AN: Hey! I'm alive! Sorry I wasn't updating. I saw that there was a couple favs, and I didn't know if people liked my story. But I looked at the reviews and at least someone wants me to update so, I hope I make your day with this update stordc23! I added a huge plot twist, don't hate me okay? :)

One Week later

Elena's POV

A week has gone by and I still grieve over the loss of the others, it still dawns me that they all just disappeared without a trace. But Alaric says we must move on, both Tyler and Alaric say that The Originals, the very first vampires ever created, have taken the other Hunters and that we can't do anything about it. So for the past week we have been alone, only us three. I'm scared, Alaric says we should get back on schedule, with patrolling and training. It is like he doesn't care about the others missing. But I have to listen, he is the leader of the group, or what is left of it anyway.

"Elena!"

I snap out of my thoughts and look up to see Tyler looking down at me with worry in his eyes. He hands me a mug and sits down next to me. I look into the cup and see it is white chocolate mocha, my favorite thing to drink when I'm upset. I smile and look over to Tyler.

"Thanks Babe, you know me so well." I say as I take a sip and basically moan. He smiles back and sighs.

"I know you needed it, it has been rough recently. So anyway, earlier Alaric told me he wants us to go patrolling all together tonight."

He must have seen my face scrunch up, because he then added,

"I know, he has never patrolled with us, even after everyone disappeared, but he wants to check out on a lead about the others and he wants us to be there." He looks out the window, and I can instantly tell something is wrong.

"Tyler, what's wrong." I finally say as I set the mug on the coffee table.

He looks away from the window and focuses on me, "Elena, there is noth-"

I cut him off, "Don't say nothing is wrong, Tyler, I have known you since I can remember, something is wrong, tell me."

He sighs, stands up, and then turns towards me. "Elena, the lead I was telling you about…."

"Tyler what is it?" I asked quickly.

"The lead is supposedly…leads us….to them…" I mutters under his breath.

I quickly stand up and shout, "You can't be serious! Are we just going to walk in their lair and ask for our family back, and bat a few eyelashes? They have at least 10 old and powerful vampires. AND A WITCH. Tyler we have no chance."

He looks at me and glares, "Are you just going to give up on our family? You know they would have done the same for you."

"They wouldn't do that Tyler, they wouldn't go against 1,000 year old vampires just for me, or for you or Alaric. Going to where they are would be a suicide mission! And you know that!"

"I don't care!" He screams backing me up to the wall. "I will never give up on them, unlike you!" He grabs my throat and lifts me up, cutting off my air stream. I struggle against his grip and kick my feet trying to connect to his knees or anything.

He drops me when just as I feel like I'm about to pass out. I fall to the floor gasping for air. He kneels down next to me on the floor. And strokes the hair out of my face, "I always knew you were weak, I liked Olivia anyway. She is the only reason I'm going." He stands back up and in the next second there is blinding pain in my stomach, then my face, then back to my stomach and over and over again. I finally understand the sick and painful truth, he is kicking me with everything he has, which is a lot.

"Tyler…please…stop..." I gasp out between kicks. He stops after two more kicks and looks down at me disgusted, and walks out of the room.

I feel a coppery taste at the back of my throat, then I start coughing uncontrollably. I look down at my hands,

Blood.

I gasp before falling unconscious.

XxXxXx

I wake to a door being slammed shut. I try to open my eyes but I can't. So I just listen to what is going on.

"Why did you do it Tyler?"

A pause for a minute then a voice speaks

"She deserves it, Ric. She wanted to give up on the family."

"SHE WANTED TO DO WHAT!"

"I know, so I taught her a lesson. Let's just go."

Then I can hear two truck doors close, then a rough purr of the engine, and finally then tires crunching on the gravel road, getting quieter and quieter every second.

I start to cry and try to ball up but the pain and ache in my stomach and face prevent that. I cry even harder at that, and also, Alaric didn't save me or even helped me. Did he not care about me? I know now that Tyler never cared about me, but did Alaric, did the family?

I shake away the thoughts that could make me crumble even more. I try to move on to my back but the pain is too much. I can see black spots in my vision but I don't give in. I constantly try to get up to go to the front door. 'Maybe I can save myself and drive to a hospital?" I think as I grab the coffee table to lift myself up. Thankfully I am able to stand on my feet and I shuffle to the door, using everything to stop myself from falling on the floor. I finally reach the front door after painful shuffling and stopping.

I then can hear a car approach the house. 'It can't be them, can it?' I think and I shuffle to look out the window beside the door. I look out and see not one, not two, but three cars parking about 20 feet from the house. I stifle a scream and hobble to the kitchen, with much protest, and hide in the pantry and lay on the floor, in the way back, giving my aching stomach a rest.

It seems like forever before I hear the front door handle turn slightly, then it let go completely, I thank myself for locking it before hiding. But the lock does nothing to protect me, I can hear the handle be turned swiftly before hearing the lock snap. The door then creaks and a pair of heavy footsteps step into the house. There is a pause before the footsteps start up again, and I can hear them going up the stairs, then there is a clicking of heels, 'Wait, clicking of heels?' The heels go towards the living room, where I was brutally beaten less than hour ago. Hopefully they are not vampires and can smell the blood in the living room and link it to the lingering smell in the kitchen. Then 3 different pairs of footsteps enter the house, 'Great,' I said in my head, 'Now there is 5 strangers in my house, wonderful.'

I am snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a male voice that is laced with a British accent, 'Did you guys find anyone or anything."

"I found nothing upstairs." Says an older man's voice.

"I didn't find anyone, but I found a pool of fresh blood in the living room." Says a female who also has her voice laced with a British accent.

"Do you know if it is human, werewolf, witch, or vampire blood?" Asks the first man.

"Well, first of all it is definitely female, and it is human." Says the female.

Then the pain in my stomach brings me back to myself and not to the stranger's conversation. I stifle another wince as I adjust myself. I guess the worst is after, when the pain settles in and the adrenalin is gone. I prop myself up on the wall, and instantly regret it, the cut in my stomach is torn again and is bleeding nonstop. I hold back a scream as I try to stop it, I see the blood leaving my body very quickly and I fell faint suddenly. My eyes drift shut and then back open, but I don't notice footsteps hitting the tile of the kitchen floor. Getting closer to the closet. Getting close to me.