A/N: Just in case there was any confusion, Bella and Elena aren't twins or anything.

The Other

The sound of locks being turned roused me from sleep and I quickly sat up as the door opened. I had no idea what to expect from these people and despite the fact that there was really nothing I could do if they did choose to do something, I wanted to be on my guard.

The younger man, who I realized was really no older than me now that the shock of waking up in a strange place had worn off, slowly entered the room.

He had a small duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a tray gripped in his hands. Although the appearance of food did make my stomach ache, I was wary about trusting him enough to actually eat. Still, I supposed that there was little I could do and if they really wanted to kill me, they wouldn't have gone through the trouble of kidnapping me.

"I brought you some food and clothes," he explained needlessly, placing the tray within my reach before dropping the duffle bag beside it.

I stared at the bowl of broth and the sandwich, but made no move to grab it.

"I figured your stomach might be upset after spending two days unconscious," he laughed uneasily, obviously uncomfortable with the situation.

"Two days?" I mumbled, noticing Luka smile at the sound of my voice, as if getting me to talk had been some major feat.

"Yeah, my dad sure packs a punch, huh?" he joked, although I wasn't sure what he found funny about whatever Jonas had done.

"What did he do to me?" I asked seriously.

"I don't think I'm supposed to say," he admitted guiltily.

"Why not? What could I possibly do if you told me?" I asked, shaking my chained wrist for emphasis.

He was quiet for a moment and I found myself wondering what his role was in this. Was he just following his father's orders, or did he agree with what Jonas and Elijah were doing? Did he actually feel remorse for having helped kidnap a teenage girl, or was he more bothered that he had to be involved?

"He cast a spell."

Luka glanced back at the door, obviously worried about someone overhearing us.

"A spell?" I asked incredulously.

Of all the reasons I had expected him to say, witchcraft was not among them. He nodded at me, although his gaze was still directed at the door. I knew that I wasn't a threat to him, but it annoyed me that he was confident enough to keep his back turned for so long.

"Like a witch?" I prompted, only half-serious.

I needed to regain his attention if I was going to get any information out of him. Regardless of how hopeless the situation might seem, there was still a chance and the more I knew, the better it would be. Not to mention that it gave me a goal to keep my mind preoccupied. I doubted there would be any good books hidden in that bag. I didn't even have a bathroom.

I dreaded the moment I would have to go. The chains kept me too close to the wall and I would have to relieve myself very close-by.

I was surprised by the serious look on his face as he finally turned back toward me.

"Yes."

I waited for a laugh or a smile—anything. After a few seconds of silence in which his expression didn't change, I realized he wasn't joking.

"How—"

"Luka."

The conversation stalled as Jonas made his presence known—that simple utterance of Luka's name serving as an order more than a greeting.

"Coming." Luka hurriedly pushed the supplies closer to me before leaving the room.

Jonas remained for a moment, staring at me in silence. I got the feeling that he really disliked me—at least, more than the others—although I didn't really know why. It was an odd thing to notice about a kidnapper but between Luka's guilty stares and Elijah's polite attitude, it became obvious.

I waited until I was once again locked in before opening the bag. There was a change of clothes like Luka had mentioned, although I was surprised to see that they had obviously belonged to a girl who had worn them well. I began to wonder who else was waiting outside this room and if they knew I was here.

I still didn't have any answers as to why I was here, but I now knew how they had managed to take me—sort of.

Witchcraft.

I almost wanted to laugh at the idea, but despite the very real possibility of my captors being psychologically ill, I couldn't.

After everything I had seen while dating a vampire—I tried to quell the pain that thought brought—how could I scoff at the idea of witches?

For a brief moment, I had wondered if vampires were involved, but quickly dismissed that idea upon seeing my captors. While Elijah was attractive and his skin could be considered fair, he was nowhere near as pale as a vampire.

Besides, a vampire wouldn't have bothered to chain me up in some basement.

No, despite how odd the notion seemed, I had been kidnapped by witches.

I didn't know why I was here, but I knew they needed me for something. Although the situation looked very bleak locked away in this cold room, I knew that until they used me for whatever they were planning, I would be kept alive.

That thought, which should have been comforting, only made my stomach churn.

When they finally got what they needed out of me, there would probably be no reason to keep me alive.

I stared at the soup for a beat longer before shifting back toward the wall to curl into a fetal position. The constricting position and the cold wall pressed up against my back provided a familiarity that helped lull me to sleep.

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