Digging a Grave Part 1

He stood for a moment before the place where she was taken, snatched away, before his brain registered that he could not hear her heart beat any more. He was frozen for those precious seconds, his mind twenty paces in front of his body, as he tried to understand what had just happened. He had always prided himself on his mental control but he could not stop the images which showed them-selves now. They were images of Bonnie, some of her dead, and the one's where she was alive were impossible to catch as they fluttered before his mind's eye. Only images of her pale, limp, still body stuck.

This was his fault. If it weren't for his proposal, Bonnie would be with Elena and she would be safe. Even as much as he despised Elena for interfering where she had no business, he could admit to anyone who asked that maybe he should have known the powers that be would never let him find happiness when he had done so much wrong. The least he could do was try to show them that he was sorry for it all.

Elena was sat at the kitchen counter when Damon let himself in to the house, and her back stiffened in her chair when she sensed him approach. Meredith was further into the room, but she too had stopped what she was doing, which had been scrubbing dishes in the sink. The silence was palpable in the small space, and Damon shaped it with his fingers. "Elena," he said, the animosity in his voice crystal clear, "Something has happened to Bonnie."

She couldn't speak, because if she opened her mouth she would say that she had seen this coming, but it was Bonnie who could see the future.

Bonnie felt the dark before she saw it, and when she opened her eyes it was all around her. Cold prickled her skin and created the sensation of spiders crawling all up her arms. She swiped at these imaginary insects, batting the goosebumps on her skin, and hoped that they would all drop off as she ran. She didn't know where she was running to, or from what she was running, but something inhuman had forced her into these shadows. If it was inhuman, the chances were that however fast she ran, how long she ran for, she had no chance in this dark forest.

She ran into something solid and she stumbled backwards blindly, twigs breaking beneath her feet, but the thing before her caught her wrist and laughed throatily. Her first reaction to the sound was relief, surely nothing that wanted to hurt her would laugh about it, but the tightness of the things grip felt as if it were sending her heart into overdrive.

He hit Elena, hard enough that he was sure to break something, and the next thing he knew she was flying back into the darkness. He growled, but that was all he was capable of, at least until he had control of his rage. He could do so much more when he was as p*ssed as this, but most of those things would not help him to get his red bird back. Blood seeped from Elena's mouth and dribbled miserably down her chin.

"You do know that Tyler's a effing' werewolf, right?" Damon asked, his voice even more chipper than usual, "You know he doesn't give a damn what happens either way. What did he want in exchange for this little favour, I wonder?"

Elena turned her face to his and the lines tightened around her lips, "He hates vampires, does he need any more of a reason to hunt Bonnie down?" She moved away from him almost in a dance, her face averted for a moment as if she wanted to hide some emotion that was playing across her face. When she turned back to him, her expression was the cool, emotionless mask which seemed as wicked as a grin in the face of destruction. "It's her own fault anyway."

He hit her again, harder than ever before, because if it wasn't his fault this had happened, it was definitely Elena's.

"Where is she, Elena?" he breathed onto her neck; he saw her gulp and her fear only fed his lust to find her. "Tell me..."

"The Graveyard." She whispered

"You like dead guys, I'm gonna take you to some dead guys," Tyler promised in response to her question, where was he taking her? "Not near the Lockwood graves, don't want to mess them up," he gave a short bark of laughter, "I'm afraid we're going deeper than anyone has gone in a long time – to the old cemetry."