The Vampire of Beacon-Hills [ENGLISH VERSION]

S3b : Chapter Fourty-two

ELENA'S POV :

I take my momentum once again and run at full speed to crash into the door. Nothing works. The chains placed outside refuse to budge. No matter how much I pound on it, it doesn't give way. I move away, too exhausted to continue.

I've been locked up for a week now. Or maybe more ? I've lost track of time for a while now. And I still haven't eaten. I think that soon, I'll be ready to drink my own blood. Which won't do any good since I'll dry out anyway.

I lie down on the icy ground, closing my eyes, trying to calm my breathing and my hunger. Not moving allows me to gather my strength to start pounding on the door again, hoping that it will finally give way. My only distractions are my own thoughts. I've circled them several times, in fact. Wondering what the others are doing. How they're doing. Where they are. If they're looking for me or if they're busy with something else. I also wonder what Jason is doing and why he's locked me up here, in the dark, without even trying to torture me except for a few blows with a stake from time to time. Actually, yes, I know why. He's getting back at me. We were friends and I abandoned him. Today, I'm the one who's been abandoned. I have to admit that. It certainly hurts more to know that's what it's like to be tortured.

A noise reaches my hearing, which I think has diminished. Like all the others. The chains that have haunted me so much in recent days fall and my oppressor enters the room while I don't deign to open my eyes. I don't move a single centimeter when I hear him approach me. He leans towards me and lifts my hair to see my face. I then open my eyes and plant the stake in his thigh. He lets a small cry escape his lips as he removes it while I stand up. I give him a kick in the leg that makes him lose his balance. I get up and waste no time in attacking him. He manages to parry it in time and counterattack. I throw my fist and manage to break his nose. This one retaliates very quickly and after a few blows he manages to put me in an armlock and immobilize me on the ground, sending his foot into my ribs multiple times. He retrieves the piece of wood and plants it in my chest, near my heart. My breath catches as he holds it in place, staring.

"You really thought you could beat me," Jason sneers.

"I don't think the fight is very fair."

"Oh, come on. This isn't the first time this has happened to you. Well... usually you're the one in the strong position."

"I'm not like that anymore."

"I saw. Do you know what else I saw ? Your weakness."

He pulls the stake out with a sharp jerk and I hold back a scream, gritting my teeth. The more days go by, the more my strength leaves me.

"You're weak and fragile."

I try to ignore his words by focusing on controlling my hunger. My canines come out anyway, ready to put me on the table.

"You see Elena. The problem with you is that you're afraid. Afraid of failing. Afraid of hurting others. And the most pathetic thing... is that you're even afraid of yourself and what you might be capable of doing."