Hey everybody :) I hope you liked that last chapter! I'm sorry I didn't have time to respond to all of the reviews, but I'm soooo thankful for them! I hope that this chapter makes up for it :) So here it is, chapter 18!

"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.'

Peter looked at the sobbing girl and laid her under him on the bed. He kissed her gently on the lips, tasting the salt from her tears. She gasped, petrified, but it granted him entrance into her mouth. He deepened the kiss, and every time she tried to pull away he would just pull her closer. "Finally, we can be together without any distractions", he whispered into her mouth. But he quickly tired of this, and took it further.

He began trailing light kisses down her jaw to her neck. Laying a long kiss on her throbbing pulse, he trailed down further, kissing the skin on her chest not covered up by her blouse. Slowing, he reached his hands up and began to unbutton her shirt, and she squirmed underneath him, trying frantically to get away.

But he would have none of it. Soon, her shirt was off and she was laying under him in her jeans and silky pink bra. Tears ran down her face, but she was numb. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Stefan instead of this jackass. Peter gave open-mouthed kisses to her breasts—the parts left uncovered by the undergarment. Slowly, his kisses began growing more and more frantic, and Elena could sense what was about to happen. Instead of kisses, his touches became nibbles as he bit the flesh of her chest, leaving small marks as he went.

The dull-tooth kisses became sharper and sharper as he worked his way back up to her neck. When he hit the location of her vein, instead of laying a kiss like he had on his way down, the veins grew around his eyes and his fangs elongated as he bit down viciously onto her throat. She let out a tortured gasp as the tears flowed freely down her face.

He drank in her life's essence as if it were a fine wine—aged for hundreds of years. Elena wanted more than anything in the world to stake him, but had nothing handy. And if she had, she would have blown her cover—so when Stefan and Damon came to get her she would probably already be dead. So she endured the pain of having her blood sucked out against her will, unable to fight or scream.

After an agonizingly long amount of time, he pulled away and sat up. Slowly getting off the bed, he walked through the room and out the door, leaving Elena on the bed in a daze from the drugs and blood-loss. Her blood had been just as delicious as the last time he had taken it, and it was made even more delicious by her inability to fight or call for help. He thought to himself as he walked down the hallway of the hotel, 'Oh, is this going to be fun." He exited the building without so much as a look back, thinking that the girl would not be able to leave. Boy, was he wrong.

"Damn it, Bonnie! Pick up! PICK UP!" Stefan yelled into the phone as Damon drove down the road in the old Toyota they had compelled from its owner. Stefan had been unable to hotwire Elena's car—Peter having swiped the keys to prevent them from leaving—and it gave him another reason to hate the cars of the twenty-first century.

It was midnight, and Stefan hoped to god that Bonnie was still awake. He had been trying to get a hold of her for over twenty minutes, knowing that she was their only chance of finding Elena. After having the phone ring eight times, Bonnie finally picked up. He heard a laugh in the background, and it sounded like… Jeremy? If he hadn't been so worried he probably would have thought about that a bit longer, but didn't have the time or energy.

"Haha, shutup!" Bonnie giggled in the background, "Hey, Stefan. What's up?"

"Bonnie, I need you to do a locator spell for Elena NOW", Stefan said urgently.

"Wait, what happened?" Bonnie said frantically, realizing that this was serious, "Where's Elena?"

"She was kidnapped by that jack-ass of a vampire, Peter, tonight. We just need you to figure out where she is so we can go rescue her", Damon yelled at the now upset witch.

"Okay, it'll take me a few minutes to get the supplies, but I'll call back in a minute with a location", Bonnie promised, then hung up on the boys. She turned around to Jeremy, who had been barraging her with questions since her mood change on the phone.

"What the hell is going on, Bonnie?" Jeremy asked.

"Elena's been kidnapped. Again. I have to do a locator spell for her—go get me a knife from the kitchen while I get a few things", Bonnie commanded. Jeremy dashed down the stairs and came up a minute later with the knife, and noticed that Bonnie had grabbed a map, candle, and the grimoire. But along with that, she had a picture of Elena that she had in her hands when he ran through the door.

"What's that for?" he asked regarding the picture.

"I can try to get a general location for her if I hold this and focus, then we can get a more exact location on the map. Who knows if Peter brought her to an old mansion in the middle of nowhere this time?" Bonnie held the picture and thought of Elena, trying to figure out where she was. Suddenly she got an image.

Peter was walking out of a huge hotel. He walked up to the valet, and the man went to grab his huge Mercedes SUV. A few minutes later, he brought the car up to the vampire, and wiped something off of his shirt.

"I know where they are", Bonnie stated, "The Gaylord Opryland Hotel in Nashville."

"How do you know?" Jeremy asked, thinking it odd that she hadn't even had to do a spell.

"I saw an image of Peter walking out of a building and picking up his car…the valet had on a polo with the name 'Gaylord Opryland' in the corner. That's where they are." She picked up the phone and quickly dialed Stefan's number. He picked up before the phone even rang.

"The Gaylord Opryland Hotel", Bonnie relayed.

"What? He brought her there?" Stefan asked, knowing how big that hotel was.

"Yeah, I saw a vision of him picking up a Mercedes, and the valet's shirt had that name on it."

"Thanks, Bonnie. We'll call you when we've got her safe and sound."

"Okay, bye. Oh! And Stefan?" Bonnie said questioningly

"Yeah, Bonnie?"

"Be careful. Elena said that he threw you out a window last time. So just…don't get yourself killed, okay?" Bonnie told him.

"We can't, Bonnie. It's against the rules." And with that, he hung up as Damon and him drove off towards Nashville, to save the love of their lives.

I hope you guys liked it! I was kind of out of my element during Peter & Elena's scene, so tell me anything I could do better, or anything you liked! It all helps in the long run :) We're almost done w/ the Peter chapter :) so its gonna be a wild ride for the next couple of chapters :) But I still have PLENTY to write, so this story isn't ending anytime soon! Anyways, feedback is love people, so read & review!

-kiki :)

btw: only 13 more days until "Know thy Enemy"! That's less than two weeks, people :D who's excited?