𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

1. Rose

Bright light made her squint her eyes shut again. She pressed her hand to her head moaning at the pain that shot through her body. She stirred in a feeling like someone was hammering her head.

"Mae?" she heard a voice faintly call her. She moaned in response still trying to open her eyes.

"Mae? Wake up, please. Wake up." the voice called her again. Her hand went up shielding her eyes from the light that blinded her. Turning away, her eyes settled on the dusty moist ridden ceiling. They then roved to the walls which were surpringly intact before they wandered to the girl next to her.

"Maeve?" She blinked her eyes a few times before everything came into focus?

Maeve checked herself first. She noticed the crack in her ring, the dust covering her wine red dress. "Great." she lightly cursed before turning to the girl. "Elena? Where the fuck are we?"

Elena breathed a sigh seeing her awake, "I don't know. But I think they are vampires." she slumped on the couch across Maeve. Maeve rolled her eyes slapping her forehead.

"I just had to be there with you!" Maeve blatantly stated making Elena's jaw drop. "The one time I give in to this ridiculous social obligation of checking up on each other I end up here──in this ditch, next to you for God knows what reason." Maeve stood up smoothening her dress before taking off her heels. She walked to the tainted windows trying to find an escape.

"There's nothing here." A female voice affirmed making both of them turn their heads to the staircase in the room. A pixie haired woman stood ahead of them, glaring at Elena. She turned to Maeve studying the odd stranger they had to bring along, "there's nothing for miles. Your efforts would be to waste." she said confidently.

Maeve rolled her eyes walking over to the couch in the room. "And what makes you think I am scared of you."

"I am a vampire sweetheart. Five hundred years old at that. I wouldn't test if I were you." Maeve raised her hands in surrender.

"What do you want from me?" Elena questioned the pixie haired woman. A daring facade took over her scared features. Maeve crossed her arms holding back a mischievous sly grin wanting to see how daring could Elena get.

"My god, you look just like her." The girl replied befuddled.

Hearing her words, Maeve rolled her eyes scoffing,"Of course, it's because of that bitchy-woo." Maeve murmured under her breath.

"But, I am not. Whatever you think―" Elena was rudely interrupted by the woman exclaiming, "Quiet!"

"I am not Katherine. My name is Elena Gilbert. You don't have to do this." Elena tried pleading again.

Maeve stomped closer to Elena ignoring the cold floor beneath her bare feet, "Uh, hey doppelganger." She caught Elena's attention. "In case...I mean, just in case, her words didn't register, she said "you look just like her" which is a common man understanding that she knows you are not Katherine." Elena scowled at Maeve who stared back unaffected. "Besides, Katherine is too much of a tough cookie then you to get kidnapped."

"Maeve, not now." Elena strictly told her. Maeve flashed a tight smile turning to the only vampire in the room. "May I know your name or is that also on the list of no-no?"

"It's Rose." She introduced herself with a smile.

"Maeve, but you already caught onto that because of this one here."

"What do you want?" Elena asked again. Rose rolled her lips into a tight straight line. She raised her arm and slapped Elena causing her to fall back on the couch. Maeve craned her neck to check on Elena who was unconscious now.