Gabriella Gilbert || Vampire Diaries

Chapter Thirty

Edited

"Gabby!" Her voice whispers harshly. My eyes open and I'm immediately greeted by a dim light as a harsh pain in my head.

We were kidnapped. Again.

I touch my head and feel a dry blood trail down my cheek. Must be from when I got slammed against the car window. I examine my masquerade dress that I'm in. It's covered in blood. I rip off the mask that is surprisingly still on me and toss it to the side. I sit up and make eye contact with Elena as someone unties her ropes.

"Where are we?" I mumble, furrowing my brows at him.

"Shh," the man commands softly, "go back to sleep." For a second, I actually contemplate the command, but him leaning towards Elena makes my eyes widen. Elena starts panting a little.

"Please," she begs, "I'm hurt."

"I know, just one little taste," The man whispers, his British accent showing. He starts showing his vampire face. I sit up enough to block Elena.

"Trevor!" a British woman scolds, "Control yourself."

"Buzz kill," 'Trevor' mutters.

"What do you want with us?" I ask a little weakly.

"My god, you two look just like her," The British woman admires, looking down at the two of us. She ignored my question.

"Like we haven't heard that before. Now whatever you want—" I start.

"Be quiet!" The British woman demands.

"But we aren't Katherine." Elena starts. She sits herself up. "My name is Elena Gilbert. This is my sister Gabriella. You don't have to do this."
Go ahead and tell them our address while you're at it Elena.

"I know who you are I said be quiet." Elena stands up, making me scramble to my feet as well.

"What do you want from us?" Elena asks. The woman rolls her eyes and backhands Elena hard enough to make her fall back on the couch and knock her out cold.

"I want you to be quiet." The woman snaps. She starts walking off, making me stomach boil with anger.

"What the hell?!" I exclaim, taking a few steps towards her. She turns around with an amused look on her face, yet annoyed. "All she wanted to know what you want from us. Is that too much to ask from our kidnappers?!"

She stands there and crosses her arms. "Don't you dare pay another hand on her," I growl. She looks at me for a few seconds before she starts laughing. Laughing, I tell you!

"What's so funny?" I demand, crossing my arms.

"You're just like her," she muses, "Personality and all. All you need to do is somehow take that hideous dye out of your hair and you'll be clones." As she says this, she takes slow steps towards me. "It amuses me how you threaten me like that though. Not matter." Pain shoots through my cheek as I'm backhanded against the couch again.

I hold my stinging cheek with my hand before glaring up at her. "Huh. Your pain tolerance is higher than your sister's," she notes as if studying me. I say nothing, causing her to give a satisfied smirk. "Now stay and don't run off," she commands as if I'm a dog. I scoff as she walks away.

Bitch.

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    "How are the girls?" the woman asks from the other room. Elena lays on my lap, still knocked out from the slap.