Hey, guys!!. Sorry for such a late update. This story is also up on Ao3. The next few chapters will take place in the season 2 episode 'Rose'.

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It just had to happen, didn't it?. I've only been back in my old home for less then 24 hours and I end up getting kidnapped by some creepy dude who's obviously too afraid to show his face to me. Or her. My kidnapper could be of the female kind for all I know!.

Don't know if I feel more worried, embarrassed or pissed off for my predicament. After spending nearly a decade in a city full of the supernatural and nasty, you'd think I would have somehow grown eyes in the back of my damn head, that I would know when I was being followed.

Very quickly beginning to regret leaving New Orleans and making that absolutely dumb-ass choice to leave and return to my childhood home.

I could still be there right now, having a good chat and giggle with Cami, try and get away from Marcel's stupid flirting. Or I could be lying on the couch in my apartment, watching some stupid 80's slasher I've watched time and time again.

This place, whatever the hell I've been brought to, was the exact opposite of my place, cold instead of warm, it already feeling like some kind of jail cell.

I do know though that it's no where in Mystic Falls, probably somewhere a few hours away. The room I'm finding myself in looks very old and rundown, like it had been left uninhabited for a very long time.

I have absolutely no idea how long I've been here for or how long I was out for, the room pretty dark meaning it could probably still be night. I'm just grateful whoever grabbed me and chloroformed me didn't tie me up, my arms and legs being free.

"Damn it," I mumbled getting slowly up off the couch, my hand moving to my head, feeling automatically dizzy, sitting back down again, resting my head in both hands, trying to stop everything from spinning.

I hear footsteps come into the room making me drop my hands, looking up. And I jump straight back up onto my feet watching a man carrying somebody in his arms, that somebody turning out to be Elena.

"What the hell?. What did you do to her?."

He doesn't answer me, carrying Elena over to another couch laying her down on it, her looking to be out cold, her arms and legs tied together.

"Oi!. Jack-ass, I asked you a question!."

"Ssshhh," he hissed looking over at me, his finger moving to his lips, smirking.

Then he ends up right in front of me making me jump, his nose moving to my neck, sniffing me, his hands grabbing hold of my wrists tightly like a vice, stopping me from trying to back away from him.

"You smell...amazing. Just one little taste."

"TREVOR!. Control yourself!."

I shove him away from me hard, shaking, my hand moving to my neck, my fingers running along the scratch left there by his stupid fangs, my eyes moving to the woman who luckily stopped him from biting me.

She looks young, but I know she's a hell of a lot older then she seems. Naturally, I automatically take a dislike to her, her being responsible for not just my predicament, but my cousin's as well. And yet, there's something about her I can't shake, like I...know her somehow.

"Buzz kill," he muttered , walking out of the room leaving us alone.

"Okay, what the hell do you want with me?. With my cousin?," I asked , a little angrily, walking over to her fast.

"My God, you both look just like them," she answered , her eyes running over my face making me instantly uneasy.

"Like who?. Look, sister, I have no idea who you are or what you want, but..."

"Be quiet."

"Wh..."

"I said be quiet."

I lose what little patience I had left going to hit her getting stopped by her hand striking my face hard sending me flying across the room, my head hitting a large plane of wood, blackness sinking in fast.

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"Stevie?. Oh, my God!. Stevie?."

" Ughh, I'm beginning to hate getting knocked out by a fuckin' bloodsucker," I groaned, slowly coming around, my face hurting like hell thanks to that vampire's hand.

I get helped up off the floor finding it's my cousin's hand, her being awake and free of her bonds, her helping me over to the couch she'd been laid out on, both of us sitting down.

Elena had definitely grown a lot since I'd seen her last. She'd grown into a beautiful young woman, something which makes me smile in spite of what's happening.

"Why are you here as well?. This doesn't make any sense."

"I...I don't know. The only thing I can think of is that they have a case of mistaken identity," I sighed, rubbing my cheek, wincing a little.

"I thought she thought I was Katherine. But she told me she knew who I was."

"Katherine?."

"It's a long story."

I just nod getting up off the couch moving slowly up the stairs leading to the door, hearing voices just outside.

"So you called him?."

" No, I called one of his contacts. You know how this works."

"Did you or did you not get the message to Elijah?."

"They say he got it."

"Wonderful. And what?."

" Elijah?," I muttered, frowning, that name sounding exactly like the name of one of the men from my dreams, slowly and quietly creeping out of the room, their voices getting louder, trying not to be seen or heard.

"So that's it, Trevor. He either got it or he didn't. We just have to wait."

"Look, it's not too late. We can leave them. We don't have to go through with this."

"I'm sick of running."

"Yeah?. Well, running keeps us from dying."

"Elijah's old school. If he accepts our deal, we're free. YOU!. There's nothing around here for miles. If you think you're getting out, you're wrong. Understand?."

"Who's Elijah?," I asked, her having heard my footsteps, stopping me from trying to sneak further into the house.

"He's your worst nightmare."