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Felt kinda bleh about this chapter, but ah well I guess. Here it is, Chapter 8!

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"Stefan!" I yelled through the doorway. As soon as I heard the crash onto the floor, I bolted from my seat, only to be stopped by this damned barrier.

"Stefan, what's going on?" I heard a loud gasp of breath and a few 'thank God's' from Stefan, as I assumed Bonnie was now breathing. Clearly, Stefan wasn't going to answer me, so I settled on eavesdropping.

"Bonnie, are you okay?" Stefan asked.

"Oh my God," Bonnie murmered.

"What is it, Bonnie? What happened?" Ugh, this was driving me nuts.

"Bonnie, please invite me. I can help," I said. I could practically hear her eyes roll in their sockets, but she consented and I hopped inside. Bonnie was sitting on the floor, her eyes red and puffy, tears slipping down her cheeks. She looked up at me and shook her head, apolegetically.

"What happened?" I asked softly as I lifted Bonnie onto the couch. She wrung her hands and shook her head.

"I don't know," she said. "I was in some sort of trance or something. I could feel what she was feeling and see what she was seeing."

She took a ragged breath.

"She was being tortured, Damon," she said and it was then that I noticed the large red marks on her wrists. My tempor flared and I saw red.

"Oh, if I get my hands on that basterd," I spat and I paced the floor, running an agitated hand through my damp hair. "I'm going to kill whoever's doing this."

"He was threatening her with biting her and all I could feel was ropes tightening around my wrist, slowly and painfully. And then another man came into the room and said it was time to leave; that he was ready for her."

"He? He who?" I asked.

She shook her head again. "I don't know. It ended there."

I turned my eyes to Stefan, his face washed in pain. He stood from he seat and came to stand next to me, gripping my shoulder.

"We're gonna get her back," he said, nodding his head. I returned his nod and looked at Bonnie.

"Did you get a location on her?"

She shrugged as she dug through the papers on the table. "I don't think so, Damon. I mean, something went wrong and it wasn't a locator spell liked I'd planned. But, I did notice that the house she was in was very old and I smelled flowers and I could see open fields through the open window. I don't know if that helps, but it's all I've got. I'm sorry," she said, her eyes brimming with tears.

I gave her a reassuring look. "That's good enough, Bonnie. Thank you."

Her eyes widened at my apology, but she nodded slowly.

"Wait," she said, suddenly. "I can try again."

I nodded as she began to rummage through the spell book again. Settling on a page writted in god-awful jibberish, she bagan to recite a bunch of shit I didn't understand. Her eyes opened slowly and her mouth fell open. She took in a raspy breath and closed her eyes again.

"There moving," she said, finally. "They've left Virginia; it seems like their driving on numerous back roads. It's kinda hard to get an exact location."

I rolled my eyes dramatically and rubbed my hand over my face.

"Hold on," she said as she stared into the distance. "They just passed... Oh my God, Damon! I know where she is!"

"That's great, Bonnie; where is she?" I asked, impatiently.

"I can't really explain it," she said, turning her eyes to meet mine. "I'm gonna have to show you."

"Wonderful," I huffed. "I'm driving." I turned, not waiting for them, and walked out the door.

I'm on my way, Elena.

Why was this always happening to me? I thought as I stared out of the window. Trees and fields zipped past, but I could differentiate between anything anymore. My eyes burned; I was so tired. I didn't want to sleep, for fear of missing something important. Daniel had said that this Klaus person needed me for a sacrifice to lift an ancient curse. Wonderful, I grimaced. If I wasn't so hell bent on not becoming Katherine, I could've just... Oh no, Elena. Katherine was evil. You don't want to be Katherine.

Before I could dwell on Katherine some more, my captures were pulling the car off to the side of a lone, dusty road.

Daniel turned an excited face towards me.

"Here we are," he said, turning to get out of the car.

"Where's here?" I asked as I watched Daniel walk around the car and open my door. He knelt down to untie my ankles and I breathed a sigh of relief that the horrible ropes were no longer digging into my skin. My other capture, Jeff, exited the car and leaned casually against the closed door.

"This is where we wait for Klaus," he said matter of factly.

Daniel untied my wrists and gave me a wary look.

"You will not run," he said, looking into my eyes.

"I won't run," I repeated blankly, although my mind screamed for me to run; to get away as quick as I could.

"Good," he said, his voice more chipper than I was comfortable with.

He pulled the rope from my wrist, and I winced in pain. In the amount of time I'd been with them - and I really didn't know how long that was - I hadn't take a good look at my wounds. The cuts were deep and the air hitting them sent stings through my arms; blood trickled lightly from the cuts and I noticed that Daniel hadn't really taken his eyes off of them. I swallowed thickly and crossed my arms over my chest, tucking my hands under my arms. Daniel chuckled darkly and moved aside, motioning for me to get out. I didn't want to risk it, so I didn't what he wanted me to do. The wind whipped my hair around my face and the moon hung ominously in the sky, casting a glow about my face.

"How long to we wait?" I asked, breaking the silent tension.

"As long as it takes," Jeff replied, brushing me off.

I really hated these guys. No, wait, hate was literally the understatement of the century.

"Couldn't we at least go somewhere where there's, I don't know, lights maybe?" I asked, my tone on the verge of bitchy.

Daniel grabbed my shoulders and gripped tightly.

"Shut up," he said, compelling me again.

My mouth clamped shut, doing exactly what he said. Ugh, I really hated this guy. I hope we have to wait until the sun comes up and your ass bursts into flames, you dick!

Damon, where are you? You're supposed the drive up the road now in your Camaro and wisk me away, I thought as longing coursed through my veins. I wanted him to be here; I wanted him to save me like he's done so many times before.

I uncrossed my arms and turned around, opening the car door. If I was waiting for this Klaus-person, then I was not waiting outside. I slid inside and settled into the leather seat. Why couldn't I have a normal teenage life? Go to school, go on dates, go to prom, graduate; ya know, the normal stuff.

What the hell? Why not? I said mentally, deciding that if I was going to be stuck here, then I might as well keep myself busy.

Oh, Diary, I haven't written - er, talked to you in a while. Probably like a year. Well, a lot has happened since last year. Stefan and I broke up; that was probably the worst breakup I'd ever experience at that point. I was a total wreck. Caroline and Bonnie tried to get me to leave the house, but I wouldn't go anywhere with them. And when I did leave, it was to the boarding house where I found Damon instead of Stefan. Damon was understanding about the whole thing; well, as understanding as Damon could be. I don't know where Stefan went. Still don't know, but whatever.

Anyway, when I would leave and not go to the boarding house, I was going to endless amounts of parties. I reverted back to my old self; ya know, pre-death-of-parents Elena. It was fun for a while. It kept my mind off of things. I most likely consumed more alcohol on a daily basis than Damon would. That's a funny thought; I'm sure Damon is drinking right now. It's what he does best. Sex and alcohol. Oh, wait, I haven't gotten to that part yet. Shit, I'm going of course now. Where was I? Oh yeah, pre-Elena. So, I partied for a while - or, at least until Damon found out. I was plastered one night and I went to the boarding house and caused Damon a lot of trouble. I puked everywhere and he yelled at me the whole time about my morals and other shit like that. But, then, Diary, I didn't have any morals. I have done what Damon had when he first came to Mystic Falls; switched off my emotions. It was numbing and it helped.

Damon, he wasn't happy with my lack of emotions and told me to stop; that only made me do it more. He kept telling me to quit until one day, he stopped. It was the day that we'd - uhm, gotten together? I guess you could say that. Jenna was gone with Ric, Jeremy was off doing his own stuff and I was home alone with Jenna's wine cabinet. I drank until I heard someone knocking on my door at - maybe midnight? I don't really know. I stumbled over to the door and saw Damon. He asked me what I was doing and I was like, you and dragged him upstairs to my room.

My heart fluttered as my memory cleared up.

"Elena," Damon drawled as I pulled him up the stairs, "you're drunk. Again."

"Your point," I said, pulling him into my room, shutting and locking the door behind me.

"My point, Elena is that you're drunk and you don't know what you're doing right now," he said, trying to reason with me, but all I was thinking about was the fastest way to get his clothes off.

"If this is about Stefan, we can talk about," he said, his hands on top of my shoulders, squeezing them gently.

"I don't wanna talk," I said as I pushed his leather jacket from his shoulders.

"Elena," he said, trying to catch my hands.

"Damon, just shut up, okay? I want this," I said, " and so do you."

His blue eyes darken as he grabbed my face in his hands and brought his lips crashing down onto mine. I opened my mouth, deepening the kiss and moaned; he tasted like bourbon, but it was sweet. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirts until he moved them away and ripped the shirt, sending tiny buttons flying around my room. He slid the shirt from his arms and returned his hands to my face.

I broke the kiss, falling into a giggling mess. Confusion settled in his hazy, hooded eyes. I smirked devilishly at him as I pushed him back onto my bed, crawling up to his face.

"Mmm," I moaned, breathing in his wonderful cologne. "You smell great."

"So do you," he said, smirking as he flipped us over and hovered over me.

A tapping on the car window brought me out of my memories. I could see who it was, it was too dark. They tapped the window again, but then the door swung open and a hand outstretched from the darkness towards me.

"Come now, dear," a man's voice said softly, " we have places to be."

I didn't know why, but my legs began to slide me forward as my brain screamed for them to stay put. Before I knew it I was standing outside of the car, my hand clasped with the mysterious mans.

"You are very beautiful, Elena," he said, his voice as light as a feather. "Shall we?"

He placed his hand behind my back and began to lead my through the darkness. Suddenly, as if a light went off in my head, I knew exactly who this was.

Klaus.

Oh, the big bad has finally arrived :)

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