Alone
Chapter: 12
Elena's POV:
I went running down the hall to Stefan, the paper still in hand. In that moment, I didn't care if my true feelings for Damon got out. I knew that riddle had something to do with Damon because I haven't seen him in over twenty-four hours.
"Stefan, Stefan help me." I yelled running into the room, tears starting to spill.
"Elena, what happened?" Stefan pulled me into an embrace.
"It's D-Damon, I t-think s-someone h-has him." I tried to choke out between sobs.
"What makes you think such a thing?"
"I found it on his bed." I answered quietly handing Stefan the paper.
Stefan's POV:
I unfolded the paper and read it. The message was clear in one way, who ever wrote it wanted Damon dead. I read it over a few more times that was it, a mountain. Who ever has Damon is holding him prisoner on top of a mountain.
"A mountain." I said aloud.
Elena's POV:
I stared at him confused for a minute then it hit me, "you think Damon is on top of a mountain?" It came out more like a question than a statement.
"Yes." He confirmed.
"Do we have mountains around here?"
"Not many, but there is one kinda close by, located deep in the forest."
"Let's go." I started to go for the door of the bedroom.
"We have to run." I nodded and continued my way downstairs.
Once we got outside Stefan Picked me up and started to run. The last two lines of the riddle repeated itself in my thought, where the sun will take the life, the finial-resting place. It felt like my mind was a record player stuck on repeat until somebody pressed the button. When my mind clicked the words stopped repeating them selves, the person is planning to kill Damon at sunrise by probably taking his ring or worse.
Damon's POV:
I tried to open my eyes but there was pain even I couldn't take. The pain was originating from my stomach. As much as I could, I opened my eyes I looked, there was a stake soaked in vervain, I could smell it. Before I had to close my eyes, I took a quick look around, it looked as if I was on a mountain and the woods stood behind me. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is being at The Grill for a drink then some guy who looked strangely familiar sat beside at the bar, after that, nothing.
There was laughing coming from deep in the woods and then the pain was multiplied.
A/N: Please Review!
It seemed like an okay place to end the chapter, I have a good idea were to take the next one. (Another reason why I had to end it there.)
I hope you liked it.
