Hey, everybody :) I hope you liked the last chapter, it was pretty fun to write! Like I said, if anybody wants the scenes from the timeout, I'll do it then end in a "deleted scenes" section :) Anyways, I hope this one's just as good, so here you go! Chapter 17 :)

She opened her mouth to scream, but Peter clasped his hand over her mouth before any sound could come out. Her keys and phone dropped to the ground, and the vampire ripped her purse away from her as he moved behind her again, one arm constricted around her waist and the other still clamped over her mouth. She screamed for Stefan into his hand as he talked, "You know, you really pissed me off when you stabbed me yesterday. I may have been nice then, but I will not do the same now. So stop struggling and come, that way nobody gets hurt."

But Elena was a stubborn one, and she struggled even harder when he said this, even as his arms restricted her even more. She was kicking and screaming harder than she had ever struggled, and when he released his arm from her it barely registered. Suddenly, she felt a sharp sting in her arm, and her vision began to blur. As the drug began to pull her under, her struggles began to cease. Her vision grew blurrier and blurrier as she felt herself being picked up by her attacker. He carried her to the new Mercedes and shoved her into the back. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Peter slamming the door to the car, before getting in the front seat and driving off into the darkness.

Stefan and Damon walked out of the bar, joking and getting along like most brothers do. Stefan looked towards the back of the lot where the car was parked, and noticed that the lights weren't on. "Didn't Elena say she was going to go start the car?" Stefan asked, puzzled, worry growing in him the closer they got to the car.

Damon stopped walking, and looked up. "Maybe she's just sitting in the car?" he suggested, knowing how stupid it sounded.

"I don't think so", Stefan muttered as he sped towards the car. Damon was close behind him, and almost slammed into him when Stefan stopped cold in his tracks. "What the hell, Stefan?" Damon exclaimed, then looked down at what Stefan was gazing at—Elena's purse. "Oh, shit…" Damon mumbled, watching as Stefan leaned down to pick up the bag.

He dumped out the contents, looking for one thing in particular. Brush, lotion, wallet, nail-file—it was all in there, everything except her keys. Damon realized this at the same time and began to look around for them, but found her phone, instead. It was about ten feet away from the purse, turned off with a huge crack running down the screen. Damon pressed the power button, and waited for the phone to turn on.

Once the phone had powered on, Damon realized there was one missed call and a message on voicemail. He dialed, hoping to find out who had kidnapped her, and discovered the culprit. "Stefan, you're gonna want to hear this", Damon yelled to his brother, who was trying to hotwire the car to no avail. Stefan ran over to Damon and listened to Peter's message.

"I have taken your precious Elena. I hope you said your goodbyes, because you're never going to see her again. If you try to find us, I will drain her dry before you can even lay a hand on her."

Stefan threw the phone across the parking lot, and it hit the old Toyota with a crash and a series of sparks. Under normal circumstances, Stefan would have been sorry for hurting the car, but what was one more scratch on that old piece of junk? And besides, these sure as hell weren't any normal circumstances. He looked up at his brother, who was looking as worried and pissed off as he was, and simply said, "We've got to save her."

Her eyes fluttered open. Elena felt like every part of her body weighed one-thousand tons. Her head was spinning, and she couldn't see straight. 'Where the hell am I?' she thought, then it all came back to her in a flood of memories. The alcohol, the parking lot, the breeze, Peter, and the needle. She gasped and tried to sit up, but realized that her arms were tied behind her back.

She looked around the room frantically, trying to figure out where she was. There were two queen-beds, a TV, a desk, and a few lamps. Everything was very monotonous—a boring shade of beige—and she guessed that she was in a hotel of some sorts. She was tied up in the corner of the room on what appeared to be a couch, and realized that there was a window right next to her.

She knew that she needed to get out of the room and figure out where she was if she wanted to survive, but the ropes were tied too tight. Struggling to loosen them, she fell off the couch and pain instantly shot through her entire body. 'Dumb-ass drugs! How the hell did Jeremy find them fun?' she thought as she tried to stand up. Her legs were shaky, and with no hands to help pull her up, she fell down almost immediately.

Giving up on that venture, looked around the room for something that might help her out of the ropes. With a small grin, she noticed a knife on the bedside table—the only issue was how to get to it. She pulled herself onto her knees, and inched over to the table. Getting up onto the bed to steady herself, she grabbed the knife and began an attempt at cutting away the ropes.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed her and shoved her into the wall with the knife at her throat. She managed to get a strangled scream out before she realized that she had a good reason to scream. Peter was glaring at her, totally vamped-out. "You will not try anything like that again", he growled, thinking that she was being compelled, "You will behave, and will not scream—no matter what I do to you. Do you understand?"

Again, she feigned compelling with a monotonous "I understand", and he immediately removed the knife from her neck and let his face return to normal, still holding on to her with an iron grip. He leaned in towards her neck, smelled her throat, and closed his eyes as if he were in complete bliss.

"I'm sorry I had to drug you", he said sincerely, his voice softening, "but how can I have my fun if you tried to run? I couldn't have you running back to the arms of that idiot, now could I?" Tears began to roll down Elena's face as she realized she would probably never see Stefan again. "Oh, don't be sad, my pet. We'll have tons of fun! Well…I will", he promised, only making her more upset. 'If she's this upset now, wait until she sees what's in store for the rest of the night', he thought evilly to himself, 'There's no way she is going to survive.'

So, we see a bit of a softer side to Peter. Well, as soft as an evil, kidnapping vampire can be :) I hope you liked it, and as always! Feedback is love, people-so read and review!

-kiki :)

btw: 17 more days left :P