It had been a few days since Stefan had walked into a nightmare that involved the infamous Klaus and Elena. He was sure that Elena had planned on drinking the blood that they both knew she shouldn't have, but she had never lied to him and so he knew he should believe her explanation. It made sense, she was stressed and didn't always do best with big changes.
She hadn't come out of the house since they got there, and he was starting to get concerned. Something was up, he just didn't know what. He figured it was time to try and pick her brain, he got up from the love seat that sat in front of the fire. Dusk had fallen around the house and everyone was out enjoying the city, Stefan approached the staircase and made his way up to the second floor of the house.
He saw Elena's door was partially open, he made his way slowly over to the door, when he heard unexplainable noises coming from the room that sounded like some sort of struggle. He started opening the door, confused by what he was hearing.
"Elena?" he questioned as he opened the door.
He looked around and there was no one to be found in the room, he started yelling her name, but a response to ease his eagerness was not returned.
Stefan heard the front door from downstairs open, he ran down the staircase at vamp speed hoping it would be Elena, but it was Damon, Bonnie, and Caroline stumbling in laughing.
As soon as Damon saw Stefan's face he knew something was wrong.
"What is it brother?" Damon asked.
Stefan took a few steps towards them and said...
"It's Elena, she's gone...."
