A big thanks to my beta reader Courtney, love you girl!

So sorry I'm lacking updates, I'm just having a lot of writer blocks in this one, which is weird since this is my favourite story to write…

Anyway, please enjoy and review :D

"I need to talk to Sheriff Forbes, please," Jenna rushed into the police department and talked to the first person she saw. Her mind was racing and truth be told, she didn't really know if she was coming or going. All she could think about was her niece.

"Sheriff Forbes is on a break, she will see you in a moment, please take a seat in the waiting area," The receptionist said, pointing at the waiting area to her right.

"No, please, it's urgent," Jenna continued, "It's about Elena Gilbert's case. Please, I have to talk to her." Jenna was literally shaking as she spoke.

When the receptionist heard 'Elena Gilbert', she nodded her head. "I'll go see if she can see you."

"Thank you," Jenna said as she desperately stood near the desk, her feet tapping nervously. Someone was keeping Elena against her will and threatening her. It had to be, otherwise Elena would've told her where she was, right? It had to be a kidnapping. She was sure of it. But who would kidnap an innocent teenager?

"Miss Sommers," Sheriff Forbes greeted Jenna and the latter followed her to her office. "Please, take a seat." She motioned.

"Thank you," Jenna said nervously. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Sheriff…"

"Please, call me Liz. What's going on? Clara told me you have some information on Elena?" The sheriff was actually relieved to hear that there was some kind of news on Elena. She had, after all; lived at Liz's house all of her life with her daughter, Caroline. Elena was practically family.

"Liz, she called yesterday," Jenna said, tears forming in her eyes.

Liz's eyes widened. "I need you to give me every single detail, okay, and I want you to stay calm. What time was it when she called?" Liz frantically reached for pen and paper, ready to write down everything exactly how Jenna was going to explain it. It was mandatory for these situations.

"Exactly 9 pm." She wiped her tears and focused on Liz's question.

"What did she say? Did she give you any kind of hint of where she was?" The sheriff asked scribbling down her responses.

"No, she didn't. She just said that she was fine, and when I asked her where she was she didn't answer me. She is being kept hostage, Liz, I'm sure of it. She would've told me where she was. There has to be someone threatening her."

"What about a number, anything that can tell if it was a phone or cellphone?" Liz pressed.

"Nothing. No number was shown…" Jenna cried, shoving her face into her hands.

"Did anyone else talk to you?"

"No. It was just her…" Jenna answered, thinking hard to remember if she had heard any other voices other than Elena's. "Do you think…can you trace the call?"

"In these circumstances, it's a bit hard since the call isn't happening right now…But I will try my best. Did the call take longer than three minutes?" She asked after a moment of pondering.

"I don't think so," Jenna said, "But I didn't keep an exact record. Please, Sheriff, save my niece. I don't know what I'd do if I lose her."

"Jenna, the fact that she called you means that she has a phone…I want you to be careful, and I need you to contact me immediately in case she calls again. If you do what I say we'll be able to get to her. But we have to be careful, if Elena is calling you it means that she's probably doing it against her captor's wishes."

Jenna nodded in understanding. "So you think that she's being kept hostage?"

"I know Elena, Jenna. She isn't the type to just run away, no matter what other people might say." Liz placed a hand on Jenna's shoulder. She knew that a lot of people were saying that Elena was a troubled kid and she just ran away, but she didn't believe that. "It's going to be okay."

But even though Liz was comforting her, Jenna couldn't help but feel as if Elena was truly in danger; she just wanted her niece home. Safe and sound, in her house-where she belonged.

It was a long night for Elena. Damon was starting to think that it wasn't such a good idea, letting her phone her family. He heard her crying softly all night, and he couldn't find a way to comfort her because he was the one who did it to her in the first place. The guilt was killing him. It wasn't as if he wanted to keep her in his house any more against her will but it was for her own safety. She needed to be protected and the only way of him doing so was by her staying with him. It just wasn't safe at her aunt's house or anywhere else besides his place for that matter. And sometimes he even reconsidered if he should be keeping her there. Because if Klaus found her... in his care-alone, a lot worst would happen than if she was on her own and he found her.

He stared at the ceiling and looked at her from the corner of his eye. She was lying on the very edge of the bed, her back facing him. He couldn't even tell if she was asleep or awake but all he could see were the trails of tears from just a few hours before staining her cheek. He hated seeing her in such a state. If Damon had a heart that beat, it would definitely break for the girl in front of him. She was so broken, so alone and so shaken. Despite him keeping her company, this was not where she was meant to be and it pained Damon from the inside out witnessing her fall apart just in front of him. She had been so strong-she had kept it all together and was progressively accepting it. That was, until the phone call.

Now it seemed that any bit of progress or happiness they had made was falling apart. Elena seemed just as sad as the day he first took her; except this time it was under different circumstances. She was young for Christ's sake, she had been through way to much change in way too short of a time. Her body or mind or heart, for that matter couldn't really keep up with the rapid changes in her life and after that phone call, it finally seemed to hit her like a train.

He moved to her side of the bed so that he could stroke the side of her face with his index finger. She stirred, and for a moment his finger lingered there, and he was unable to decide what he should do: Give her space, or comfort her. He wanted to comfort her, assure her everything would eventually be fine but he didn't want to lie to her. He couldn't make promises that he didn't know he could keep.

Her sleepy eyes greeted him.

"Hey," He said softly.

"Damon," She whispered back. "What time is it?"

"It's half past nine," Damon replied. "Do you need anything? I can bring you something to eat…"

"Don't," Elena held her hands up, as in telling him to stop. "Don't do this, Damon. Don't try to comfort me, or coddle me. I just…I want to be left alone."

"Elena, I already told you, I'm sorry," He said sincerely, reaching out to hold her hand. He was surprised when she let him. He knew she would feel this way after the call and yet he still let her. Because despite how he knew she would react, he needed to give her what she had wanted at the time.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I know, Damon. But we can't change the facts. I shouldn't have asked you to call, it's my fault. But I can't remember this now, okay? I just…I need some time." Her doe eyes glistened with the tears that threatened to spill as she stared into his blue eyes. Searching for something-anything to hold onto.

"Of course," Damon sighed. "Take all the time you need."

When Elena opened her eyes again, Damon was gone. And she instantly regretted telling him to leave.

It was about eleven when she went downstairs to get a cup of coffee. She found Damon drinking, as usual. She didn't say a word as she placed enough coffee beans for two in the machine and waited patiently for the beverage to be ready.

"Do you want some coffee?" She asked quietly.

"No, thank you," Damon said, sipping his drink slowly as he stared at the fireplace. "Bourbon's fine for me."

She grabbed the mug and three chocolate biscuits and went to sit down next to Damon on the couch. They stood there, lost in their different worlds until Elena spoke up.

"Look, I'm sorry that I snapped at you earlier and last night. I was just so sad," She tried to explain. "This is not easy for me, Damon, even though I know you just want to protect me."

"I didn't blame you," Damon replied. "I know that this is my fault, 'Lena. And I know that you are hurting right now. Believe me; I want nothing more than to see you happy."

"I know," She sighed.

"Maybe we could-" He was about to finish the sentence when suddenly he tilted his body down and groaned in pain. Elena, taken completely off guard, immediately kneeled down next to him, panic written on her face. "What's going on, Damon? What's wrong?"

"My stomach…" He groaned in pain, "I can't b-breathe…"

He couldn't breathe? Vampires weren't supposed to breathe. They didn't have to inhale air. What was wrong? Something obviously wasn't right.

"What can I do? Do you need blood?" She tried to remain calm, but it was a losing battle obviously. It wasn't like she could actually call an ambulance and tell them that her vampire boyfriend needed help. They would probably recommend a mental hospital. Wait? Was she referring to him as her 'boyfriend' now? Oh dear..

She tried to pull him up, and after supreme effects she had him lie down on the couch. When she looked at him, she found that he was sweating and twitching in pain. His entire face was soaked with sweat and he looked like he was in huge pain. She was beginning to get really scared for him. She didn't know what to do, or how to act to this. It hadn't happened before.

She placed a cold washcloth on his forehead, earning a whimper from him, and massaged his scalp with her other hand, trying to calm him. "You're going to be okay," She tried to tell him, but it was no use, he kept hissing in pain and holding his chest. She noticed how his lips were so dry.

"Damon, you need blood," Elena stated. "Did you get the new blood supply?"

"No," He admitted. "I haven't got any blood left."

She didn't even need to be told twice. Rolling up her sleeve, she placed her wrist firmly next to his mouth. "You need blood, Damon. Drink."

"Elena, I don't know what's going on with me. I can lose control, I can hurt you…" He said, and very weakly, he pushed her wrist away. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to drink from you." He looked at her, his face twisted in disgust. "I might not be able to stop the way I am now."

"Well, I don't want you to die!" Elena snapped, forcing her wrist against his mouth again. "Please, Damon, drink! Listen to me!" She urged, shoving her wrist in his mouth. "It' our only possible way of fixing this!"

He looked at her twice before he bit down on her wrist, trying to be as gentle as possible. Only when he tasted her blood, his body immediately repelled it. It was something that never happened to him, or any vampire in that matter.

"Oh my God," Elena gasped in horror when she saw all the blood, "Damon, you need help! There has to be something I can do to help you…"

"I can't…h-hurts…" He whimpered, barely able to keep his eyes open. The pain was excruciating.

And then his eyes snapped shut.

It wasn't a typical place for a teenager to go to, but ever since his parents' deaths and Elena's disappearance Jeremy simply felt lost. He was walking in the cemetery, a bottle of vodka in his hand and a packet of cigarettes in the other, dragging his feet into the mud. It was too much. He was failing school, he had started a million search parties and he felt useless now. He was sure that he had lost Elena. He wasn't even sleeping at home now, because he couldn't even bear to face his aunt. He was a disappointment. She wouldn't want to see him like this but it was his only coping mechanism with losing his sister. She was the only person he had left and now she was gone. Surely he would take it hard, but he knew where he should have drew the line and he kept letting himself sink further and further into depression and drugs.

"Gilbert," a mocking voice was heard, and Jeremy, even though he was drunk, recognized it immediately.

"Tyler, you don't want to mess with me right now," Jeremy warned, shaking and stumbling. "Go away, and take your toys with you." He eyed Tyler's gang in disgust.

"What? Are you sad that your sister ran away?" Tyler mocked, "Don't tell me that your sister wasn't depressed, Gilbert. We saw her everyday, weeping like a three year old. Why don't you just accept that she's probably screwing some guy right now, and you're here searching for her? She doesn't want to be found, Gilbert."

"Don't you ever talk about my sister that way!" Jeremy snapped, backhanding Tyler so violently that the latter was sent to the hard ground. Tyler wasn't much bigger than Jeremy. But that little shit always treated Jeremy like dirt, always bad-mouthing his family. And the drugs and booze made him bold. There was no way in hell that he would leave without words being spoken this time. He had remained quite for far too long and what had happened to his sister had hurt him far too much to stand by and take the hurtful words. This time, he was picking up for himself because he simply didn't give a fuck.

"The truth hurts, Jeremy. You are never going to see her again," Tyler said, wiping a few drops of blood. "I can damn guarantee you that."

Jeremy had it after that comment. He pinned Tyler to the ground, and while hovering above him drove his fist as far back as he could with his free hand before pounding into the Lockwood's face. "Fuck you." Jeremy screamed. "I will find my sister, you sick bastard."

Woah, that was an emotional roller coaster xD

Hope you enjoyed ;D

Check out my story with Cdaye8184, "What Lies Beneath."