A/N: Hey everyone!
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Disclaimer: I wish I owned Nate Buzolic (who is on 'Supernatural' today, everyone!) but I don't. *sad times*. I only own the plot to this story.
Elena was getting bored. She was too nervous to go and speak to any of the Originals, and Kol, Klaus and Rebekah, the only ones that knew she was there, clearly didn't want to come over and say hi. Davina had left her, saying something about trying to find a friend, and so she was alone, and that made her even more nervous.
She wandered over to a large group of dancing bodies and tried to lose herself in the crowd, concentrating on the music, and it seemed to work. She didn't recognise the song, but it was loud and fast, and that was all she needed to forget that she was a defenceless human in the midst of a party of vampires, witches and probably werewolves as well.
"Hello gorgeous," came a voice from behind her, and Elena turned around to see a tall, dark-haired man practically grinding against her. She gulped, and tried to hide her fear by smiling, but it didn't really help.
He leaned into her, taking a deep sniff of her. "Mmm, human. How did you manage to wander in here?" Elena guessed that the only other humans here were probably compelled blood bags, and her hands began to shake, so she clenched them into fists, her nails making crescent-shaped indents on her palms.
He grabbed her, and the next thing she knew, they were back in the alcove she'd phoned Bonnie in. He cupped her face, and stared into her eyes, his pupils dilating.
"Don't scream, or talk. In fact, just don't say anything until I'm done. Do you understand?"
Elena could only nod, while internally screaming at herself. With the lack of supernatural threats in Mystic Falls since the Originals had left, she'd stopped taking vervain, and now she wanted to slap herself as tears began rolling down her cheeks.
With one quick movement, the vampire had moved her hair aside and buried his fangs deep into her neck, letting out a small moan. Elena felt disgusted; the urge to cry out was there, but she just couldn't get it out. All she could do was stand there helplessly as she felt her blood being drawn out deeply and the slaty tears dampening her cheeks and jaw as they continued to flow.
Then it was over. He dropped her ungraciously to the cobbled floor, and she felt the world dimming as he flashed off back to the party. Her limbs felt too heavy, and her neck hurt like hell. She slowly lifted her hand to her wound, and brought it back to see dark red blood dripping from her fingers.
Then everything went mercifully black.
"Elena? Oh God, Elena!"
Elena opened her eyes groggily, and looked around. Her surrounding looked blurry and discoloured, and she couldn't make heads or tails of whoever was talking to her. Her mind just didn't want to co-operate.
"Elena!"
She saw a flash of bright white light, and then her vision became clearer. She could see Davina crouching on the ground next to her, and figured she must have cast a spell to ease her wooziness.
"Oh no..." Davina murmured, reaching out to pull Elena towards he so she could inspect the wound better. "Elena, can you hear me? What happened?"
"I-I don't know...vampire...drank from me...blackout," Elena got out, widening her eyes to try and keep them open. "How bad is it?"
"You need blood. Vampire blood," Davina told her. "Luckily, I have some with me," she said, opening up her drawstring purse and pulling out a vial of dark liquid. She uncapped it and held it out, but Elena stopped her.
"Why do you have vampire blood?"
Davina rolled her eyes. "Elena, I live in a town full of vampires. It's easier than you think to get hold of, and it's quicker sometimes just to down this than to do a healing spell." She frowned. "At least, I think it would be in theory. I've never actually had to drink it. Marcel keeps me protected against pretty much everyone."
"Whose is it?"
"Shh, Elena," Davina soothed. "Just drink it. You can ask me anything else after you've healed." She held the vial to Elena's mouth and steadily poured the contents in. Elena cringed at the coppery taste, but this blood seemed both richer and thicker than Stefan's. She gulped it down, and then swallowed a couple of times to try and get the taste of blood out of her mouth.
She looked apologetically at Davina. "You don't happen to have any mints, do you?"
Davina laughed, and exchanged the empty vial of blood in her bag for a mostly-full tube of polos. "Help yourself."
Elena took one gratefully and popped it in her mouth, feeling the strength of the mint flavour overcome the metallic taste at the back of her mouth.
"Whose blood was it?" She asked.
Davina closed up her bag, and clasped her hands together. "Let's just say, the situation arose, and I took advantage of it."
"That's not an answer."
"I know." Davina looked around. "Do you mind if we don't talk about it? No one knows I have it, I'd be in huge trouble if anyone found out."
Elena shrugged, and struggled to get up. Davina noticed, and pulled the doppelgänger to her feet.
"Listen, do you mind if I step out for a bit? It's really loud in here, and I could do with a walk to clear my head."
Davina's face fell. "I can't come with you," she told her. "Marcel wants me to stay here. But let me send Josh with you. You need protection around this city, especially at night. Marcel has many nightwalkers, far more than he has in the daytime, and there's always a chance you could get attacked again."
She turned around and whistled to a guy who couldn't have been older than his early twenties, and he immediately came over.
"This is Josh. He's my best friend," Davina introduced, and Josh gave her a small grin.
"Hey."
Elena smiled back. "Hi."
"So how long have you been a vampire for?" Elena asked, as they wandered down the high street together.
"Not long. When Klaus found me, I was with a friend of mine. He gave us a choice of which one could live and which one could die. Gave who won that one?" Josh gave a sad smile.
"I'm sorry," offered Elena, but Josh waved it off.
"It's fine, I'm over it. I have Davina now. Besides, she was kind of a bitch."
Elena didn't know what to say to that, so after a minute of silence she asked, "how does everyone get along so well here? I though vampires and werewolves weren't supposed to get on."
"The werewolves calmed down a few months ago. This werewolf girl came over to track down her family or something, and turns out she's like this long-lost werewolf princess. Anyway, the whole community were happier after that, and so then Elijah decided to make a peace treaty between all four species: humans, vampires, werewolves and witches. It's been working out pretty well so far."
"Wait, Elijah's-" she started, but she didn't finish as witch stopped in front of them, her gaze firmly locked on Elena."
"Katherine..." She whispered.
"Oh no," Elena murmured. "Look, I'm sorry, but I'm not actually-"
"Save it," snapped the witch. "I have been looking for you for a very long time."
She stepped closer to Elena. "How dare you kill my sister. She did nothing to you, and you tore her heart out!"
"You know she didn't do it-i" Josh tried, but the witch waved her hand, and his neck snapped in two as his knees gave way and he fell on the ground.
Elena was scared no. She tried to get a word out edgeways, but the witch wouldn't let her. "I wonder what Marcel will do to you when I bring you to him. Maybe he'll put you in The Garden until you dessicate into ash."
The witch grinned nastily. "All that matters is that you pay for what you did." She reached out her hands for Elena's neck, and Elena turned and ran. The witch simply twisted her hand again, and Elena's neck suffered the same fate as Josh as she fell mid-run onto the hard pavement."
"Just so I can get you to Marcel without a fight," the witch told Elena's body, rolling it over with a couple of nudges from her buckled sandal, and then lifting it up and carrying it to a small toyota parked on the curb up the deserted street, leaving Josh lying semi-dead on the pavement.
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