Author's Note: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! They make me so happy. :D

Okay, so after the chapter when Elijah admits his feelings to himself, I honestly had no idea what to do afterwards. So, I just wanted to say that JellyBear7 reviewed with an idea that encourages the continuation of this story. Thanks.

And I think this will be my longest chapter yet. ;) Yay. I thank smithsbabe65 for the inspirational and great advice. :)

And I'm sorry for the late update. :( School and all...and writer's block...and school drama

Previously: Elena wasn't there. She was gone.

Elena was sore. She tried to stretch, and found that she couldn't because her wrists were tied behind her back. In alarm, her eyes shot open.

She was stuck somewhere dark, somewhere she couldn't see. Elena realized that she was tied up, shoved somewhere small—and when she tried to scream—found that something was shoved in her mouth.

Oh, she was in the trunk of a car.

Elena panicked. Who would do something like this to her?

Elijah? No.

He had already had her. And Elijah didn't seem like the person to do it. And after all they went through—after how adorably sweet he treated her—he wouldn't just pull off something as twisted as this.

Her heart froze when realization hit her.

Klaus.

On the way to his house, Elijah had explained to her who that other vampire that attacked her was, and who sent him.

He also described how cruel and purely wicked Klaus was with his victims. Elijah told her that he only killed when he need to—when it was necessary, but Klaus murdered for fun and enjoyment.

And now Elena was fearful and afraid.

What would he do to her? Would he play with her before he killed her? Make her death ever so torturously long and agonizing?

And where was Elijah? What had he done to Elijah?

That's why Elena was surprised when the trunk of the car was opened to reveal Stefan's concerned face.

Stefan had taken me? Or is he rescuing me?

"Elena!" he cried, as he scooped her out of the small space. Stefan untied her quickly and pulled off the gag. He embraced her tightly, giving her kisses all over her face.

But, despite the situation, Elena found herself yearning for a different pair of arms.

And the close proximity with Stefan made her uncomfortable.

She tried to push him away. "Stefan—" Either he didn't hear her, or he ignored her. "Were you the one that took me? How did you find me?"

Stefan pulled back with a smile on his face. "Someone very generously helped Damon and me."

"And who was that?" she asked suspiciously.

Elena heard slow, casual footsteps behind me. She was afraid to turn around.

"Elena," Stefan announced almost proudly, "I want you to meet Klaus. He's the reason why you're safe right now."

She refused to turn around. It was like meeting death itself. Elena was terrified of what she would see.

The footsteps stopped. It was silent.

Eventually she gave in and spun, only to meet dark grey eyes—menacing, indeed—meet hers in a mischievous manner.

This Original vampire was nothing Elena had expected. He looked young—20 years old, at most—but in his eyes was proof that he was very, very old. His ash blond hair somehow made him look wise, and—even in jeans and a T-shirt—he seemed much more sophisticated than Elijah.

He held out his hand, grinning evilly. His pearly whites were exposed. "Hello, Elena. What a pleasure it is to finally meet you."

Elijah immediately panicked when he realized Elena was missing. He'd searched his own house—every corner, every inch—and she was absolutely nowhere in sight.

In his own frustration, he'd torn through one of the flimsy walls next to him, growling ferociously.

Klaus had taken her. He was sure of it.

Just when he had been planning his runaway with her—planning on risking his life to keep her safe, she was gone.

And Elijah was mad. No one messed with someone he loved.

He had to take action.

The first thing he did was call Drew, pulling out his cell phone. The dial went straight to voice message.

"Drew," he tried to announce in the calmest voice, "I'm going to require your assistance. The doppelganger—you know, the girl I brought in a couple days ago—well, she's been captured and I need your help to retrieve her. Ask no further questions."

He paused. "Oh bring your backup team. We're going to need as many vampires as we can get a hold of. And I'm not saying turn every human you see—"

Elijah ended up getting cut off by the message system.

Too impatient, he didn't waste another second. Refusing to wait for Drew to answer back, he sped over to where his friend subsided most of the time—a few doors down from his house.

"Drew," he called out when entering the house.

Elijah was immediately suspicious when he was met with silence. He wasn't in the living room. It wasn't often he didn't find his vampire friend lounging on the couch in front of the television set, with a beer in his left hand.

Drew's house was a closet compared to Elijah's house, but it was still pretty big. Drew usually spent most of his time in the living room or the dining room. His bedroom was for prop uses and the other rooms—guest rooms and bathrooms—were extras.

The whole time Elijah spent walking through the house, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched.

Oh well, he thought, it's probably another one of Klaus's messengers.

He stopped in front of the large refrigerator in the dining table. Might as well pull an act.

Elijah knew that Drew had an endless supply of blood bags. He opened to fridge to pull one out.

To his horror, a lifeless Drew fell out instead. The stake through the dead vampire's heart had been in there for a while. Elijah caught him in surprise.

That's when the attack happened.

Suddenly, several vampires seemed to appear out of nowhere, coming at Elijah from all sides.

But these were obviously not newbies. A few of them seemed to be almost as old as him.

A few of them he recognized. There was Darrel—Elijah dodged his punch—he was one of the young vampires he had trained during his army. Another vampire swung at him. The same went for Elizabeth.

Defending himself, Elijah grabbed the neck of one of the approaching vampires.

Elijah was too occupied with fighting the vampires in front of him, he didn't notice a blond figure creep behind him and—

—strike.

Elijah froze.

He felt a tear inside of him. It was like his soul was being ripped out of his body. Alarmed, he looked down.

Stabbed deep in his heart, was a certain special dagger dipped in white ash.

He felt himself weakening. Everything became blurry.

A familiar outline of a woman sauntered in front of him. He gasped, terrified at the sight in front of him.

"A-annabeth?" Elijah choked out, falling to his knees weakly at the same time.

The blond girl grinned at him. "Hey, cuz, long time no see."

Then he dropped. And Elijah was dead.

Okay, maybe not dead for good...you guys know how the dagger works. ;)

Duh Duh DA! If you didn't realize it, Annabeth is a relative of Elijah's from a LONG time ago.

Thanks for reading! Please review! I hope it was long enough!

Okay, I'm sorry if some of the characters seem OOC. That was unintentional.

And for all the readers who DON'T watch Vampire Diaries but read my story anyways (a.k.a. my friends; family) I'll explain the dagger: so, technically, there's no way to kill an Original vampire without this special dagger that's dipped in white ash. In the old days, there was this white ash tree that was harmful to Original vampires. Since the trees and scarce now, people use the white ash to kill Originals. It is inserted into the Original's heart. Although, the dagger has to stay in the vampire to kill him. If you pull the dagger out of the Original's heart, the vampire comes back to life. Oh, and if it's a supernatural creature that uses the dagger on an Original, then they die too.

So let's hope Elijah comes back to life. ;)

And I'm still deciding the closing of this fanfic...I honestly have no idea when this story's going to end...

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