elena. Let's get back to work, we'll find Mason eventually."
"Okay."
Yet he couldn't stop himself from looking in the direction of her room.
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Klaus Mikaelson was the king of the town, ruling every street in the city.
He was unrivalled along with his brother Elijah Mikaelson, while the legacy was left by their father Michael, they had extended it to an impossible degree.
Even the Fell men would cater to them, Damon Salvatore was no different.
Klaus was having him over for dinner, his main interest in Damon was actually sitting next to Damon.
His assistant, Caroline Forbes.
One would think that a 7ft tall man would be qualified to be the official 'left-hand' to a mob boss, yet Damon was either extremely stupid to appoint Caroline as that or either very smart.
His assistant however paid little to no attention to Klaus.
He had time and time again, invited Damon to see more of her.
It wasn't love , an infatuation that Damon knew very well of and took advantage of it.
"So- I've talked to Stonewell about his men downtown, we're working to make a system so your girls don't clash with his, any double whores are probably the bone of contention here."
"My girls are well paid." Klaus shrugged, "They are getting good business near the casinos."
"I don't want a share in your pimp money- Klaus, I just need you to prefer my bid at the auction for your land."
Caroline interrupted before he could speak, "It is for the schools."
"Yes sweetie." Damon silenced her by a gesture of his fork. "You shouldn't concern yourself with my purpose here."
Klaus chuckled, "Oh Salvatore, I understand your philanthropic endeavours. But it would be wise to not distract yourself with cleaning your money, I've heard you've been conned out of it, just recently."
Here it goes.
"That situation is under control, my assets are stable, and I want to pursue this project."
"Your project is ultimately beneficial, children grow up- they use drugs, don't they, and hey- we supply them in abundance." He joked.
Caroline hissed at the jab but a glare from her boss made her bite her tongue.
"Whatever makes you agreeable." He shrugged, "The girls can get business at my clubs and casinos, I ensure their safety to you."
"Very well then, I'll think it over, Caroline- would you mind giving me your number so I can communicate my uh- response." He asked politely.
Damon bit back his smirk as he looked at Caroline for her response.
She remained oblivious, "It'd be better if you let Mr. Salvatore know."
While the blonde did annoy him at times, he very much enjoyed how Caroline rejected Klaus in such creative ways.
"Very well then. The topics have been exhausted, whores- schools and well- Caroline. I have a prior engagement to see to."
Damon got up, shaking Klaus's hand, "Sure."
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As soon as they left Klaus's house, he got a call from Logan.
Damon excused himself and walked away from the car and Caroline.
"Did you find him?"
"No." Logan said disappointed, "But through my resources, I found a burner phone, it was hard to get this information."
"What's the information?"
"He called his wife, up till three days ago. His call went through up till 5 December, then all calls didn't reach his wife. She stopped picking up but he kept trying."
Damon clutched his phone, Oh he knew, he already knew.
December 5th was the date she was brought to his house.
She had been in contact with him three days before that.
And he did try to reach her number.
"Okay, keep looking."
He hung up the phone and turned around to go back to his car.
"Well, well Mrs. Elena Lockwood, show's over."
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A/N: chapter update.
How do you people like it so far? There might be some inconsistencies here and there but its fiction, (thats going to be on my tombstone)
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