Previously In Lover Come Back…
Damon's eyes widened, "Oh God, what did I say to her?"
Alaric sadly gazed into his eyes, "It wasn't something you said, it was something you did," With a short intake of breath he choked out, "You forcefully fed from her."
He stopped walking just as he was a few feet away from the man, "Could you mind telling me who the fuck you are?" The anger was laced in his tone, fire spitting out with each word he spoke.
The man smiled, "Klaus Mikaelson, it's a pleasure to meet you." He stuck his hand out with a warm smile plastered to his lips.
"Ello, my dear. It's so nice to finally meet you."
Chapter 21: Archangels (Part 1)
Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.
The night was endless for her, curling up into a ball on the brick, cell floor, waiting for her saviors to come bounding in through the doors. But as the time ticked away, Elena was left, still lying on the floor, the tears nowhere to be found, for she had cried herself to the point where she could cry no more.
As the morning light shone through the cracks in the walls farthest from her body, she cracked her eyes open, hoping that she would be in her own home once more, but she was dearly disappointed by the same coldness of the bricks she laid upon. Her fingers wrapped tighter around the garments which were still blood-stained from Damon's forceful feeding upon her. The strangest feeling suddenly overcame her as she stared through one of the cracks in the wall closest to her head; it was a feeling of pure yearning for the unnaturally-cold hands to wrap around her shoulders and bring her in close to his chest, just so she could feel the comfort of being safe in someone's arms. In that instant, she missed the crude remarks she used to scold him for, she missed the crooked smirks, the raising of the raven eyebrows towards her. But what she missed the most was his hidden humanity that only she could unveil and present to the world.
It was the one thing that Elena did not understand; he was such a kind-hearted person, but he seemed afraid to show it to the world, as if he were a gifted child, afraid of being made fun of by his peers. And as she laid on the cold floor, she began to remember the times she had carelessly, and unknowingly emotionally wounded Damon, and the times she healed the wounds with her love.
Just as the memories were reaching a climax, the locked cell door creaked open, revealing a, obviously, compelled maid. Placed in her arms were articles of clothing, but only one of the pieces of clothing was for Elena. As quietly as she could, she rested the dress on the windowsill of the barred window, and left without a word spoken. For a moment, Elena was ultimately confused. He gave her clothing, yet lacked the option of physical comfort such as a bed, or, at the very least, a pillow. Drawing herself from the floor, she stumbled towards the windowsill, her legs very tired and mostly bruised from the indentations of the bricks. She ran her fingers across the fabric of the dress, finding it elegantly soft and silky. With curiosity in mind, Elena lifted the dress so it could be seen in the light from the window.
The gown was most definitely French with black silk dupioni. The sleeve ruffle was made of two layers of lace with delicate trim detailing, trim around the neck, sleeve edge and waistline, and the back of the gown had braided trim and a back closure of grommets. While it may have been a simple Renaissance dress design during that era, in modern times, it would be considered pure elegance. Her eyes widened at the beauty of the dress, but the sparkle in her eyes died when she realized the color of the dress mirrored that of her husband's favorite color. With a deep sigh, she looked down to her own clothing, wondering why he would want her in the ridiculous dress. She could see the blood stains smeared across her shirt as well as her pants.
He must want to impress someone.
She shook the thought from her head before pulling her shirt and jeans off, leaving her to stand in her undergarments. When she began to struggle to put the dress over her head, the maid came rushing back in.
"Careful! Careful! That fabric is very rare, you mustn't do that," She pulled the dress off of Elena's head, then pointed to the grommets, "I must untie these first, then you step into the dress." As quickly as she could, the maid untied the grommets and opened the dress so Elena could step in. With slight confusion, Elena put her feet into the opening, letting the maid do the rest.
Pulling the dress up further, she slid Elena's arms into the sleeves, and then tied up the grommets once more before standing back to admire her work. She seemed awe-struck, "You look beautiful, milady." She did a curtsey before rushing out the door again before Elena had a chance to speak.
Looking at her reflection through the parts of the window that wasn't blocked by the bars, she seemed quite pleased with the dress. Immediately, she ran her hands across the sides of the dress, letting the silk massage her fingertips.
"You like the dress?" A wicked voice asked from the doorway. Elena whipped around in time to see the smirking figure of Klaus leaning against the doorframe.
She shook her head, even though she wanted to nod, before turning her gaze back to the window, carefully watching him through his reflection.
He clicked his tongue, "Well that's a shame because we have a few special guests coming over tonight. I do want them to adore you."
Countless hours of searching the perimeters around Mystic Falls had lead Damon to nowhere. Jeremy and Elena were nowhere to be found no matter how hard he looked. He had passed a burnt car in a ditch, but after a search of the car, and finding no one, he shrugged it off.
Just after searching the forest for the umpteenth time, the phone nestled in his leather jacket's pocket began to ring. He had high hopes of it being Elena or Jeremy calling to say that they were fine, but his hopes were trampled on when he picked up the phone.
"Hello?" He asked, his voice filled with eagerness.
The person on the other line cleared their throat, "Damon, we need you to come down to the police station," Sheriff Forbes looked towards the person sleeping in the chair before her, "And you may want to come quick."
Damon's eyes narrowed before he hung up the phone and sped off towards Mystic Falls. Upon reaching the police station, he was filled with dread of what he might find. Could Elena be dead? Or Jeremy?
Walking into the police station, he earned a few glares, stares, as well as a few winks from the female arrestees. Shaking his head in annoyance, he walked up to Sheriff Forbes' office door, rapping his knuckles against the wood.
Almost immediately, he was greeted by the grim frown plastered to Sheriff Forbes' face as she stepped aside to reveal a sound-asleep Jeremy, whose head was rested against her desk, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Damon tilted his head, "What is he doing here?" His feet ventured towards the teen, examining him closely for any wounds.
She took a seat in a chair before explaining, "I had two patrol officers who found him wandering the streets, not being able to remember the past hour. They brought him here and his memory has been slowly recapturing," She crinkled her nose at the sight of the drool on her desk, "And I told him to get some rest."
Damon nodded, soaking up the information. Shrugging his shoulders, he kicked the chair that Jeremy was resting in, jolting him awake.
"What?" He croaked, rubbing his eyes.
"We need to talk." Damon said with authority in his tone.
Jeremy sighed before sitting back into chair, "What do you want to know?"
Damon narrowed his eyes, giving him a look of 'you-know-exactly-what-I-want-to-know'. This made Jeremy straighten his back, "I was planning to take Elena away from this hell hole, and from your killing spree," He narrowed his eyes towards Damon, "But when I was driving, we were stopped by this man in the middle of the road. Dude, I am telling you, the guy was a major prick," Damon crossed his arms in front of his chest in annoyance, "And I got out to talk to him, but when I went to shake his hand, the guy threw me to the ground, knocking me out of conscious."
Damon chewed on the inside of his cheek before asking, "Did he mention a name?"
Jeremy thought for a moment, "Yeah, it was like Keith or something. Keith Michaels."
Damon's eyebrows rose, "You mean Klaus Mikaelson?"
Jeremy nodded, nearly jumping out of his seat, "That's the prick who kidnapped my sister!"
Sheriff Forbes' hand rose, silencing Jeremy from talking anymore, "I think you hit your head a little too hard, Jer. Klaus Mikaelson was staked many years ago according to my family's records."
Damon stepped forward, explaining, "Klaus faked his own death to wane off the police who were after him for multiple murders," The sheriff grew quiet, leaving Damon to ask, "Is that all that happened?"
Jeremy shook his head, "When I woke up, some of Klaus' guys had torched my car, leaving me in the middle of a barely-used road." Damon winced at the mention of the torched car, for he had walked where the scene had taken place.
After the interrogation session, Damon walked outside with an asleep Jeremy slung over his shoulder. Speeding to the boarding house, he practically, yet playfully, threw Jeremy onto the couch before taking out his phone to text the gang.
NEED YOUR HELP IN RESCUING ELENA.
MEET THE FOUNDERS' PARK ASAP.
Leaving Jeremy to get some rest, he hopped in his car and drove to the Founders' Park where he awaited the arrival of the group.
Nearly thirty minutes after Klaus left to prepare himself for the day, two hybrids walked into the cell, roughly grabbing Elena by the forearms and dragging her up the stairs. She didn't even bother to scream or yell or kick, for she was far too tired and weak.
The hybrids walked into a grand room with tons of open space except for a throne in the far middle where a grinning Klaus was sat. With a swat of his hand, the hybrids left, leaving Elena to stand in the doorway. Klaus eyed up her in the dress, loving how the fabric hugged her large baby bump.
He nearly scared her when he spoke out, "Once that bastard child is born, we shall kill it, then create our own children."
A/N: Well, the story is kind of dry since Elena is no longer a human on the show, and Alaric is dead, so you may see some references to previous seasons, just to let you know.
Next Chapter:
Will the gang be able to save Elena in time?
Near-death experiences and teamwork.
Orchestra concert tonight, so wish me luck!