Stefan

"Damon, will you please just drop the subject?" I groan.

"No." Damon smirked. "I will not drop the subject."

I sigh. He was really beginning to get on my nerves. "Damon . . ."

"Stefan." His features hardened. "Listen, you really hurt Elena by leaving her, and I want to know why."

"Damon, it's none of your business." I cross my arms over my chest. "We just . . . grew apart, I suppose."

Damon laughed bitterly. "Grew apart? Please. You fell for someone else. How do I know? Because Elena is hung up on you and your dead vine . . . pun. Sorry, I forgot you don't have a sense of humor."

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I did not fall for anyone."

"Are you sure?" Damon prodded. "The witch, maybe – God forbid you're that stupid. Or that stinky werewolf bitch, Jules – she tried to kill me, you know. Oh, I know! Caroline! You guys have been hinting at a relationship for weeks, ever since she got the fangs. Hell, ever since that Miss Mystic Falls pageant, to be honest."

"Damon, stop it." I glared at him.

"Okay, okay, you didn't fall for anyone. It's someone you fell for in the past . . ." He rubbed his chin smugly. "Lexi . . . newsflash, dude, she's dead. Or maybe you have the hots for them two brauds of Jeremy's. And another newsflash! Anna is also dead, as is Vicki. Did you happen to like Rose at all? Another dead one." His eyes hardened at Rose. "Oh, I know now! You are a complete idiot and you have fallen in love with Katherine."

I looked away.

Damon stared at me. "Oh my God, you fell for Katherine."

"Damon, I . . ." I started.

"Holy crap, Stefan, what the hell?" He yelled. "You are breaking Elena's heart to go and be with her great-great-E.T.C.-E.T.C.-grandmother? The bitch who ruined our lives?"

"Why say E-T-C instead of et cetera?" I ask, ignoring the full question.

He shook his head. "Stefan!"

"Okay, I'm in love with Katherine!" I shouted. "There, are you happy now?"

Damon's jaw tensed, but before he could say anything his phone went off. He sighed and showed me the screen. "Who is this?"

"Caroline," I told him.

He sighed again and muttered, "Vampire Barbie." He flipped his phone open and read the text, and his annoyed expression melted off his face and was soon replaced by panic.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Elena." Damon was already heading towards the door of the boarding house. "She's missing."

My heart sank and I followed him.

Caroline was bawling and pacing back and forth around Elena's bed as Bonnie stared at the piece of paper left in the room. Only Caroline had read it, and Damon was about to self-implode.

"Dammit, Barbie! If you can't tell me what the note says, and Witch won't tell me I am literally going to rip the hearts out of everyone in the room!

Caroline hiccupped. "I-I-I, I just, I don't, I can't, I – Elena! Oh, Tyler!"

I looked at Bonnie, who was also on the brink of tears. "Bonnie, could Damon and I please see the letter?"

Bonnie glanced up, as if just noticing us for the first time. "Oh, yes. Sorry," She mumbled as she handed it to me.

Damon zapped behind me and read over my shoulder.

Just incase anyone has decided to notice Miss Elena Petrova is now in my possession. Why you would care, I am unsure, seeing how she is rather annoying.

Just as a precaution, I would like to let whomever it may concern who else is with me, and if they should worry. Not that I care much about your wellbeing, it is more of a checklist for myself.

We already know about Miss Gilbert-Petrova, and I have Miss Bennett's lovely cousin. The young wolf, Tyler Lockwood, is also here. Very snippy, needs to be taught a lesson I'd say.

Ask the youngest Salvatore, I'm sure he'll know that I have my vampire by now.

To whom it may concern, I bid you adieu.

-K

Damon's hands began to shake and his eyes became furious. "Witch!"

Bonnie flinched slightly, but still tried to look determined. "What, Damon?"

"You have to find her." His eyes became pleading. "Please, Bonnie."

Bonnie looked surprised at the use of her name and froze. She pushed her black hair behind her ear and nodded. "I might know a spell that could work."

Damon nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. I'd never seen him like this before. "What do you need?"

Caroline's sobbing slowed and quieted slightly as she gawked at Damon. "I need her hairbrush? Or toothbrush? Anything with her DNA on it should work."

Damon nodded and rushed into the bathroom, returning moments later with Elena's hairbrush. How he knew where it was I don't know, nor do I care much at the moment. He handed it to Bonnie, who put it on the bed.

Caroline glanced at me. "St-Stefan? Are you okay?"

I shook my head.

Damon looked over his shoulder at me and furrowed his brows. "Baby Brother?"

I shook my head again and made for the door. Caroline and Damon called after me, but no one followed as I ran to the tomb.

"Katherine?" I yelled as I charged down the stairs. "Katherine!"

I ran into an invisible wall at the opening of the tomb, as if I were trapped inside again, and screamed. "Katherine!"

When I got no response, I broke down, fell to my knees and let out a cry of sadness, pain and fear.