Author's Note: Thanks for the awesome reviews! I love them!

You all-or most of you anyway-were hoping to have Elena pull the dagger out. :) She does.

So, I wanted to reply to all the anonymous reviews. Here's goes:

Elijahlover: I'm glad you think so! Thanks for the review, here's the next chapter! :D

Rachel: I'm sure this fanfic will come to a close soon, but not for at least another 5 chapters or so...:)

Broken Memories: LOL haha...well I can see you have a taste for cruel characters...haha but yea I'm fine with you liking Klaus. XD

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Previously: "Elijah?"

Elijah was just on the opposite cell of Elena's. She could just reach out through the bars and touch Elijah arm.

But why wasn't he moving? That confused Elena greatly.

Lifting the candle to see better, she realized what was incapacitating Elijah was a sharp knife that was struck deep in his heart.

But why would that harm him? Elena thought, puzzled. He's an Original. They can be staked, much less get stabbed by a harmless metal dagger.

But Elijah had obviously not told her enough.

Was he…dead? Well, he definitely wasn't passed out. And he seemed dead too.

Millions of thoughts were going through her head all at once. What if this was the end? What if my last hope was Elijah? And now the hope disappeared? What will become of my friends and family? What about Stefan and Damon?

But Elena was focused on what was happening right now. Her tear-stained eyes were staring at Elijah's unmoving body. She couldn't admit it aloud, but she was actually starting to care about Elijah. After hearing about his past, and his current life, how could I just let him go?

…maybe if I take that knife out…?

But that seemed ridiculous. If Elijah was dead, then nothing that going to change that.

Mentally, Elena shrugged. It wouldn't hurt to try.

The space between the bars was just enough room to stick her elbow through. If Elena could just…drag Elijah over a little more…

She placed the candle down to stick both her arms through the bars. Elena had a bit of trouble pulling him towards her, but eventually, his body was just inches away from hers.

Closer, she could see that he really was dead. His features looked vacated and the veins were popping out of his skin everywhere.

Elena reached over to grasp the dagger placed in his chest. With all her strength, she started to pull the sharp weapon out little by little.

When the dagger that completely out, Elena took it in her hands, for a moment marveling at its greatly-designed beauty.

But that was only for a second. She looked back over at Elijah, hoping, praying that something would happen.

Please come back please come back…

Elena was surprised when Elijah's skin turned from gray to its regular blush-pink. His features no longer looked dead and vacated. Surprised, Elena jumped when Elijah sat up abruptly. He looked perfectly alive and healthy.

When his eyes opened, he looked confused. It they weren't in a dire situation, Elena would've laughed.

Elijah looked around, still puzzled. His eyes turned fearful when he realized where he was. Elena was surprised, for she had never seen him like this before.

"Elijah," she murmured, calling to him.

His head snapped towards her, there was burning worry in his eyes. "Elena, you shouldn't be here." But nevertheless he shifted over to where she was.

Desperately, Elena tried to reach him through the bars.

"Sh, sh." Elijah reached out his hand to grab hers. He gave Elena's a small comforting squeeze. He looked around. "Are we where I think we are?"

"Depends," she answered, attempting to lighten the mood, "were you thinking of Klaus' terrible horrible dungeon?"

He had a grim smile on his face. "So you've met him, huh?"

Elena nodded.

Elijah frowned. Her hands were trembling.

She whimpered fearfully. "I'm scared," she admitted.

He was trying not to let any emotion of fear or sheer terror expose onto his features. Elijah was supposed to always remain perfectly calm, no matter the circumstances.

No matter the circumstances…

Elena was alarmed when Elijah broke down right in front of her. He fell into her arms through the bars, and his head banged against the bars. He was tired of being the calm and controlled one.

Truthfully, he wanted to panic. He was terrified, horrified, scared, suspended, creeps, dismayed, anticipating, nervous, and anxious.

And not only for himself.

Did Elena even know how painful this ritual was going to be for her? How slowly death would come to her? How torturous this process was going to be?

He feared for her greatly.

But Elijah found that he was the one being comforted; he was the helpless person being soothed by consoling arms; the victim's.

"It's going to be okay," Elena murmured partially to herself, smoothing his hair absentmindedly.

Elijah gently snatched her hand away from his face and started to trace the creases in her hand lightly. He stopped and looked back up at Elena. "Do you even know what they're going to do to you?"

She had been dodging that thought for a while now. Elena knew it wasn't going to be a painless death.

But now she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of curiosity. "What are they going to do to me exactly?"

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