Chapter 35

Oh, hell.

First Elizabeth. Now, Elena. What kind of game is Danae playing?

William paced the empty road impatiently, checking the black tar surface for any sign that Elena was here. He had checked the car. Nothing there. He had checked the road, the thick forest by the side of the road, the abandoned building surrounding them.

Not a clue.

Frustrated, he walked back to the car, his strides wider and angrier, and slid inside the driver's seat. Moment's ago, he had hung up on Stefan, something he probably should not have done considering Elena had been taken on his watch. How careless was he, that he couldn't even hear Elena being taken?

Something gold glinted from the corner of his eyes and he paused, his face in his hands. Through the spaces between his fingers he could see the shining golden object. Curious, he sat up straight. There, right on the floor of the car, at the passenger seat's side, he could see it, shimmering slightly.

A coin.

An odd thought struck him. What are the chances of him stepping on a weird coin outside after Elena disappeared and then finding one inside the car, near the place where Elena sat.

Slowly, keeping his eyes on his surrounding, he bent down and took the coin. It felt hot in his hand, like burning gold. This one was larger and thicker. Again, the faces of the coin was different from the regular ones. One side of the coin was engraved with a picture of a girl tied to a post. On the other side was an engraving of another girl, with a noose loosely tied around her neck.

Cold fear washed over him, real fear that scared him because before, he had never been scared of anything. Hard as it is to admit, he actually thought himself superior to others. Not Charlie, of course. But the others, the younger ones, the ones whose power couldn't beat his. Yes, he was, maybe just a bit, arrogant, and he had never let anything scare him. The only times when he had felt afraid, no, worried, was when Elizabeth had to meet the council, when he had to wait outside the closed doors to know what was going to happen to her.

Shaking his head as if throwing away his thoughts, he turned the engine on and pressed his foot hard on the accelerator, speeding away.

He didn't now where he was going, or what he was going to do. In fact, this was the first time he went ahead with something without planning carefully. That thought scared him too.


Elena woke up to the sound of something thudding.

Dazed, she slowly opened her eyes. Her head felt sore and something warm and sticky was trickling down her left cheek. She raised a finger and touched the spot. Ruby red blood coated her finger pads when she examined them.

The thudding sound grew closer. Panicking, she stood up and raised her hands in front of her. She could see nothing, not even her own hands. The darkness consumed everything and blindly, she moved around the room, feeling the walls curve as she moved. Odd. Was the whole room circular? Her hands touched something cold and metallic. A door. Her hands travelled further upwards and felt locks, huge iron locks that were obviously locked.

The thudding sound was right outside the door now. Quickly, she staggered backwards and tripped over something, making her fall. Her hands touched something, something furry and wet that wriggled several times before scurrying away. Disgust and horror filled her but she fought hard to keep her mouth shut.

' Still not awake, then?' a gruff voice said from behind the door.

' Nope. Not a sound,' another voice answered.

There was a short pause. Then, the gruff voiced man talked again. ' I can smell her blood. Just get this over with-'

' No. She wants her alive.'

Another pause. Then, the sound of heavy footsteps started again, this time it faded away. Exhaling with relief, Elena slowly backed up, away from the door, when again, she bumped into something. Something moist fell into her arm. Heart racing fast, she looked down and saw the outline of something small, wriggling on her arm. More dropped onto her arms, shoulders and neck. They wriggled down her back, touched her skin. This time, she couldn't stop herself from screaming.


William stared at the coin in his hands. There were two now. The first coin was more bronze than gold, and it felt colder than the larger golden one. The bronze coin had no pictures on its sides, just words, letters jumbled up. It was small, making the letters appear squeezed, like a single word.

One line, lots of letters, one word.

More lines, more letters, more words.

More words.. That would make it a...a poem of some sort.

He stared at it intently now. Yes. He can definitely read the letters better now.

There she sat, among the wreck,
behind doors that will never break,
neither at land, nor at sea,
she knows now that she can never be free


not part of the story obviously- sorry if its a bit short but, hey! we're back=)