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It had been two days that Elena felt the connection, and deep down, she knew it was because of the blood they shared, and she put all her energy to try and call on him but she wasn't even sure if that was possible. Sometimes, she would feel his emotions in her mind and other times dreams haunted her.

And worst of all, she was afraid of Stefan. During the past two days, they didn't interact much and he barely noticed her half of the time but in those two days she learnt everything about him. He was reckless, he was cold…He was the opposite of Damon. She heard him talking to a girl, clearly seducing her, and when they left the room she instantly knew that he had took advantage of his compulsion to feed and do who knows what to her. Elena had locked herself in the bathroom, having nowhere to go, hell; she didn't even have a bed. She was scared that it might be her turn, and he was even worse when he was under the influence of alcohol.

As Elena lay on the small sheet, hoping to get some sleep, her mind flashed back to Stefan, and the more she thought about him the more she needed to feel Damon's hand touching her gently to soothe her. Stefan was out of the room and she was locked in, the 'room' consisted of a bedroom and bathroom, and on the left was a door that led to a small room in which she had put a sheet to sleep on. Elena shivered as she lay on the sheet, feeling the cold temperature through the thin material.

Her blood froze in her veins as she heard the door unlock and rough footsteps. For the first time in two days, Stefan was going to sleep in the room, and she saw his puzzled look on his face when he saw her. Without warning, he hauled her upwards.

"What are you doing here?"

"S-sleeping," Elena whimpered.

"So, why aren't you in bed then?" He asked sternly.

"I-"

"Get under the covers," he ordered her simply.

She was about to protest but thought better of it. She didn't want him near her, but the tone of his voice wasn't just an order you can back away from. It seemed like the type of order that will get you killed if you disobey. Without any more hesitation she climbed on the bed, and Stefan went into the bathroom. She had smelled scotch all around him, and even though it was dark she could've sworn she saw traces of blood on his lips.

When Elena didn't hear the water she forced her eyes shut, trying to avoid talking to him in any way possible. But she knew deeply well that her heart rate would expose her.

He threw himself on the bed next to her and she stood completely still, still praying that he would just leave her alone. At first, he seemed to fall asleep but then after a few moments she felt a strong arm wrapping around her waist.

"You should really calm that poor heart of yours, sweetheart," Stefan whispered in her ear. "It exposed you."

He pulled her closer and buried his head in her neck. "Who knew that I could have a human Katherine next to me?"

"I am not Katherine…"

"Oh. So I was right then, you are awake," Stefan smirked as his finger moved up and down her side, caressing her waist. She tried to scoot away but he didn't let her.

Without warning, he yanked her head back and her hair was brushed away. His lips placed kisses on her neck, showing her the true nature of a vampire and then she felt his fangs roughly tear her neck. She bit back a scream as she immediately slumped to unconsciousness.

The next morning Elena woke up sore but as her hand raced through her neck she found the wound perfectly bandaged. However, she shot up as she found herself wearing only her bra and pajama bottoms and her heart skipped a beat. What did he do to her?

Stefan was leaning against the door, eyeing her over. Then he rolled his eyes. "Your blood stained the entire top and sheets," He explained. "I'd thought I'd rather help you take it off then drain you during the night. What do you think, princess?"

Elena was about to say that she rather died than have anything to do with him but she bit back her lip. Stefan tossed her a shirt. "I got it for you today."

She immediately wore it.

Stefan sighed and cleared his throat. "Where are you from, girl?"

"Mystic Falls," Elena replied after two minutes of hesitation.

"My last one was from Mystic Falls," He mumbled. "I always liked strawberry blondes…but Jenna was taken away."

"Jenna?" Elena's head shot up in alarm.

"Jenna Sommers," He replied. "What, do you know her?"

"Jenna's my aunt," Elena answered, "They set her free, didn't they? It wasn't legal-"

"I'm surprised they did," Stefan interrupted. "It's the Dark Dimension. They don't really give a crap. Anyway, I'm glad though…otherwise I wouldn't have you to play with right now."

Elena scoffed and Stefan hid his grin. "She didn't even taste like you," He whispered near her ear. "You've got the Petrova fire."

Alaric Saltzman slid his back down the wall. Never in his life had he felt weaker than the past few days. The town he loved ended up in a complete mess, the vampires had attacked the town taking away lots of high school kids. The Lockwood Mansion had ended up like a refuge for the people that had their homes destroyed. Even worse, now children were being taken. Apparently, the truce was over-They wanted to get their filthy hands on every human.

They had taken Jenna, and for that he swore a vendetta. He had taken Jeremy in to help him and the youngest Gilbert started to give his heart and soul to save his aunt and sister. He practiced and encouraged people to fight their fears. They were practically planning war, and even though they knew that it was hard to win many people were becoming good with stakes.

The thing was that everyone was heartbroken. Having a loved one disappear or worse, taken violently right in front of you caused heartaches and helplessness. Bonnie was also one of these people. After Elena got taken away, Caroline too was captured and Bonnie teamed up with Alaric exposing to him what she really was. She wasn't even sure of it yet, but the power inside of her showed her that she wasn't just a mind reader, she was a witch. She tried to use lots of spells to create weapons against the monsters but she didn't even know herself yet, yet alone her powers.

Alaric's heart almost gave out as he heard a young girl screaming and crying that she wanted her mother. The things he had been seeing in the Lockwood's house were unbearable and sometimes bleeding persons knocked on the door calling desperately for help. However, the house was their only hope into helping people survive since it was the only house that was practically surrounded by vervain, and weapons which were always ready in case of an attack.

His girlfriend's Jenna's disappearance had tortured him. He fought for her, and the vampires who cared about human rights did everything in their power. She was supposed to be free now but ever since she had arrived on the doorstep of the Lockwood mansion she had been an entirely different person. It was like she was going through a trauma, and she wouldn't eat anything or speak to anyone except him.

Jeremy rubbed a ten year old's girl arm and gave her a piece of chocolate. They were running low on food since obviously there was no commerce, and if there wasn't food, there wasn't energy for practice either. Every man, even if they were the most important businessmen, ended up like soldiers. But they weren't going to let them win.

This was war. Innocent die, but he believed that the human race will permanently extinct all vampires from this world.

"You know you want to," Duncan smirked, grabbing a young sixteen year old brunette and pushing her so that she stumbled into Damon's arms. "She also looks a little like your Elena. Didn't she has those doe, puppy eyes?"

Damon growled at the mention of Elena's name. He was going crazy without her, and he knew that there was a way he could communicate with her somehow. He wanted to let her know that when all this passes, he will come for her. But for now, he had to make them believe that he's on the vampires' side, that he will stand for his kind in the upcoming war.

"Go on," Duncan encouraged. "They love the feel of your fangs."

Damon tried the best he could to avoid the poor girl's eyes and his teeth slid down her throat, trying to be gentle as possible to avoid hurting her. He didn't want to, but he had to to make him believe that he will show no remorse.

"Finish her off," Duncan ordered.

"Please, don't," The girl begged, her brown eyes flashing with tears.

"I don't have to," Damon said, "I want to keep her around. Play with her a little, and then I'll kill her."

"No, I'd say you'll kill her now."

"Duncan, I have a feeling that she'll taste much better when she's scared," Damon objected again.

Duncan paused. "Very well then."

An entire week passed and during that week somehow Elena's hopes almost faded. She couldn't even focus on Damon anymore and even though she was glad that Jenna was saved from Stefan, she had a feeling that it wouldn't be the same for her. Her body was weakening already due to lack of various nutrition and lots of blood loss. Her entire body had marks, he liked to bite her and experiment with her wounds like she was an object. He wasn't just content with taking a drink from her neck, no, he wanted to suck the blood out of every wound.

His alcohol problem also worsened, it affected him like it affected a human being. When he fed on her when he was drunk she'd end up almost suffocating with the pressure he puts. And today was one of those days…Her wrist was in his mouth, and he was having more than he should.

Elena tried to jerk her arm away but his grip was impossible to move from. Then, something very strange happened as the pain was even more maximized. She felt herself slumping into unconsciousness, only this time she then found herself higher instead of going to that deep sleep. Elena sucked in air as she found herself standing in front of Stefan's bed and she gasped at the sight. Her own body, weak and unconscious, was still serving Stefan's needs. She was seeing herself.

Was she dead?

However, she knew that it was impossible. Stefan wouldn't just kill her like that. Her eyes widened as she remembered another name.

Out of body experience.

Then, there was that feeling in her again, the connection, the…love. Damon.

Without warning, she found herself standing in a familiar room, and she quickly realized that she was in one of Duncan's rooms. Damon was sitting on the bed, and remorse was written all over his face.

"Damon," She called out, crying now.

He looked up, and Elena almost screamed in joy. He could see her?

"Elena?" Damon asked, "No. This is just a hallucination."

"Damon, I'm right here," Elena said as she took his hand, "Oh my God…I can't believe it."

"Elena? How are you h…"

Damon grabbed her face, kissing her with fierce passion. "Oh my God, Elena…I've never stopped thinking about you for a minute."

"I felt you…in my mind, I felt you!" Elena cried.

"I did too," Damon said as he continued to kiss her. "Oh my God… this is a blessing."

"How are you here?" he asked as he embraced her.

"I don't know…Stefan was feeding on me and I just…appeared here, I guess."

"Wait, Stefan? What does Stefan has anything to do with it? Is he..."

"Your brother bought me," Elena said quietly. "He won the bid."

Damon froze, and then he was about to say something when he eyed her shoulder. "Where did you get those?"

"What?"

"Those bites, in your entire body…did Stefan do them?" His face paled in horror, and his hands clenched into fists.

Her silence confirmed it.

"I will get you out of there, Elena…I…"

But Elena felt her body fading from the room, and as she tried to call Damon's name, she found that she had no voice. She faintly heard Damon calling her, but then there was a light push and her eyes snapped open, finding herself on Stefan's bed.

"Thank God, I thought I killed you," Stefan let out a sigh of relief, "You have been out for three fucking hours! Don't ever do that to me again, do you understand?" He was growling now, even though he was the reason she was gone in the first place.

"I don't…"

Stefan reached out to place his lips on her forehead. "Shh, we'll talk about it later," Stefan said, and stroked her cheek.

And with that, Elena was left alone, alone with her thoughts.

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