Dylan Salvatore (Elijah Mikaelson love story)

One

        *edited*

        My eyes shot open, as my throat burned. I have never been this thirsty before. I stare at the ceiling trying to remember what's happened to me after I was walking with Elena to the grill. I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion as I look around to see I was not in my room. I don't remember anything from the past couple of days, except being in some type of room and hearing the name Klaus and something about original vampires. I felt eyes on me so I turn my head towards the door way and saw Alaric standing in the door way. I grumble and sit up.

        "What happened to me?" I asked confused, while grabbing the back of my neck. I most have gotten my neck snapped again. I mentally slapped myself for that, as I waited for Ric to answer.

        "Well I could give you the short story or the extra long version. Which do you prefer sugar plum?" He sassily chuckled. I sat glaring at Ric and his unnecessary sass. He just smiled in my direction and turned to walked into living room of his apartment.

        "I want the story that will give me the most information, Alaric." I said with the same amount of sass that he gave me. I got up and followed after Ric into the living room and sat with him on the couch. Once I had sat down he gave me two blood bags and a glass of whiskey he had so generously gotten for me. I smiled at him gratefully and took the bags and whiskey from him. As soon has I had gotten the whiskey I chugged it like my life depended on it. Which it did. Ric chuckled and quietly watched me drink.

        "Slow down their hot shot. I guess I'll start from when you and Elena were kidnapped."

        "Wait so the doppelbitch and me were kidnapped? All I remember is walking to the grill with Elena and a pain in my neck." I raised an eyebrow and looked at Ric over the blood bag.

        "I will get there let me explain child." I rolled my eyes at his reply and ushered him to continue on. "From what I know, You two where taken by a girl name Rose and a guy I don't remember the name of. She had drugged you with so much vervain that it knocked you out according to Elena. This girl Rose had told Elena that you both were on an originals list, you especially. Rose knew why Elena was wanted but not your reason. Just that Elijah and Kol were looking for you."

        "Wait, Who are these Kol and Elijah people?" I asked more confused now than I was 10 minutes ago.

        "Elijah is one of the original vampires and so far he is not a good person, Dylan. I don't know who Kol is, just that I figure he's an original. Before Elijah had shown up they had tried to wake you up but they did not have any success. So Elena said rose made her feed you her blood to try to wake you up."

        "Okay, I sort of remember waking up to see a head on the floor and an terrified Elena. A girl was screaming and a man wiping blood off his hand, the man was also in a really expensive suit. Suit man had grabbed Elena and me and started to walk towards the door., when someone staked me about three centimeters from my hart. after that absolutely nothing, but other than that it's all pretty blurry and vague."

        "Well Damon and Stefan had shown up. Stefan said he had staked you then broke your neck and they had left you there after they thought that Elijah had been killed. I went back to get you and noticed Elijah was no longer on the door and you were still out cold with a necklace in your hand. You were starting to turn gray. I brought you back and long story short Bonnie did some of her witchy juju on you. then you were out for the last couple of days and now we are here."

        "Okay, To get this straight, I'm hunted by an original that isn't dead and can't die I'm guessing?" I asked looking at Ric. He nodded and I continued on. "Stefan stabbed me way to close to the heart, which doesn't make any sense. Both my brothers left me there after Stefan stabbed me and almost killed me. And last but not least I'm only alive because you saved my ass." I grumble and ground my teeth together trying to think of a good reason why my brothers did what they did.