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The men who had taken the others took Rebekah. Judging by the fact that she hadn't come to exact her revenge, you assumed it was bad that she hadn't appeared. It meant that whoever had her was able to hold her.

At some point it had whittled down to you and a handful of supernaturals you didn't trust. So being sensible. You decided to try and rescue everyone by yourself. It took you several hours to figure out where the group was. Every minute that ticked by made you more nervous. Sneaking around a hidden cabin in the woods with tunnels underground that was filled with injured supernaturals made you far more anxious.

It took a long time for you to be able to even approach the back door of the place. The longer it took the more your resolve wavered and you started to feel sick with nerves. But as soon as you saw your opening you took it, darting across the open space between the woods you'd watched them from and the cabin. No one saw you which you were grateful for. But no you had to sneak past a sleeping guard and steal his key to the back door.

The key was snatched from the hook and you were round the corner, just as the guard woke up. You had a few seconds to figure out which key went to the door but you managed to find it just in time. Damon was nearest the door, realizing you wouldn't have enough time to let everyone out you unlocked his cage and dragged him out. He managed to stagger to his feet and deal with the first lot of guards and vanished off to stop the stream of vervain gas filling the room. You started unlocking all the gates you could and left them to help each other up to ensure you got everyone. You reached the last pen and froze. Rebekah's head snapped up and she glared at you. When she saw it was you, she looked relieved. "You really have no idea how beautiful you are."

"You're lucky I'm going to save you." You said cautiously as you opened the lock and helped her out. Stefan weakly called to you, urging you to hurry. He sighed and hurried back inside to help you carry Rebekah out.

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