Chapter 9

"Do you know how gullible you are? You didn't even bother to check and make sure that I was leading you to the correct vehicle." Katherine sneers. I swallow the pool on spit in my mouth. I want to just puke all over her dash board.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask terrified. "Are you going to kill me?"

"No…not yet anyways." She says keeping her eyes on the road. "You're just a game piece right now. Nothing more nothing less." I'm a game piece? I guess that's better than being dinner.

I glance around the vehicle. There are no locks, no chains, no ropes, and no tape. There isn't anything as all to keep me contained. She doesn't need these extra weights. She has razor sharp fangs, a craving for my blood, super human speed and strength, and about five-hundred and twenty years on me. I whip back around to see Katherine staring at me. She's studying my face, my body, my hair. I shoot her a confused look and let her continue to drive in silence. "I don't understand it."

"Understand what?" I ask gulping nervously.

"Damon fell in love with you. You're not nearly of pretty as I am. His standards have dropped. At least I knew he still had taste when he fell for Elena. You…not that pretty."

I feel a boil of anger rage in my stomach, trying to burst. I clench my fists, wanting to rip out her hair. I know I'm not as pretty as her but I never found myself ugly. I've always at least thought I was pretty! Who is she to be telling me whether or not I am good looking? I feel the urge to claw her eyes out of her gorgeous skull but, decide against it. I relax my fists and ignore her mean comments.

I look behind us and Damon's car is about thirty feet behind us. Katherine, noticing the same thing sets her foot flat on the gas. I fly back in my seat, chest out and wind whipping through my hair. The top of her convertible is down and the cold night wind attacks me from all sides, making me cold. I feel a heavy blanket land on my lap. I look up curious as Katherine keeps driving as if this never happened.

"Look, you need to help me." Katherine looks from me to her rear view mirror. I snuggle into the blanket and look over at her. "If I want my plan to work, I've got to make Damon think that you are in real danger. First, we need to lose them and then we can set up a scene that they will find that will make them chase you. Grab that bottle of blood in the back seat." I reach over, doing as I'm told. "Buckle up, I'm going to do a lot of weaving."

"Wait, so let me get this straight. We are going to lose them… Then we are going to set them up to find us again?"

"Very good Human." She rolls her eyes as we begin zigzagging through the thick traffic. We fly off the road to a gas station. I hand her the bottle and she holds her hand out longer. I don't know what she wants from me. She finally just grabs my wrist and cuts it open with her nail. I wince and watch her lace my blood with the blood that is already there.

Once she's had enough, she tosses me a bandage and she struts up to the wall. I watch as she writes on the gray wall with the mixed blood. I stare in shock at what she is writing. I wrap my wrist as she smiles up at her work.

If you want your little human back, come get her. Before I get hungry again…

-Kat

"The blood is a mix of your own and cat blood." Katherine explains, opening my door. "I mixed it with your blood so that Damon will be able to pick up on the scent of it and they will believe it is yours. Let's go, I have a different car waiting for us over there." I follow her, staring at the black Mercedes that's parked a few spaces over. Katherine shoves me into the back seat and she begins to drive again. "Get some sleep. I don't know what the next few days are going to bring."

I lay in the back seat of her, most likely, stolen car trying to figure out what I'm going to do. There isn't really much I can do… If I try to escape I'm most likely going to be killed. If I don't, I'm still going to be killed… If I just do as she says maybe I can prolong my life.

"We're here human." Katherine snarls opening the car door. I sit up erect completely confused. I hadn't even realized that the car had stopped moving. I study my surroundings and just as Katherine had said, the car is still and we are in the parking lot of what looks like a very large home. I look down at my watch and it's been five hours since I was kidnapped by Katherine. I must have nodded off somewhere along the way.

"Where exactly is 'here'?" I ask as a dangerously tight grip tightens around my bicep. She doesn't answer my question as she drags me across the driveway. Pebbles and dirt grind into my knees. I try to get my footing so that I can walk but her pace is much too fast for me to do anything about it. I just let the old bitch drag me along until we hit a set of stairs. Then the wood jabs splinters into my skin. I have to purse my lips tight to keep the whimpers of pain from being released from my mouth. I'm trailed along after Katherine all through the house until we reach a long dark hallway. Finally I'm allowed to walk on my own again.

"This door right here." Katherine commands, pointing through the open doorframe. I look at her hard, noticing that the actual door is made of metal. "Get in!" She growls pushing me into the room roughly. I face plant it and Katherine slams the door shut, leaving me alone in darkness.

I manage to get up on my feet, a pounding ache in my shins. I walk aimlessly until I feel myself run into the cold metal of the door. I run my hands along the wall until I feel the contours of a light switch. I quickly flick it up, expecting the worst from my prison. The lights go up and I gasp.

This place isn't so bad. It's a one room apartment. The walls are painted white, decorated by paintings. There is a television sitting on a coffee table right in from of a black leather couch over by the living room part of the room. There is a kitchen with a fridge, pantry, stove, oven, and microwave. There is a door that leads into a complete bathroom toilet to shower. Then in the back corner of the room is a large king sized bed. The spread is white and ruffley, looking like a princess bed. Why would Katherine give me such a nice room?

You're just a game piece for now. Nothing more, nothing less. I recall her words to me on our drive down here. I guess she isn't planning on torturing me as I had once thought. She's still a self-crazed vain crazy manipulative bitch though.

I look down at my ring that Damon had given to me for my birthday. I smile and sit down on my couch. Damon will find me and he'll save me from Katherine. I know him, when it comes to love he'll do anything for it. He wouldn't abandon me here with her. I saw his car following us and I know that the last time I ever have seen Damon will not have been in Katherine's rear-view mirror.