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Lady Elizabeth Davenport

(correct me if i'm wrong)

Chapter 17

" They killed Aunt Medeline. " Elizabeth eyes' were blazing red.

" I know I know. But we have to go before there are others coming. They had spotted us. " Stefan approached Elizabeth whose body was trembling hard, hand clutched into a fist.

Elizabeth didn't move but instead red aura was starting to form around her. Stefan looked at her as she was no longer looked like Elizabeth Davenport because her face was fierce, full of anger. She didn't look human, she looked like a vampire. Not that she wasn't one already. Fangs emerged. Then, Elizabeth was holding a ball of fire, which was getting bigger every second.

" Lizzie! what are you doing? Cut it out!" Stefan yelled, trying to get near her but could't since a massive heat wave was radiating from her. And it was hot enough to get him burn to dust.

" They. Killed. Aunt. Medeline, " Elizabeth repeated word by word.

" She did nothing and they killed her. Monster..they're monsters, " Elizabeth said through her teeth.

The wallpaper around her was dissolving. Flames swirled around her.

" Elizabeth, stop! You have to take control of your power! "

" I can't stop.. Stefan, help." Tears were on her cheeks.

Stefan rushed out of the room and stood infront of the doorway because the wall was now burning. He changed the setting of the anti-vampire gun and then aimed at Elizabeth. He didn't want to do it but he had to since Lizzie was about to burn the whole room. The bullet hit Elizabeth and all the flame dissappeared. She fell lifelessly to the floor.

Stefan instantly rushed towards her and lift her up. Elena then appeared on the doorway. She stared at the burnt room.

" What happened here? I just woke up and I sensed fire. And where's aunt Me.. " She didn't continue as she saw a a corpse on the bed. Which didn't look like it anymore since it was now black coloured and most part of the body turned into ashes. But she knew and immediately covered her mouth.

" No time to expain. We have to go. Get the car key, " Stefan replied, trying to get control of his voice.

Charlie couldn't stop thinking. He could feel Danae's presence but.. it was impossible. And this Elizabeth Davenport, she was her descent. She inherited Danae's power. It was obvious of how powerful she was. Or could it be she was Danae herself? But Danae was locked up long time ago and it was impossi-

" Sir! We found her! Meredith see her!" One of the member of the council emerged from the door cutting through Charlie's thoughts.

Meredith was an old vampire from Belgium. She was very useful to the council since she could locate anyone in a second. It was her ability to see anyone's location everytime she closed her eyes. But in Elizabeth case, before this, she could never locate her. She didn't know why but everytime she was looking for Elizabeth, she only saw a blur image. And she seldoms get blurry image. Actually, she never did. Now finally, Meredith finally caught sight of her.

Meredith entered Charlie's room with her eyes shut and walk towards the nearest sofa. It was as if she could see where she was going." It's hard to see where she is.. but. She was using her power and the power seemed to.. I dont know. Struck an image to me or something. Just now, she was in a room. Everything was burning. The walls. Smoke everywhere. But now, no more. She's.. in a car at the back. " Meredith was shivering and sweating. " Image.. getting blurry. A.. girl beside her. With dark brown hair. A guy in front driving. He's driving towards an airport in..." Then, Meredith's eyelids fluttered open.

Charlie looked at her waiting for another clue of where Elizabeth was.

" I'm sorry, sir. I can't see anything anymore. The power in her seemed to lessen and somehow I can't connect with her. The image is blurry, just like before, " Meredith said sadly, blinking her eyes several times.

" How about the person she was with? Can't you see them?"

Meredith shook her head.

Charlie frowned. " How come you couldn't see those persons she's with? Who might they be.. " he trailed off. "Airport.. She must be going somewhere far probably. " He was talking to himself now.

Meredith only nodded. Sweat was dripping from her face.

" You can go. Thank you for your help, " Charlie bowed at the old vampire.

Charlie took his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. " Search her in every airport now in every country before we loose track of her."

She wore a long black robe that glittered with her every movement. Underneath that robe, she wore a shimmery little black dress, belted around her slim waist by a black leather belt. Held in place by the belt was a silver dagger that glinted in the moonlight. She also wore a pair of black metallic boots, the kind you could only get off Christian Louboutin's runway. Her fiery red hair blew around her in the cold night breeze.

Heather smiled to herself under the full moon.

" And you thought you could run from me, Elizabeth Davenport."

Chapter 16

Elizabeth Davenport stared at the wide window that covered most of her room for a long time. Outside, the rain showed no sign of slowing down or stopping. In fact, it seemed to be getting worse. She tilted her head to the side and that simple movement made her realise something.

Someone else was with her in the room.

Elizabeth froze and felt all her insides turn to ice. Her heart doubled their pace and Danae, the very woman who has been haunting her dreams for so long, smiled in a satisfied way.

' What's the matter, Elizabeth?' Danae sauntered slowly towards her, the fangs getting more prominent. ' Cat got your tongue?'


Elizabeth Davenport woke up with a start, cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She gripped her blankets tightly in her hands, trying hard to calm herself down. Suddenly, the air in her temporary bedroom seemed to suffocate her. It was too thick, smothering her.

Something crashed to the floor near her bedpost and the wind blew in her room through the open window. The open window that was locked before.

And next to that window, there was a dark silhouette resting languidly against the bare wall.

Slowly, Elizabeth eased herself towards the end of her bed and put her foot down on the wooden floor quietly.

The dark shadow moved and stood up straight. ' I have had enough of chasing you around all day, Elizabeth. Just make this easy for everyone and keep quiet. It will be a quick death anyway.'

Elizabeth clenched her shaking hands into fists and focused, thinking of only one word that could really help her right now. Fire. She kept running the word in her mind and soon, her palms were glowing a subtle red. Quickly, she thrust her hand forwards in a throwing gesture and the white gossamer curtain next to the unknown shadow burst into wild flames. There was a yelp from the shadow.

Using that as her chance to escape, she quickly scrambled up and ran to the dark hallway, only illuminated by the moonlight from outside. Behind her, inside her bedroom, a male voice was yelling out profanities and a brighter orange glow was emanating from inside the room.

Find Stefan, she thought desperately. Stefan, Stefan, Stefan.

Her hands groped around in the darkness and found something round and cold. A doorknob. Quickly, she twisted it and slammed the door behind her, locking it twice in the process. Then, she realised where she was. This wasn't Stefan's room. This is Aunt Madeline's.

The lights suddenly switched on by itself and the room was suddenly bathed in a harsh yellow glare. Somebody suddenly grabbed her arms, pinned it behind her back. The door to the bedroom suddenly burst open and a faint scent of smoke lingered in the room.

' I have the little witch, Cam,' declared a voice behind her.

' Good,' replied another voice. ' She almost set me on fire.'

' Almost?' Elizabeth intervened. Maybe she could keep them talking long enough for her to do something. ' I already did.'

The guy named Cam walked around to face her, his white blond hair sooty, and tilted her chin up. Then, he quickly dropped his hand, smiling a pained smile.

' I see that what Heather said about touching her was true,' he said, leaning back as if examining her. Elizabeth looked away from him and for the first time, noticed Aunt Madeline's bed.

And Elizabeth didn't know whether to vomit, scream, or cry.

Because the crisp white duvet was stained and smeared with ruby red blood and Aunt Madeline's lifeless corpse was lying there, her glassy eyes staring blankly at the ceiling and Elizabeth could see from where the blood was coming from. On the side of Madeline's throat, there was a long red open gash.

Cam followed her gaze and laughed softly to himself. ' Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth. You are a vampire now. It's no time to cry over a little blood. These human vermins have too much of those anyway.' He waved a dismissive hand, as if to emphasise how little he cared about killing someone.

But Elizabeth saw differently. For a moment there, all she saw was red, angry red, and the next thing she knew, her red glowing hands were around Cam's neck, which was blistering and sizzling. His partner was advancing on her but with just one quick shove, Cam's partner was sprawled on the floor, beating out the small spheers of flames dancing on his coat.

' You,' Elizabeth snarled to the choking Cam,' are going to regret the day you ever came here.' She tightened her grip on his neck but Cam suddenly went limp and dissolved into a pile of white dust. Turning around, she saw Stefan standing at the doorway, holding one of those big guns with the anti-vampire bullets she remembered so well.

Stefan's face paled visibly when he saw his aunt but he seemed to gain control of himself. ' We need to leave. Now,' he ordered.



Heather stared at the slim silver phone in her hand disgustedly. It's been three hours and still, Cam, her new recruit, hasn't called with news yet.

They've failed, she thought, sickened. They have failed catching Elizabeth. An easy task and they managed to screw it up.

In a rage, she threw the phone at the wall opposite her and it shattered into millions of tiny silver pieces.

' Now, now. Let's not start throwing things around.'

Heather whirled around at the sound of the chillingly hypnotic voice but saw no one. ' Who's there?' she called out, her voice breaking a little at the end. Nervously, she cleared her throat.

' I shall only reveal myself to you when I can trust you, Heather.'

' Trust me with what?'

The voice laughed lightly. ' I believe that we may want the same person dead. For entirely different reasons, of course, but the same person nontheless. Or shall I say, the same girl.'

Heather froze and when she did speak again, no other voice in the world conveyed more hatred than the one in Heather's voice. ' You mean, Elizabeth Davenport?'

' Yes.'

' How are you going to kill her?'

' Easy. You just have to agree to co-operate with me.'

Heather shrugged. ' Fine. I agree.'

' Good,' came the reply from the chilling lilting voice and someone suddenly materialised in front of her. A woman. A very beautiful woman at that.

And suddenly, Heather was drifting away. She was watching her body from a far. Her body which was now some else's.

' I'm Danae, by the way,' said the person inside Heather's body. ' Heather, right? ' Heather watched herself strike several poses in front of the full length gilded mirror. ' I have to say, I chose quite a...hot...body.' Then, Danae-Heather smiled at herself and the real Heather realised that she had just given up her body for Elizabeth Davenport to be destroyed.

chapter 14

"Any news yet,Heather?" Charlie asked, concerned, instead of angry.

"No, Charlie. No one in this Council has managed to track Elizabeth down," she replied professionally, and added "yet" silent enough for only her to hear.

Charlie, as the head of the Council was furious of the news of Madoc's death. Although Madoc was only on the lower rank at the Council, he was still a part of it. Charlie, however, still had doubts regarding the mysterious murder. Although Heather's words were very convincing, he felt something not right. For one, Heather was the only witness of the murder. Not that he didn't trust Heather or anything. He just felt something odd was going on.

Second, he felt something strong, something powerful. And to him, there's nothing stronger than this one thing he had ever experienced. The existence of Danae. Somewhere out there in the world, wandering. He could sense it. And it wasn't good.

"How come none of you can track where Elizabeth is? We always manage to track people with the record of time, 10 minutes the longest!" Charlie yelled to the Council members, in a huge meeting room. "And how long has it been now?"

"We're sorry sir, there's no sign of her." A member apologised.

"I asked you, how long has it been? Are you deaf?"

"I'm sorry, sir, It's been three days."

"Damn it! In this tiny world, consisting 195 countries, 7 continents, across 5 oceans, you cannot find ONE single person?"

"We've tried our best, sir. For the first time ever, we combined all the vampire forces just to search Elizabeth."

Charlie was shut by that. Could Elizabeth really be the one who inherited Danae's powers? Charlie began to think the most feared thought. He shook his head vigorously, not realising where he was at.

"Are you okay, Charlie? What were you thinking?" Heather asked, eyes widening.

"Nothing important," Charlie snapped and disappeared from the room.



Elizabeth rushed upstairs to the room once she finished her breakfast. Literally. She finished her break very fast. Very fast to avoid Stefan's curious stare and Elena's questions. Very fast which increased Stefan's curiosity. And very fast that Stefan was unable to catch up with her eating, which also means he couldn't question Elizabeth further more.

Stefan got up from the dining table and brisk-walked to Lizzie's room upstairs.

"Lizzie, come down. I know you don't want me to drain you with the questions you're thinking i might ask. Well, I want to, but if you don't want to, then I won't. I promise. Open the door, Lizzie." Stefan begged her, almost fell on his knees.

Lizzie opened the door, slowly, and steadily. She peeped through the door as she opened it, and saw Stefan, well, begging.

"Fine, let's go down. What's the occassion, anyway?" Lizzie replied, trying hard to fake a cheerful tone. Which again, failed.

"Don't fake it, Lizzie. I know. But I just don't understand how your wrist turned out that way,"

"I thought you promised, no questions!" Lizzie stopped on her tracks, in the middle of the staircase.

"Hey, that wasn't even a question."

"Fine, you got me. I don't even know. When i woke up from the dreadful dream-"

"Dreadful dream?"

"Y-yes.."

Their conversation ended as the flight of stairs reached the end, to Lizzie's relief. They found Madeline, Stefan's trusted aunt, sitting cross-leggedly on the single couch.

"Morning, Stefan, Elizabeth." she nodded to each of them. "Where's Elena? I need to tell all of you something, although I assume Elena knows this already."

Stefan narrowed his eyes in confusion but obeyed his aunt and called Elena. Madeline cleared her throat and began her speech as Stefan arrived with Elena.

"We are all gathered here today-"

"Oh come on, aunt Madeline, no need to be so formal. It's just us here." Stefan groaned.

"True. Just, straight to the point." Elena added.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little exhilarated." she said as she rolled her eyes. "So, I was saying, that, Stefan and Elena here, my nephew and niece..-"

Madeline paused to see Stefan, Elena and Elizabeth weren't leaning back anymore and were waiting expectantly and impatiently for her story. In fact, their eyes were widening, craving for information.

"are actually the descendants of former Vampire Guardians, Mason and Sylvia Salvatoire."

"Vampire Guardian?? What do you mean?" Stefan shouted, taken aback.

"I know," was all Elena's reply.

"You knew about this all along? And didn't even tell me??" he stared at her in disbelief.

"What are Vampire Guardians, aunt Madeline?" Elizabeth asked, still interested in the story.



Charlie was tapping his foot impatiently while sitting on his comfortable chair in his office, which, at that time, didn't feel comfortable at all. His curiosity was growing each second passing by. He couldn't stop thinking about why Elizabeth couldn't be found. Still. It was as if the Vampire Powers were very weak considering the combined forces of the vampires couldn't find her. The thought of Danae was also interrupting his mind. He felt the connection to her very close. Yet unreachable. He quickly put the thought aside as there was a more important matter to solve.



"Vampire Guardians, are actually humans. They were created, not exactly created, just given the privilege of immunisation against Vampire Powers."

"So that explains why Stefan experiences no effects whenever he touches me. Unlike any other people I know. Including Vampires themselves!"

"That's a very good news, Elizabeth!" Aunt Madeline cheered.

Stefan just nodded in response and was secretly thankful for the gift. "But aunt Madeline, how come I wasn't informed about this but Elena was?"

Aunt Madeline smiled at her nephew and said, "That's because you kids are only to be informed upon reaching the age 16. Elena stayed with your parents until she's sixteen, while you? You were fifteen, when you left, weren't you?"

Stefan flushed and didn't argue more. Elena, Elizabeth and Aunt Madeline stifled a laugh as they watched Stefan flushed with embarrassment. Now he knew why he was immune to Elizabeth. They all knew then, but the Council.




That night, Elizabeth slept peacefully, without the interruption of the horrifying dream; Danae. She was shocked, yet content, that Danae, the mirror image of her, didn't pay a visit. Or maybe Elizabeth already knew how to use her power against Danae. She couldn't tell just yet. And she still had a lot to learn about herself, mainly how to apply, or control her tremendous power that everybody was up to. And she still hadn't figured out why and how her wrist was as if tattooed. Beautifully tattoed with spiral patterns.

Chapter 13

Orange shadows flickered over Elizabeth's own eyes. Slowly, she opened them and felt fear course through her.

Large ember flames were dancing around her, licking her skin and dress, emanating heat as they drew closer towards her.

Where am I? she thought, panicked. All she could see were bright orange flames that were greedy for her.

Suddenly, the flames departed and gave way to an approaching shadow. The shadow was cloaked, but it was apparent that the shadow was female. Her body was tall, slim and slender, her movements graceful. Strands of her hair floated around her and as the shadow drew nearer, Elizabeth saw that the woman had golden hair. The same shade as hers. When the woman was close to her, Elizabeth realised that the fire was edging away, as if fearing the woman.

Slowly, the woman pushed off her hood and Elizabeth Davenport stared at Elizabeth Davenport. The woman in the hood was identical to her. Even her eyes were the same shade of emerald green.

' At last,' the woman said softly. ' I finally have the privilege of meeting Miss Elizabeth Davenport, in whose body runs my very essence of power.'

Elizabeth was speechless. The voice was definitely not hers.

The woman suddenly smiled, revealing two long and sharp fangs indenting her full lower lips. ' I thought I would die the other night,' the woman said. ' I thought my plan would fail so I decided on my Plan B. You made a great candidate to carry on my special talents, Elizabeth. But, I'm still alive, so I.....' The woman suddenly looked sad and a tad bit regretful. ' I need to destroy you.'

Elizabeth tried to move or at least say something, but she was frozen on that spot. It was as if something invisible was holding her in place. Her lips moved soundlessly and the woman laughed.

' You have double the size of my powers but you don't even know how to use it, do you?' Danae laughed and her laughter was cold. Lazily, she made a small waving gesture and the flames once again cornered Elizabeth. This time, they were bright red.

' Ironic, isn't it?' Danae drawled, examining her nails as if this wasn't worth her presence. ' Fire is your specialty but they're the ones killing you slowly now.'

Elizabeth saw one particular flame lash out and wrap itself around her wrist, slowly melting her flesh.

' I've marked you, young Elizabeth, and you cannot escape from me now,' Danae declared.

Then everything went pitch black.



' Elizabeth!' Stefan shook her awake. Elizabeth's face was pale and droplets of cold sweat slowly trickled down her white cheeks. She was trembling and screaming. Elena watched from behind, not shocked but interested.

Then, she woke up with a start. Colour slowly returned to her face and she looked fine, all of a sudden. Confused, she stared at Stefan's hand on her arm, which he slowly withdrew.

' Why were you screaming?' he asked her, stopping in front of a beautiful house. It was one level, long and narrow with many windows covering the walls. White gossamer curtains covered the windows and soft orange glows lined the driveway, giving it a romantic aura.

' Nothing,' Elizabeth answered and quickly asked,' Whose house is this?' Stefan gave her a curious look and decided that it was the best and only answer he'd get.

' My aunt's. We need to stay here for a short while until we have a chance to explain things to the Council. It's a good hiding place, though.'

Elizabeth was suddenly struck with a thought. ' And William?' she whispered.

Stefan froze, his hands on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white as he clenched his hands. ' He'll be fine,' he answered curtly.





Stefan's aunt was very nice and she was the only person he trusted. Madeline even knew about vampires and was prepared for the future consequences, but every now and then, she would throw in hints about Stefan and Elizabeth being together.

That night, Elizabeth went to sleep quickly, surprised at how exhausted she was. Just as she drifted off into oblivion, her dreams started to appear.

Her dreams were so vivid...so real..she almost believed it.

William was there in her dreams, holding up the shield for her to escape. The rain splashed down and soaked her through. William was yelling something, but his voice was drowned by the thundering rain.

Then, Stefan was there, pulling her towards his car. Elizabeth twisted impatiently in her seat and saw William collapse slowly as one of the guards shot him with precise aim. Right into William's heart. Elizabeth's heart felt like it was staked with many icy splinters when she saw Danae standing at the fringe of the crowd. Slowly, Danae looked up.

' He's dead because of you, Elizabeth. Good job. You're turning into me with every passing second.'



Elizabeth woke up with a start and felt something painful sear through her wrist. Looking down, she saw an intricate red mark with spiral patterns cover her wrist. At the place where the fire touched her.

There was a soft knock at the door. ' Elizabeth?' came Stefan's muffled call.

' Yeah?' Her voice broke at the very end and she cleared her throat slightly.

' Just wanna tell you that breakfast's ready.'

' I'll be down in a minute.' Panicking slightly, she looked around her for anything to cover her wrist and spotted a long piece of white fabric in the wardrobe. Elizabeth wound it around her wrist and quickly went down to have breakfast.

' What's that?' Elena asked curiously, looking up from her cheese bagel.

Elizabeth ducked into the fridge to avoid Stefan's stare. ' What's what?'

' That thing around your wrist.'

Elizabeth glanced at it vaguely, as if it was there all the time. 'Oh. That. Just a bit of accessory famous during my time.'

Elena looked at her in disbelief. ' You actually wear those?'

Elizabeth couldn't answer so she just nodded, because Stefan's eyes were narrowed at her wrist, confirming her worst fear. Stefan knew what she was hiding.





Miles away, Heather stared at her reflection in the mirror in anger.

William was gone. William Carstairs, the only reason she went to all her trouble of accusing Elizabeth, was no more. He had to rescue her, Heather thought disdainfully. He had to sacrifice his life for her.

A single tear slid down her cheeks and Heather couldn't control herself anymore. Soon, her sheets were wet with her tears for the only man she loved who was now dead.

It was clear to Heather what she must do. Elizabeth Davenport has to be destroyed and rid away from her life no matter what.

Chapter 12

William stood under the rain, letting the power flow in him. But he knew, the ice shield won't last. He was getting weaker as he tried to hold on. Hence, the shield was getting weaker too. Will became dizzy and he felt his hands became numb. In no time, the vampires could get through.

Behind the ice shield, vampires were trying to destroy the ice shield. Each vampire used their ability to attack the ice, making it weaker and weaker. There were elemental magic everywhere. Fire, ice, water and lightning. Causing pressure to the shield.

" How are you sure she killed Madoc?" Charlie said hoarsely, hoping the fact wasn't true.

" I found her in a room with Madoc's corpse. Blood was all over her face. " Heather answered flatly.

Charlie nodded. He didn't sense any lies in her words.

Will couldn't feel his body as he felt the shield breaking. He shut his eyes, and whispered, " Elizabeth, be safe. I love you. "

The shield shaterred into million pieces.

Lizzie kept looking at the Convection Centre as it went smaller and smaller. Ice was covering the Cincinnati Convection Center, the biggest convection center. And now it was covered with ice.

" What is Will doing actually?" Lizzie asked suddenly.

" He made an ice shield. That's his ability, he can control water and turn it to ice. "

She didn't know what to respond. Will was that strong to cover that whole building? That must have took a lot from him. Lots. Something stirred inside her mind. What if the shield broke? She shrugged. No, he'll be fine, enlightening herself at that thought. Even though she denied the fact, deep inside, she knew something happened to him. It made her heart ached.

" May I know who you are? " Lizzie glanced at the girl beside her who was staring at her since she entered the car, her face almost identical as Stefan's.

" Elena Salvatoire. I'm Stefan's sister." Elena couldn't resist looking at Lizzie every second. She was so beautiful. So pale, even her the condition like this, her hair wet after going through the rain, her face shined. She looked.. unhuman. No wonder Stefan fall for her and react instantly when Stefan knew she was in trouble.

Silence fell. After several minutes, finally, Stefan spoke. " Lizzie, what happened there?"

Stefan's gray eyes were looking at her steadily. Lizzie didn't know what to reply at first. But later, she told him everything. Stefan was utterly shocked when he heard Heather was behind all this. The sweet and kind girl who helped him after he ran away from home to Brooklyn at the age of 15. Heather was 17 that time and she was independant, living by herself. She helped him get a house next to her's so she had someone to talk to. But now, Heather was responsible for Elizabeth's accusation. Stefan gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to turn back kill Heather right at that moment.

Elena listened to Lizzie's story. Vampire Council? Vampires? She must be crazy, she thought. But as she looked at Elizabeth closely, she was clearly not lying. Elena didn't question her as it was obviouly not the right time to ask but she expected answers from her brother later.

Lizzie realised she didn't recognised the surrounding outside. She had to squint her eyes to realise that Stefan was driving her out of Brooklyn.

" Where are we going? " she muttered weakly, her eyelids were half open.

" Away from here. Somewhere you can be safe," Stefan replied.

Lizzie mumbled something but Stefan couldn't make out of what she said.

" No matter what, I'll protect you and make you safe, Lizzie." he exclaimed, but Lizzie had already fallen asleep.

Chapter 10

Walking back and forth for the millionth time that night, Stefan still couldn't stop thinking about Elizabeth. Absolutely nothing and no one but her. "What's happening at the Convention Centre? Is Elizabeth going to be safe?" was all he could think of. Her safety. The safety of the woman he could possibly be in love after his last girlfriend about two years ago. The girl who had left him because he had a possibility of not inheriting his father's wealth. The girl who had crushed his dreams of ever falling in love again. To which, Elizabeth changed the very moment she came into Stefan's view.

Elizabeth Davenport isn't like any other girl he's met before. She shines brighter than anyone else. Her voice sweeter than nightingale. Her irresistable rosy cheeks everytime she blushes. "Why on earth did I let her go to the ball? Her first, and probably the last time going? Her biggest dream crushing into nightmare?" Stefan flinched at the thought of that.

Stefan clutched his fist as his thought dug further. The deeper he thought, the more hurt he felt. He tried to meditate himself by breathing in and out several times while sitting on his couch. Didn't work. He didn't know exactly when, but he was actually lost in thought. Again. Too lost to realise the reality.

"It's so nice to see you! Hey!" Elena Salvatoire stormed in to Stefan's living room, arms wide open expecting a big hug from her big brother.

When Stefan just sat there, reactionless, not even a glance at his sister, Elena's hands dropped. Not just her hands, but her jaw too. "Is this even my brother?" she thought silently. One minute passed, still, he was like a statue. Two minutes. Elena's pose changed every minute. Every second ticking by, she was getting hot; impatient to explode. Five minutes sharp.

"That's it. I can't take it anymore. STEFAN SALVATOIRE! HELLO! REALITY CHECK?" she screamed at the highest pitch of her voice.

"ELENA! You startled me. When did you arrive? Why didn't you call?" he asked, sweating, obviously shocked by the scream.

"Really? Want me to be precise or should I just tell you an assumption?" she emphasized on the word assumption, hands already on her waist."And about the 'why didn't you call' thing, why not check your dear phone?"

"Sorry, Elena. I just drifted for a little while." he apologised, and found 20 missed calls with 5 new messages as he checked his phone. From Elena.

"I've waited for five minutes, on the dot, waiting for you to respond, Stefan. What's it all about?"

Stefan took a while to answer her. He didn't really answer to that question, in fact.

"Why are you here anyway? Missed me?" Stefan joked, changing the topic.

Elena, who was unaware of the change of topic joined in and couldn't wait to catch up with his lovely brother. "Nice one, Stefan. Well, I admit, I do. Don't you?"

Elena was his younger sister, also his closest one. She also looks a lot like him. Her heart-shaped face looked as stunning as ever. As Elena has always been close to Stefan, they used to hang out together with Stefan's friends. Until before he left, that is. Elena's always been praised by Stefan's friends about her beauty. How slim and tall she is, how her long, curly brown hair always gleams her style. Not forgetting her flawless white face. Those are also Stefan's characteristics. Well, some of them. Whenever his friends complimented his sister, he never wanted to miss the credit by saying, "look from where she got her beauty" or some sort of like that.

"Of course, little sister. Oh wait, apparently you're not so little anymore," he laughed. "Why are you here again?"

"You know.."

"MOM" they said in chorus, rolled eyes and laughed.

They missed their moments of laughter. For a moment, he forgot about Lizzie and was replaced by the thought of his sister.

"Hey, we should go out tonight. Celebrate. I'm staying with you. Isn't it exciting?"

"You-" Stefan was interrupted by the ringtone he set up especially for Lizzie.

He made a hand gesture signalling for his sister to wait.

"Lizzie? Are you alright? What happened?"

"You've known it all along, haven't you?"

"Yes.."

"Why didn't you tell me before? None of you did! Not Will, not Heather, not even you!"

"I'm sorry Lizzie. I'm truly sorry."

"You owe me, Stefan. It's lucky they didn't kill me right away. Not that they will. I think. Anyway, I might've been killed, you know that? It was like risking my own life going to this ball!" she blabbered.

"I knew it, but I wasn't sure, Lizzie. You should understand."

"I don't know what to say anymore Stef- AAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Lizzie screamed all of a sudden causing Stefan's heart to beat fast. Again.

"LIZZIE! LIZZIE! ARE YOU OKAY??" he was practically shouting by then.

Elena stared at her brother in horror. "What's wrong with him? And who's Lizzie?" she thought.

"Stefan, who's Liz-"

"There's no time to explain. She's in danger. Lizzie's in danger!"

Stefan left the house with his blue shorts with a flower designed and a matching blue plain t-shirt with his stylish cropped hair and entered his new silver Mercedes Benz F700. Elena suddenly appeared at the passenger's seat without Stefan realising.

"What are you doing?" Stefan asked urgently.

"If it's not obvious enough, I'm sitting down, on the passenger's seat. Duh."

"I know how much you adore sarcasm Elena, but this isn't the right time."

"Fine, but I insist. I'm going with you." she gritted through her teeth.

Stefan shrugged and accelerated as Elena put on her seatbelt. For her, safety comes first.



"Let go of me! You-" she said as someone grabbed hold of her mouth, her nose, causing her to be unconscious.

"Target passed out," said Madoc to her partner in crime, Heather.

"Bring her in," Heather demanded.



"Who on earth just messed with the cables? ANYONE! FIND THE MAIN SWITCH! I CAN'T SEE A DARN THING HERE!" yelled Charlie at the meeting room.

Everything seemed chaotic although no one could see anything in the room as dark as a night without a moonlight. But with screams of "HELP", yells of "IT'S DARK", the sound of heels running and demands of "SWITCH ON THE F-ING LIGHT", it's absurd that the room, and everywhere else in the Convention Centre, isn't in a disastrous state.



"So, what do we do next, Heather?" asked faithful Madoc to his not so loyal partner.

"Well of course now that she's in the rightful hands, unlike Charlie, who's too coward to do any harm," she paused to scoff, "We can do anything! She has Danae's power, Madoc, I can feel it."

"What are her powers, actually?" Madoc replied, gaining greediness.

"Well, I suppose there's just too many to mention," was all Heather's reply. Truth be told, she didn't know exactly what powers Danae held. She was just craving for the power.

"So, how are we supposed to divide them equally?"

Heather laughed aloud, hearing Madoc's naiveté. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'll never share it with anyone. Not even you, Madoc."

"What about our agreement earlier?"

The reason Madoc wanted to cooperate with Heather in the first place was because he wanted to be seen as someone with prestige and powerful. Heather had promised him that earlier as long as he would help her kidnap Elizabeth and grab her power.

"Look, honey, don't mind about the phony deal we made earlier. It's nothing!" said Heather as she hung her arm on his shoulders.

"I'll never forgive you for this Heather. I'll make sure Charlie finds out about your foul play."

"Firstly, you don't have to forgive me. Secondly, he won't find out because.." Heather said as she grabbed a sword and beheaded Madoc. "You're dead."

The deadly laughter of Heather's was unbearable. Elizabeth, who had actually been conscious since the conversation about Danae's power started, she had actually heard everything. She couldn't believe Heather could be that low just to steal someone else's power. She even wondered if Heather would do the same in fight for a man they both love.

Elizabeth squinted to find herself in a dim lighted room, a small one, with a collection of swords in a descending position from top to bottom. She noticed that one was missing, so she assumed that it was the one Heather used to behead Madoc just a few seconds ago. The walls of the room were covered in a blood red wallpaper, with frames of paintings hanging on them. Elizabeth quickly closed her eyes in case Heather was staring at her, to make sure Heather didn't realise her head had been was sligtly moving to screenshot the view into her head. And her instinct was right. Heather was staring at her.

"I can strangle Elizabeth to death right now. Her power is everything to me, but what would they do to me if they find out about Madoc's death?" Heather spoke a little too loud. Elizabeth could hear her vividly. "I say let's just play the game. Slow and steady. I will get her power eventually.. And Will too. Join the game, Lizzie."

Elizabeth wasn't sure whether Heather knew that she was conscious or not, whether she was talking to her or not, but she continued her little act; pretending to be unconscious. She, however, was certain, Heather was grinning with her newly invented plan. Elizabeth suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body. She had a feeling that Heather wasn't even close to joking when she mentioned her plan.

To Elizabeth's surprise, she felt something cool and sweet smelling at her lips. Heather's hand was the cool one, and, Madoc's blood was the sweet one. Elizabeth suddenly knew what Heather was doing. She was planning to accuse her of killing Madoc. Elizabeth panicked but she stayed still, trying hard not to lick the unbearably sweet blood.



"Where on earth are we going, Stefan?" asked Elena, panicking. "Why are you zooming like there's no tomorrow?"

"Hey, I warned you to stay. I'm on a mission to save someone." Stefan replied with the same intonation.

"Mission? What are you, a spy?"

"Well, no. Just my responsibility."

"My brother has learnt about responsibility, that's very good. Thanks to this girl- what's her name again?"

"Lizzie. Elizabeth Davenport." He rushed. "And, here we are."