TAINTED DESIRES ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ a tvdu fanfic

three .

Isobel.

Isobel was her mother's name.

Elena couldn't quite process this information but she ached to find out more.

Therefore, she decided to visit the only lead they had on Isobel.

Trudie Peterson.

She knocked on the door, her heart in her throat. She felt sick, the nerves overtaking her body.

The door opened to show a woman.

"Trudie? Trudie Peterson?"

The woman looked confused but nodded.

"Yes, thats me."

"My name is Elena Gilbert and I wanted to talk to you about Isobel Flemming."

Why was this so difficult? Her hands were clammy and her brain racing with thoughts. What if Isobel was dead after all? She didn't know if she could cope with that.

"Well, I haven't heard that name in years. How do you know her?"

"I think that.. well- do you know if she had a baby that she gave up for adoption?"

"My god. You're her daughter, I was just gonna make some tea. Would you like some?"

She was laughing. Elena's life was being thrown completely upside down and she was laughing? The young girl didn't see anything funny about this situation but she smiled politely.

"Uh.. sure"

"Kitchen's this way."

In the kitchen, Elena was trying to pull any information out of this woman that she possibly could, but it was no use. Nothing she said was giving her any clue to Isobel's current whereabouts.

Something about the tea smelled.. familiar.

Her eyes widened as the realisation set in. It was vervain.

"You didn't invite me in. This is vervain.. you know."

Trudie stands up.

"You need to leave. Now."

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Please, leave now!"

Elena gets up and leaves quickly, she sees a man in the road as she gets into her car. She quickly locks the doors and drives off.

The man slowly walks down the street towards where Elena was parked.

—

In the Mystic Grill, the whole group was pitching together to try and get information out of Damon, to no effect.

As her and Stefan were leaving, the same man from before was outside of the Grill. Her steps halted as she saw him, Stefan instinctively moving slightly in front of her to protect her.

"I have a message for Elena Gilbert."

The man said, his voice was stern and emotionless. These were clearly directed orders he had been given.