Glass shattered, and covered the floor. The wind outside was blowing wildly into the house now. It made a shrill, screaming sound as it was strained by what was left of the window. A red, badly chipped brick laid in the floor near them. Damon's eyes opened and his body jerked forward to assess the situation. His arm automatically pulled Elena in closer to him. He looked over her making sure she wasn't hurt. She wiped at her eyes, still groggy.
"What's going on," Elena looked at Damon, confused.
"I don't know yet, but it's ok, just hold on."
"Stefan! Stefan," Damon yelled loudly.
After a few moments, Stefan came running down the stairs.
"What, What is it? Is everything ok," Stefan's eyes were frantic.
Damon nodded his head towards the far wall where the window had busted in. Caroline could soon be heard padding quickly down the hall upstairs. She stopped next to Stefan. They both descended the stairs and looked around nervously.
"Sit here with her. I'll be right back. I'm going to go look around outside," Damon told Stefan.
"No, you are going to stay in here Damon," Elena called after him.
It was no use. He had already made his way to the back door. Caroline sat down next to Elena and held onto her hand. Even if she would never admit it, she was scared too, Elena knew that. Stefan walked over to the window and peered out. Then, he wandered over to the brick.
"What happened," He asked Elena.
"I'm not really sure, Damon and I were asleep and then all of a sudden there was a loud noise, and now there's glass everywhere," she explained.
"Stay," Stefan ordered to both girls.
He rushed outside to join Damon. The girls just looked at one another and scooted closer together. There was only minimal light coming from the hallway. The situation was creepy enough. Caroline decided to get up and find more light for them. She didn't get far before letting out a stunned cry. Elena jumped up in search of her friend.
"Caroline," her voice was panicked.
There was no answer.
"Caroline, where are you," Elena was getting worried.
She ran into the hall. When she saw no sign of her there she ran into the kitchen. Still nothing.
Suddenly, Elena tried to scream. It was cut off by a strong hand now covering her mouth. She was being dragged off.
Damon searched the entire yard around the house. Stefan had come outside to join him.
"I told you to stay inside, brother," Damon's voice was dangerous.
"I just came out to help. Caroline is with her. We can still keep an ear out for them," Stefan was defensive.
"No, Stefan. Get inside and stay with them," Damon hissed impatiently.
Suddenly, he was alone again, or so he thought.
"Sorry bout' that window mate my friend appears to have a jealousy problem rooted in her," a thick English accent spoke from the distant tree lined perimeter.
A familiar face appeared in front of Damon. Enzo glared at him, a dangerous humor in his eyes.
"Not the window I'm concerned about Enzo," Damon spit.
"You weren't what we happened to be concerned about either up until two days ago Damon," Enzo said laughing.
"Hell, we didn't even think you were still alive until then either. Could've swore those blokes at Whitmore killed you off before you made it out. I'm sure you never worried about us, seeing as how you left us behind so easily when you got your chance. Ah well, sadly we have some business to attend to tonight whether you're for it or not. Just some…lose ends," Enzo explained.
"What business do you have with Elena Gilbert? Anything you have with her you can take up with me instead," Damon's voice was menacing.
"Damon, Damon, Damon. I'm afraid that can't be possible. Like I said its's just lose ends. But if she happens to mean something to you..that makes me want to kill her all that much more," the man threatened.
"Try me."
"No need, old friend. We have what we need now, let's just call it a night for now. Shall we," Enzo smiled at Damon.
He disappeared back into the brush line where he had come from. No. No. They didn't have her. Stefan was with her. He wouldn't have let something happen to her. Still, Damon was terrified. He ran back into the house through the back door. His footsteps were loud as they echoed through the hallway. The living room where he had left Elena behind was now empty. No Caroline. No Stefan. No Elena. Wait, there was something on the floor. From his angle Damon could barely make out someone lying on the floor. Stefan. His neck was snapped, he was knocked out for now. When he came back to Damon would be sure to give him hell and depending on what happens to Elena, possibly kill him permanently himself.
"Elena," Damon called out for her.
He had this glimmer of hope that maybe she would come running down the stairs and into his arms. Nothing.
"Elena, where are you," his voice was cracking.
She was not here anymore.