The room is nice at least. The carvings on the wooden bed felt expensive. There are no curtains, no windows. Instead, the space is used up by a column of shelves, filled with books ranging from fiction to academia. Her fingers grazed upon the numerous titles once her original panic subsided. Nothing sparks her interest, not unless there's a book somewhere titled 'How to escape a kidnapping: For dummies'
The bracelet filled with vervain that Damon gave her was gone, along with Bonnie's amulet. She didn't need it to avoid compulsion. Still, she missed the comfort it provided. Alyssandra's gaze catches to the dreamcatcher on her wrist. It was the only magical thing that Elijah hadn't taken off her, most likely because it looked like an ordinary girl's jewelry (or maybe it was the glamor Sheila added on).
She knows it's at least been a day since she was teennapped and she wonders just how her friends and family are doing back in Mystic Falls. She wonders if they were trying to find her.
Alyssandra hadn't expected to get kidnapped, of course, yet here she was. She could still see Trevor's head rolling to the side and Rose's panicked expression on seeing her partner of a little below a millenia, die. She feels her panic rise once again and pushes it away.
Alyssandra rushes to the left side of the bed as the door is unlocked. Fear rises up to her throat, causing the top of her chest to shake and wither. Her jaw clenched, knuckles white as her fingers strained in its hold to the bedpost.
The door opens and reveals her captor. Elijah stood tall with broad shoulders and suit perfectly tailored to the monster wearing it. His eyes were sharp as he stares her down. He remains on the other side of the room, giving her ample space. Yet Alyssandra knew it was nothing but an illusion of safety.
He looks different from the day before, when he took her from the abandoned warehouse and into his car. He's more relaxed- in control now that there were no brothers attacking him out of nowhere. He's already won. He has the doppelgänger.
She tugs on her bloodied sleeve, pulling the fabric down to her palms to cover her wrist. He can't know the truth.
Alyssandra swallows thickly and forces herself not to shake. She speaks first, "Where are we?"
"Somewhere your friends can't find you."
to be continued...
Author's Note: Hey, I'm trying to rewrite this story. I hope you guys will like that too. A lot of changes has happened in my life the past two years. I've moved countries, for one. I'd appreciate it a lot if you guys check out that fic as well. I've already posted the full chapter of the snippet here, but I think this is the whole vibe of the story.