The Little Lockwood

Six

EDITED

Groggily, I wake up on a hard concrete floor. My hands and feet are bound, but I snap the rope easily with my strength as I come to my senses.

I sit up and pull my dress down back to right above my knees. I look and see a groggy Elena sitting up on a very old and distressed couch next to me.

"Elena are you okay?" I ask her, standing up and helping her stand to her feet.

She nods and closes her eyes,

"I'm okay, Debria. Who took us?" When she opens her eyes again, they are full of fear. She's scared shitless and I feel terrible for her.

"I don't know, Elena," I sigh and look around the huge, old room we were in.

We must be in some large old farm house.

I sniff once.

Dust. Books. Grass. Dry rot. Trees. Bleach. Vampire.

A floor board creaks, and I snap my head up to see a lady with short spiky hair standing at the top of a stair case at the entrance to this room.
I stand protectively in front of Elena, the wolf inside of me dying to come out and rip this vampire to shreds.

"What do you want with us?" I snap at her.

The vampire chick vamp speeds down to us, her eyes wide in amazement,

"Oh my god, you two look just like them."

Elena starts to talk,

"But I'm not. Please, whatever you-"

The vampire gets angry and cuts Elena off as she walks over to us,

"Be quiet!"

Elena steps out from behind me and keeps talking,

"But I'm not Katherine. My name is Elena Gilbert, you don't have to do this."

"I know who you are, I said be quiet," The vampire snaps back, her British accent hitting me hard now. She isn't even from here.

Elena gets frustrated now, wanting answers,

"What do you want?"

The vampire raises her hand to slap Elena but I catch it faster than she can move, and snap her wrist causing her to scream out in pain at her broken bone.

My eyes start to glow bright blue, I snarl at the vampire,

"Don't you even lay a hand on her."

The vampire backs away quickly from me, cradling her broken wrist as it starts to heal slowly,

"You are a lycanthrope. And you look exactly like the old one."

A man vampire comes down the stairs now,

"When is Elijah going to be here Rose? We could just leave them here and bolt."

Elijah? The name sounds familiar. I ignore this and keep listening to their conversation.

I step in front of Elena again and she thanks me with her eyes, I may be a little short and smaller than her but I am obviously the strongest one here.

"Who's Elijah?" I ask curiously, not caring about annoying either of them.

Rose, the lady vampire, pushes her wrist back into place with a sickening pop so it heals properly, then glares at me,