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2x08
I woke up in a dingy house with a pounding headache. Blinking my eyes slowly, I slowly sat up from the couch I was placed on and looked around, finding no one with me. As soon as I stood up, dizziness rushed through me and I felt something wet leak down my head. I lightly touched it and when I pulled my hand back, it was covered in red.
"Shit..." I sat back down on the couch, looking around the room in boredom and confusion. Why was I here? And who had taken me?
"You're awake. Good." My eyes snapped towards the door where a man was walking in carrying Elena, who was unconscious. I immediately stood up and backed into the corner of the room, trying to distance myself from the vampire who had bad intentions screaming all over him, and all over his mind.
Elena chose that moment to wake up and ask questions, "What do you want?"
The man shushed her as he leaned closer, untying her wrists and legs. She whimpered, "Please I'm hurt."
The vampire smiled and began leaning closer to her, "I know. Just a taste."
Just before he could bite into her neck, I rushed over and grabbed his neck, siphoning from him just long enough to make him shout in pain before I released him. He stepped back before looking at me in confusion, "What kind of witch are you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I asked making his eyes darkened and just before he could lunge at me, a woman appeared behind him, "Trevor! Control yourself."
"Buzzkill," Trevor said before walking off. I scoffed, "Asshole."
"What do you want with me?" Elena asked once again, cowering into the couch.
"My god, you look just like her." The woman said in an awed voice. Elena objected, "But I'm not! Please whatever you-"
"Be quiet." She snapped. I backed back into the corner, not liking the way she was staring at Elena like she was prey. Not even prey, her thoughts made it seem like she was more vindictive. Elena stood up from the couch, "But I'm not Katherine. My name is Elena Gilbert. You don't have to do this."
"I know you are. I said be quiet."
"What do you want?" At Elena's question, the woman then pulled her hand back and slapped Elena back into unconsciousness and she fell onto the couch, "I want you to be quiet."
"You didn't have to hit her so hard." I finally spoke, staring at Elena's knocked-out form. The woman walked toward me and inspected me before her eyes landed on my bleeding head.
"Your head is still bleeding, here," She bit her wrist and held it out to me, but I shook my head in disgust, "No thanks. I'd rather have a bloody head."
"Have it your way." She forced the blood into my mouth, and even with me siphoning from her, she managed to get it down my throat. As I coughed from the lack of air, she sighed, "I won't have my head cut off because you're hurt."
