Timeless.
Chapter Six.
Disclaimer: I don't own TVD.

Elena snarled as she walked towards the front door of the Mystic Grill. She needed a drink and fast. Pushing open the door, she stepped inside and was greeted by a buzzing atmosphere. She walked over to the bar and sat down on the first empty stool she spotted.

"What'll it be?" said a female bartender who looked like she thoroughly hated her job.

"Bourbon," said Elena simply. The bartender nodded and with a flick of her short blonde hair, she had turned around and grabbed a whiskey bottle. Elena glanced around and studied the people in the bar. The sky had started to turn dark and the bar had followed, the dim lights trying to light up the room. The woman placed a glass in front of her and began to fill it up with bourbon.

"That'll be-"

"Free." Elena interrupted her, looking up into her eyes. The woman laughed and stared at her as if she had two heads.

"I don't think so," she said. Elena narrowed her eyes and stood up for a second, staring into her eyes and watching as her pupils began to dilate.

"My drinks are free," Elena told her before sitting back down.

"On the house," mumbled the woman before she turned to walk away.

"Leave the bottle," she demanded. The blonde haired woman placed the whiskey bottle in front of Elena and then she wandered off to the other end of the bar.

Elena took a swig out of the glass and the liquid burnt as it hit the back of her throat. She winced and screwed up her eyes but continued to drink anyway. Once she had drained the glass, she filled it straight back up and continued to drink, almost hell bent on getting completely drunk.

"Hello beautiful," A voice from beside her said in a sultry voice and Elena rolled her eyes. She looked up and saw a man had perched himself on the stool beside her and was looking at her in curiosity.

"Can I help you?" asked Elena, taking a deep cool breath which helped soothe the burning at the back of her throat.

"I've just never seen a woman drink like that before," he replied, referring to the once again drained whiskey glass. "You've got a thing for bourbon?"

"Something like that," she muttered, pouring more liquid into the glass.

"Can I join you?" The man asked and she nodded her head.

"Sure,"

Elena crashed her lips to his, her mind completely fuzzy. She didn't really know why she was doing this, she could just kill him here and now, but she liked the thought of getting a little fun out of it before hand. He ran his hands down the sides of her body, stopping when he reached her hips.

"So- beautiful-" he muttered between kisses. Elena pushed him back and he hit the wall which was connected to the back of the Mystic Grill. Her hands on his face urged him on and he hooked one of his hands underneath her thigh, lifting it up so that it was level with her hip. He leant down and attached his lips to her neck, kissing down in a line until he reached her collarbone. She pushed him from her and slammed his back into the wall behind him, her hand going for his throat.

"Hmm.. kinky," he smirked at her but she scowled at him.

"Shut up," snapped Elena, her fingers closing around his throat.

"What are you-" he began but Elena closed her fingers tighter around his windpipe. He started to gasp and claw at his throat, his eyes wide with fear as he tried to remove her vice grip.

"Shut up!" shouted Elena and immediately, the man stopped struggling and stayed quiet, his hands falling to his sides. Elena smirked as she felt her face changing and she plunged her fangs into his neck, the familiar and metallic taste of blood hitting her taste-buds. She sighed in content as she drained the last of her victim. Dropping him to the floor, she had begun to wipe her face with the back of her hand when she felt a dart impale through her back.

Elena gasped and span around, spotting three officers pointing guns at her. The silence was strong but Elena couldn't hear anything. The dart was filled with vervain and she was slowing down. She wasn't about to go down without a fight however. Elena yanked the dart out of her back and shot forwards, her fang elongated. She didn't get more than two steps before several guns began to fire at her. Darts hit her all over her body and she groaned in pain as the vervain pumped it's way into her. Elena stopped on the stop and her vision became hazy. She blinked once more, getting one last look at the officers around her before everything faded to black.

Elena's eyes fluttered open and her hazy vision slowly became clear. She coughed and looked around. She was in a cell. Her body ached and the vervain was still in her system, she was weak. Pushing her weight onto her hands, she stumbled to her feet and leant against the bars. Vervain ropes were tied tightly around her wrists and they were connected to her neck, making her hiss in pain every time she moved. She tugged on the ropes, trying to get them loose but the more she pulled, the tighter the rope around her neck ended up. She gasped for air and let her arms fall down.

"Hello?" She called out. "Hello!?"

Silence. She sighed and slid down the bars, simply having no choice but to wait and find out exactly what they wanted with her.

Time passed slowly, the vervain seeping into her pores and keeping her weak. The rope around her neck was getting tighter by the minute, even if she wasn't pulling. It was starting to get unbearable. Her eyes fluttered, trying to stay open but she was drained. She was just drifting off when a door slammed open and two guards stepped inside. Elena's eyes shot open and she looked up at the door. The first man was tall, muscular and clearly in charge, the other was very young and his hand was shaking as he held a gun.

"What do you want with me?" she croaked out, struggling to get up.

"Call it curiosity," The older guard said to her.

"Now I know that's not true," smirked Elena. "You used vervain darts. That says experience, not curiosity."

"All in good time, vampire."

"How did you know about me?"

"Other than the fact we caught you mid snack?"

"Yes," Elena muttered. "Other than that."

"You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time," The officer answered truthfully. He turned to his younger colleague. "Watch her,"

"Okay," The younger guard almost squeaked.

"If she gets stronger, shoot her." Then he turned on his heels and wandered back through the door. The younger guard took one look at her before he took a seat in the corner of the room. She sighed and slumped to the floor.

"What's your name?" She asked him, out of the blue.

"I shouldn't talk to you," he said.

"I'm only asking your name." murmured Elena. "What's wrong with that?

"Eddie." he replied.

"How old are you?"

"I- I shouldn't be talking to you!"

"Calm down," said Elena, coughing slightly. "I'm stuck in here, you may as well talk to me,"

"No," he insisted.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen,"

"Wow, so young." Elena said, pushing herself up again so that she was standing up.

"I guess,"

"Ouch," she mumbled, feeling the sting of the vervain against her neck. "Come closer."

"Why would I come closer?" he asked her, staying put.

"I'm in pain, it's not like I can hurt you. Just, come closer." said Elena, her eyes watering slightly. Eddie stood up, eyeing her warily. He held the gun out in a shaking hand, pointing it at her. Elena struggled to stay standing but leaning against the bars, she managed it. He took a couple more steps closer and kept the gun pointed at her.

"What do you want?" he asked her.

"I want you to tell me where the keys are." demanded Elena, compelling him. She had hoped it would work. Although she was weak, she was strong enough to compel someone and by the looks of this boy, he was far to inexperienced to be ingesting vervain.

"They're on the hook by the door," He muttered, his eye line completely on her.

"Good, go and get it," He turned around and walked towards the door, pulling a large key off of the hook. He turned back to face her. "Unlock the door."

Eddie walked over to the cell door and put the key in the lock. Twisting it around once, the lock clicked and the door swung open much to Elena's delight. Now the only problem was getting rid of the vervain ropes.

"Untie me," she demanded and immediately, he dropped the dart gun and began to untie her hands. Elena hissed as the ropes burned her because of the movement. Once he had released her hands, he loosed the rope around her neck and freed her. "Thank you,"

She stared at him, wondering what she was going to do with him. Not much considering how weak she felt. With one quick look at the door, she pushed him backwards into the cell and locked the door. Then, she walked towards the door, staying completely quiet. She didn't know what kind of the weapons the other guards had and she wasn't taking any chance. Quietly, she rounded the corner and could hear movement coming from a room down the hallway. Tucking her straight brown hair behind her ears, she listened closely.

"We could use her as bait?" She heard a man say and immediately she scowled.

"There is no guarantee she even knows any of the vampires in the area!"

"Well, what do you suggest we do then, Greg?"

"I say we keep pumping her full of vervain and get her to give us names!"

"You just said she might not know other vampires!"

"It's the best we have!"

Elena tuned them out and rushed across the hallway into what looked like an office. The room was a complete mess. It was hard to figure out what could be useful and what was junk. There was paperwork every where. Elena searched around for anything that seemed useful while trying to be quiet but everything was just trash. She came across nothing. The brunette sighed and turned around. She gasped when she spotted a large whiteboard which she had missed on the way in. The whiteboard was pinned to the wall and was covered in marker. At the top of the board, the word 'vampire' was written in bright red marker pen. A full list of names almost filled the entire board but one at the bottom made Elena's blood run cold.

Klaus Mikaelson.

If they were after Klaus then everyone who was with him would get caught in the crossfire. Elena's eyes widened and she let out a sigh, her voice letting out a small whisper.

"Caroline,"

Hey everyone!
If i'm honest, I bloody hate this chapter! I think the writing is awful and it's such a bad filler chapter but it was necessary. I'm not happy with this at all but if I re-write it, I'll probably hate it even more.
Anyway, let me know what you think! Please leave a review
-Dreamer