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Chapter 2

Aria's POV-

There was a dull pain in the back of my head. I stood up and swayed a little to the right, I grabbed onto the armrest of the couch I was laying on. The pain eased up a little from a jack hammer inside my head to a dull throb. I was in a big room, the ceiling was high with a dusty chandelier hanging from it. The furniture was covered and the deep red curtains were pulled tightly closed. There were books with hard covers scattered across the floor, there was a fireplace but no fire or wood anywhere. The room smelled old and musty. I walked over to the big double doors and tried the door handle. Locked. Of course.

I banged on the door to no avail. I spun around slowly taking in my surroundings, window maybe? The windows were bolted shut and even if I smashed it, there's nowhere to help me climb down from the looks of it and I was on the second story, so it would be a big drop and I would probably break something. I walked slowly and carefully to the doors, I kicked it and kicked. Barely even making a dent. Maybe I should have taken Ric's training more seriously.

"Help!" I was resorting to the mistake all the girls made in horror movies. I was yelling when I should just shut up. At least I wasn't following that creepy noise, that in the end leads you straight to the killer and then I guess it doesn't matter if you followed the noise because you would be dead. I was pounding on the door when I heard something downstairs. It sounded like footsteps. They were heading this way.

I stepped back from the door just as it was kicked off of its hinges. There stood a very, very, VERY, pissed off vampire. His face was like I had seen countless others, dark veins under their red eyes and their fangs extended. His face changed back to normal, easing some of my hair that was probably coming off of me in waves. He had dark, floppy hair, eyes so dark you couldn't tell if they were dark brown or black, he was wearing a very expensive suit except his black button down dress shirt had a tear in it and it was stained red, blood.

"Who are you?" was all that I could say, but instead of coming out strong, it came out as a feeble squeak.

"I'm Elijah." He said, his voice was deep and smooth, and it had a British accent. "And you are?"

Should I tell him who I was or should I just find something made of wood and stake him with it. But by the looks of him, somebody had already tried, and failed. Big time.

Then it occurred to me, the only reason I would be here is if Elena was here. "Where's Elena?" if demanded.

"Well, the Salvatore's came. Took her. Staked me. As you can see it did not work. Now I ask you again. What is your name?" he said calmly as if he wasn't a vampire that had just gotten staked and wasn't dead.

Wait. If Stefan and Damon were here then why didn't they save me? "I'm Aria Gilbert."

Elijah looked shocked to hear my name. "Are you Elena's sister?"

"Twin." It was true we looked absolutely nothing alike. I couldn't blame him for not already knowing.

"And they left you here?" he raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Defenceless?"

"Well, I'm quite resourceful." I wasn't defenceless, I bet I could take him down. The thought nearly made me laugh because it was so ridiculous.

"I bet you are?"

"So are you gonna kill me or what?" I was curious. He wasn't eating me, instead we were making polite chit chat.

"I'm not going to kill you."

"Oh, that's good." I nodded, I feigned nonchalance, but I was excited by the fact that I would live to see another day. "So, um, seeing as your creepy clown kidnaped me… do you think you could give me a ride back to town?" I asked, this was such a bad idea, I knew it. But a girl has to do what a girl has to do.

He nodded and led me to a very fancy car. A Mazda maybe?

I was sitting in the passenger seat while he was driving. "So who staked you?" I said trying to break the awkward tension that hung thick in the air, I could almost see it.

Elijah looked down at his top. "Damon." I nodded. Typical Damon.

"So why exactly did your vamp buddies kidnap me and my sister, its illegal you know?" not that the law really applied to him.

"You shouldn't worry about that right now." I shrugged my shoulders. "Before I take you home, I have a few errands to run."

"Like what?"

"You'll see."

"You're so vague. It's annoying." I told him honestly. An idea popped into my head. "I need to go to the bathroom." I said quickly. Elijah sighed and pulled into a mall parking lot. "I won't be long." I got out of the car as quickly as possible and tried not to act suspicious. I walked into the mall and out of sight, from there I ran. I found another exit and ran down the stairs. Suddenly I collided with a hard chest. So firm. He obviously worked out.

"You gotta be kidding me! You couldn't even give me five minutes?" I whined in frustration feeling the urge to stamp my foot like a three year old. He just laughed at me. A deep sound. Silky almost. It made me feel warm, like milk.

I got back into the car. "You should put your seat belt on." Elijah said. I never wore a seatbelt. Which probably wasn't safe. But I wasn't like Elena after our parents died. I wasn't afraid of cars. Instead I was probably more reckless in them, which was maybe why Elena refused to drive with me.

"How about you put your seat belt on." He wasn't wearing one either.

"I'm indestructible, you're not."

"Geez way to rub it in." I said sarcastically. Elijah parked the car near a café. Through the window there was Damon standing there talking with a woman and a man.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, truthfully, I was pissed. They had saved Elena and nearly, almost killed Elijah, yet they still couldn't save me? Bullshit. They were just assholes.

"Do you have any change?" he asked looking at me. I shook my head no and looked to the left. There was busker who was facing away so I quickly grabbed a handful of silver coins. I handed them to him, our hands brushing, imaginary sparks flying between us.

He switched the coins from hand to hand, he suddenly throwing them at the window making it shatter, and I flinched at the suddenness and looked sideways at Elijah. I saw Damon flash off with the woman. We got back into his car and sped away.

The car stopped at a building, we walked up a flight of stairs before we got to a door where the door opened to reveal a man in his forties, he had on square glasses and he had a light stubble and his hair was short and his eyes a dark chocolate brown and he had dark skin just darker than caramel. He opened the door wider and Elijah walked in with me following carefully behind. For some reason I stuck close to Elijah, the man gave off an aura that screamed power, I don't think he was more powerful than Elijah but he scared me more, maybe it was because Elijah had been nothing but nice. But for whatever reason I trusted him. It's probably a stupid part on my part.

"Who are you?" I asked, sounding confident.

"I'm a warlock. Jonas." He held out his hand and I carefully took it and gave it a quick shake.

Elijah turned around to leave, "wait, where are you going?" I asked, half wanting to go with him the other half wanting to run once he was gone.

"I have things to do, but don't worry. I'll be back soon, and then I'll take you home." I nodded and he was gone.

"So… you got anything to eat?" was the first thing out of my mouth.

I ended up eating a box of chunky monkey cereal. It had been about an hour and Elijah still wasn't here. I put the box away and laid down on Jonas' couch and soon I closed my eyes.

I felt a cool hand against my cheek, almost a caress. The hand was gone and my eyes fluttered open. I saw that it had only been twenty minutes of sleep. Elijah was standing at Jonas' bookshelf. It was his hand. I could still feel the trail of fire his cool hand left even after it was gone.

"Time to go yet?" I whined, I was getting annoyed.

We pulled up to my house and we both got out.

Elijah leaned down and kissed my forehead his lips lingering, he smelled like rain and earth and a faint scent of cologne that I can't describe but it smelled so good. It smelled of Elijah. My hands rested on his strong shoulders, I could feel his muscles underneath his jacket. He was so warm. I felt safe with him.

Close up his eyes weren't as dark as I thought they were in fact they were a milky brown colour.

He stepped away taking away his warmth and safety. I looked up at his face and he smiled down at me, he was so much taller than me. He got into his car and I waved goodbye to him as he drove off. I turned around and saw my childhood home. I walked up the cement pathway and paused at my door, I slowly turned the doorknob and stepped across the threshold. Nothing had changed.

I walked up the stairs and entered my bedroom. Still the same blue drapes, same cluttered white desk, the book I was reading still lay on my bed. Everything was the same. But everything felt different. I laid down and sighed as the softness of my bed relaxed my tense muscles.

I surrendered to the serenity that came and fell asleep without a care in the world, feeling at peace.