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"Damon!" I unbuckled my seatbelt swiftly and backed away from my terrifying clone. His arms wrapped around my torso and in a nanosecond, I was pulled onto his lap. His body was still...he was scared.

I shrunk into him reflexively. If she scared Damon, I was probably screwed.

My life was in her hands.

...Her hands, which looked exactly like mine. I looked her over again, to be sure I hadn't been imagining things the first time I caught a glimpse. I'd been right, though; she was a precise copy of me, from my wide eyes to my small nose, and from my height to my weight. Our only differences were our hair-hers worn in a mane of curls, mine stick straight-and the way her eyes reddened and her skin cracked.

Her face was still changing, though, aside from the eyes and tiny shatters under them. I watched her in horror. Pointed fangs sprouted from her mouth as she leaned farther into the car. Her lips pulled back as she hissed my name.

"Elena." Her head cocked to the side. "You're in great danger...but you may just be the answer to my problems."

Then she grabbed me. I screamed as she and Damon engaged in a game of tug-a-war over my frail human body. Damon held onto me tightly, but I could feel him slipping the more I whimpered. While Katherine didn't seem to care about ripping my limbs off, the idea actually concerned Damon. Finally, at that crazy fast pace of his, he let me go and was in Katherine's face all in the same second. He made a move to fight me away from her, but by the time he lunged at us, it was too late. She took off with me in her arms, kicking and screaming in a pointless protest.

The world rushed by me in strange colors. She flew faster than any race car, faster than even Damon. For awhile I could hear him chasing us, but eventually she lost him. Branches whipped at my face painfully as she dragged me soundlessly through a forest. I had a bad feeling that we weren't in the forest near the cemetery in Mystic Falls, that that was already miles behind us. I felt dizzy as she continued without stopping, jumping hundreds of feet into the air to avoid boulders and even some trees. At some point, I cracked my head on a trunk or maybe a rock. My vision blurred. I tried to hang on and stay awake, but something red and warm was spilling down my back, and I heard Katherine snarl, and then the last thing I felt before I went unconscious was my flesh being ripped at.

I woke up somewhere unfamiliar, with an ache in my head an a burning in my shoulder. Groaning, I rolled over on the concrete I'd apparently slept on. I tried to stand, but realized in dismay that I was chained to the hard floor.
Wherever I was was concealed in blackness, and there wasn't a single window. I peered through the dark, able to just barely identify a heavy wooden door about twenty feet away. I could see far enough to know how high the ceiling reached, or how big the room was.

I pulled on the chains uselessly. The pain in my arm swelled, and I cut out the yanking immediately.

Feeling sweat gather on my forehead, I took in a deep breath and tried to relax. My eyes wandered over my arm, straining to make out a cut or bruise. It was too dark for me to see, but I didn't stop trying; I squinted my eyes and tilted my head closer. The dried smell of blood slowly entered my nostrils.

The door flew open suddenly, and I jumped back. The cuffs jerked into my wrists, and I felt them cut into my skin. I cried out as light flooded through the doorway.

My eyes adjusted and I looked back to my throbbing arm. Deep bite marks littered my skin, sure to leave scars. I choked on my fear as I lifted my eyes up to see a man walking towards me. His steps echoed loudly, and I wished I could scoot farther away from him.

Adrenaline kicked in, and I yanked on the chains with all my might, ignoring the stinging pain. When it was out of my system, I slumped over, having made no progress, and waited for the man to reach me.

When he did, he crouched in front of me so that we were far to face. His hair was a golden color, his lips dark peach and spread into a smirk. He raised his eyebrows as he looked me over. "I see you've awakened."

I gulped, scrambling yet again to find room to back up. His cold fingers traced down my cheek once gently, and then he used his nails to scratch down on the same spot. Blood dripped into his hand, and I felt queasy as I watched him lick it off.

"Mm." His accent was British, whispery and low, and yet he was somehow intimidating. "Tell me, Elena, what do you know about why you're here?"

I found my voice. "Nothing," I whispered.

He sat back on his feet, making himself comfortable. "You're not really in the loop then, are you?"

I waited for him to clue me in.

"Well, I suppose since you will be dead in a matter of days anyway, there's no harm in telling you."

I refused to cry in front of this monster. "Telling me what?" I demanded thickly.

"I'll bet you don't even know who I am." When I didn't answer, his smirk grew naughty and fangs poked out of it. His eyes turned a sickly yellow color, and his fingers sprouted claws. I winced as he waved them in front of my face.

"I'm a hybrid," he said smoothly. "Half werewolf, half vampire. And you, my dear one, are the key to creating my family."

I'm sorry, I know this chapter was short. I just kind of felt like this was where it needed to end. I'll update soon, I promise. Xoxo.