Damon walked into the diner and looked around. The place was deserted, and it was eerily silent.
"Elizabeth?" he called and his voice echoed.
He got no response.
"Elizabeth? Are you here?"
He walked around the diner and opened the door that lead to the back, where Elizabeth had disappeared yesterday after their argument about Elena.
It led to a small staircase.
"Elizabeth?" he walked up the stairs and opened the door at the top. Inside was what appeared to be a small, dark apartment.
"Hello?" he called, walking around.
"Elizabeth? Could I borrow some blood from you?"
Still he got no answer, so he shrugged and decided to walk over to the fridge, opening it.
Inside were several blood bags, and he felt his fangs extend at the sight.
"Jackpot-" he had started to say before a hand covered his mouth, and something was stabbed into his shoulder blade.
He grunted, collapsing to the floor. His eyes began to blur, and he could just make out the figure of a man before everything went dark.
VvvvV
Elena was just finishing off her pancakes when she heard the door downstairs open.
"Damon?" she called.
When he didn't answer, she put the tray off to the side and got out of bed, walking over to the door and opening it.
"Damon?" she called again, glancing around in the halls.
Something flew past her face at vampiric speed, and she grinned.
"Oh," she said. "I see how it is. You want to play, do you…?"
But her playful expression fell away when he stopped running in front of her.
Because it wasn't Damon at all.
"Hello, Elena."
She gasped and backed up a few steps.
"Stefan? H-how did you find me…?"
Stefan was grinning that very evil grinned he had recently acquired.
"I have a better question; since when do you play with Damon?"
Elena blushed.
"I…"
Stefan shrugged.
"You don't have to explain. I'm happy for you! It's good to know you were happy before it happened."
Fear engulfed Elena as she backed into the wall.
"Before… before what happened?"
Stefan shrugged again.
"This."
Before she could say anything else, he whacked her across the face.
Elena immediately lost consciousness, falling in a heap to the floor.
Stefan grinned.
"You're so pretty when you're unconscious."
He then picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carrying her out into the cold morning.