Elena didn't know what she was feeling, but it was like an undeniable urge to touch the symbols on the cave wall. Her heart was beating so hard that she could hear it. She completely forgot about the guardian beside her and the shouting vampire behind them, unable to enter.
She tried to to keep her arms pinned to her sides but the need to run her fingers along the viking script was too much. Her hand slowly lifted, her palms sweaty from the effort to resist.
The moment her fingertips touched the script she was filled with searing pain and she screamed. It all went black.
Doman and Alaric stared in concern and wonder, she had disappeared in front of their very eyes. Neither knew how to react. They were glued in place, staring where the doppelganger they loved so much had stood only a moment ago.
Damon slowly managed to move, pulling his phone from his pocket to call the witch they knew would be able to help.
Elena could only feel the pain, burning through her veins. She could only hear her screams.
Until they both just suddenly stopped and she felt the cold hard earth beneath her, almost surrounding her.
She opened her eyes slowly, her eyes being blinded by the glowing moon. When had it gotten so bright?
She took in her nudity, quickly covering herself with her arms and sitting up, so quickly she should have gotten whiplash. The surprise of her lack of clothing caused her to take in her surroundings better.
She was in the woods, but not a part she knew of. It was a full moon she noted, without concern. There were no werewolves in Mystic Falls anymore.
She rose slowly, her body groaning at the movement. Clearly she had been laid there for much longer than she thought. How had she gotten here? Did Damon bring her out here? Did he take her clothes? No he wouldn't do that, he cared for her, or at least she thought that he did.
She looked around in search of anything to cover herself but came up blank.
She eventually accepted that she'd have to wander naked until she found the Salvatore house. But she'd have to move fast enough that she didn't get frostbite.
She wandered for what felt like hours until she finally conceded and sat against a tree, the woods was never this thick before right? The cold was making it's way to her bones and she was so tired.
Her eyes were sliding shut, so determined to close, to rest.
But then a howl sounded too close by for her to be safe.
Then a growl followed, from only a few yards away.
She scrambled to her feet. Fighting away the blanket of sleep which had made it's way over her. And she ran, faster than she had ever run before.
She could hear her own feet hitting the ground but then she could multiple doing the same too close behind her. She barely registered where she was going until she came to a clearing.
There was a boy in the middle, with dark hair and ancient rags that could barely be called clothes. What the hell? She didn't recognise the boy but she still felt a protective pang.
She no longer cared about the wolves, werewolves, behind her as she stared at the boy. He was frozen in his spot, his eyes were glued to something in front of him.
Elena stalked forward as though approaching a scared animal, when in reality she was the scared one.
She glanced to where the boy was staring, and spotted the wolf. It was getting closer with every step she took so she tried becoming faster, hoping to get there first and get between them. But it started running, much faster than she ever could.
She still tried to be quicker, she failed. The animal began to pounce at the child but he was frozen still. She screamed, "No!"
The wolf stared at her, snarled even before stalking back into the woods. And the boy stared at her shocked. She didn't try to understand what that had meant.
Elens continued jogging forward, having forgotten about her lack of clothing. Before kneeling in front the boy, her eyes checking for wounds.
"I'm Elena, what's your name?" She smiled, talking softly. She didn't want to scare him.
He opened his mouth to answer but a man shouted before he could.
"Henrik!"