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Chapter 1: Abduction

A blur. That's how I felt about everything at the moment. Anyone would be if they were in my position. It's not every day where you wake up in some unfamiliar room.

I woke up sitting on chair, my neck leaning over to the side. I straightened it out, grunting at the pain. How long have I been here? A day? Two days? Could have been a month for all I've known.

I looked down and saw I was wearing white pants and a shirt. They were definitely not mine. I was surrounded by four white walls and a locked door directly opposite of me.

What the hell was going on? Why am I here? Why I can't I remember anything? My mind was filled with a million questions. Maybe I was drugged, like in the crime shows I used to watch with Elena.

We used to stay up all night watching them. I would always cover my eyes and ears whenever it got to the scary part. Elena would hug me tight, acting brave, even though I knew she was just as scared as I was.

"Don't worry, the character doesn't die. I already saw this one." Elena said, as she wrapped her arm around me.

"Thanks for ruining it for me!" I whined, nudging her in the rib.

Elena laughed and shoved me to the side. "Well you aren't even watching! Your face is hiding behind the blanket the whole time!"

"So!" I say and start laughing. "Well it's good he doesn't die anyways. He's the hot one."

I miss my sister. She went away for the summer. That was a two years ago. Dad said she went to study abroad and won't come back. Just like how mom left and never came back— even though she promised. That's the problem, everyone leaves and no one stays.

Suddenly I remembered.

Someone walked me here— no dragged, and I was screaming… they said I had to listen… it was man's voice. Soft yet had a roughness to it. However, I didn't miss the actual meaning behind his words. It was an act, like when a man lures a child with candy into his van.

I had to get out of here. Who knows when he'd come back? If he didn't kill me then, who's to say he won't kill me now? I started screaming, pounding on the walls, the door, throwing the chair, but nothing happened. I gave up and fell to the floor in exhaustion. I was helpless and scared. I lay there shaking, waiting for the flood of tears to come.

But then I heard something.

I lifted my head up slowly, looking around. Was I hearing things?

"Hello…?" my voice cracked, barely getting the word out. At first there was no sound, until they spoke again.

"Throwing a tantrum won't help you." It was a man's voice.

I looked around frantically at the corners, the ceiling, looking for a camera or a speaker but I came up empty.

"Are you real?" I asked.

The man laughed, "Yes, I'm real."

"Then what do you want from me? What have I done? If you're going to kill me than do it already! Why are you keeping me waiting?" I sobbed.

There was a long pause. I thought he had taken my words seriously and was coming to kill me. I crawled into the corner and glued my eyes to the door.

"We don't want to cause you any harm while you're here," he finally said.

"And where exactly is here?" I asked.

"I can't tell you that, Caroline." My eyes widened. He knew my name. This mysterious, strange man knew my name and I didn't even know the damn date.

"How do you know my name?"

He chuckled and said, "I know a lot of things about you, Caroline. You were born on December 31, 1993. Your father's name is Bill Forbes and your mother's is Liz Forbes. You have one sister, Elena. You grew up in Virginia and homeschooled up until high school. Your mother left a year after. Your sister left when you were seventeen and went to Bulgaria—"

"Stop!" I shouted. "Stop," I repeated a bit quieter. I couldn't take it. Whoever these people were, they obviously knew who I was. I didn't even know my sister was in Bulgaria. Elena was my sister and yet she didn't bother to visit or call or contact us in anyway. I couldn't blame her if I thought about it. Who would want to come back to my father and I? He's a drunk and I'm the child whose going nowhere in life. "Just tell me what you want," I demanded.

"That will be later, first you must eat. It's been about seven hours and you have to be hungry." Seven hours? That's all? Sure didn't feel like it.

"I need to use the bathroom." I said.

"Of course," I waited for him to say something else. Do I go somewhere? I looked towards the door and walked to it. Unexpectedly, the doorknob twisted and I jumped startled, running to the other side of the room. A lady in a white suit was standing in the door way smiling.

Her hair was tied in a tight bun and she was wearing bright red lipstick. The suit's sleeve went up to her elbows and I could see the chalked white skin underneath. She was much older than me that was for sure. I looked back up to her face and gazed at her pitch black eyes. A chill went through my spine; it was as if she was staring into my soul.

"Follow me," she said, waiting for me to approach her but I didn't move. "Didn't you need to use the bathroom?" I nodded silently. "Follow me then, I'll take you there." I slowly walked towards her as her smile widened. She took my hand like I was a child and walked me out of the room.

The halls were completely white and there were doors on each side leading into other rooms. I felt just as if I was in some kind of hospital and they were waiting to do an experiment on me. I shivered involuntarily and the woman looked down at me with her eyebrow raised. I looked away and decided to get as many answers as I can.

"What do you want?" I looked at her and she smiled. I didn't like it when she smiled. If she was trying to comfort me, it wasn't working. If anything, that was the least she was doing.

"You are here to help us." She said.

"What do you need help with? You see…where I'm from, people usually ask for help instead of drugging them and taking them to unknown locations." I said coldly. She didn't answer and I assumed our conversation was over.

I needed to get here. So I did the first thing that came to mind.

I ran.

I didn't know where I was running but I still ran. As far as I could see, there was no exit. My breathing quickened and my chest tightened.

Keep running Caroline, just keep running, I thought to myself.

Something hard tackled me and grabbed my hair, shoving my face to the ground.

"Let me go!" I shrieked. "Leave me alone!" I yelled and kicked my legs but she was too strong. Picking me up by the front of my shirt, she slammed me into the wall. I looked back at her and she smiled once again.

"There's no way you can get out of here. You might as well cooperate or things are going to be very bad for you, okay?" She looked at me waiting for a response.

I spit in her face. There's my response. She dropped me to the ground and took my hand forcefully. Nothing else was said as we continued walking. We turned a corner and stopped in front of a white door. What was up with this place and the color white? I was starting to get sick by the color.

She pushed the door open. "I'll be waiting outside." I looked into the bathroom. There was a sink and toilet, but no window. I was hoping for a way out of here but I guess she was right; there was no escaping. I closed the door and looked into the mirror above the sink. It was a perfect square and even that bothered me. Everything here was just so weird.

I looked myself over and I was a mess. My blonde hair was sticking out in all different directions, not in their usual curls, my blue eyes were swollen with a purple shadow underneath, and bruises covered my cheeks. I looked terrible.

I walked back out and she was still standing there.

"Are you done?"

"Obviously", I sneered. She took my hand again and we continued to walk down the hall. It was only about five seconds before we entered what looked like a cafeteria. There were seven long rectangular tables and on one side of the room there were other people in white. They looked like security guards. One wearing an apron, who I guessed was a cook, walked through double doors that led to another room.

I sat down at one of the tables. "So is this the part where you feed me poisoned food? Tell me, what comes next? Are you going to torture me in some electric chair?"

"There's no need for that," said a man walking towards us. He stopped in front of the woman who took me here. "Esther, I heard there was some trouble coming here." He quickly flashed me a glance.

"Trouble? There was no trouble… for me at least. Caroline just thinks she can escape, that's all. Isn't that right?" She looked at me and so did the man. I gave my angriest stare that I could manage. Esther laughed and walked away, her heels clicking as she did.

The man sat down at the table across from me. He looked a bit older than me. He had curly dirt blonde hair and a tiny stubble on his chin. His blue eyes appeared to be innocent but of course, there was no innocence here. I didn't know what they were planning but I knew it couldn't be good.

"Hello," he said. I didn't say anything back so he continued. "What would you like to eat?"

"I don't want your food," I said.

"You're going to have to eat sooner or later, so what do you want to eat?" he repeated.

"Why don't I know how I got here?" I asked ignoring his question. "Did you drug me so I won't remember anything? Where's my dad?"

"You dad is at your house and we did drug you. We can't allow you to know where you are." His voice sounded familiar. He was the one talking when I was locked in the room. I didn't respond and he looked at me, studying my face. "What are you thinking?" he asked, head leaning to the side as he observed me.

My eyes met his and started to tear up. "I just want to go home," I said, voice cracking.

A look of pity swept over him. He reached his hand out to comfort me, but almost immediately pulled it back.

"Why am I so important to you guys? You could have kidnapped any other person but why me? How am I so special? The Esther lady told me you needed my help, with what?"

He took a deep breath and then looked me over. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. "You are very special Caroline. Your mother didn't leave you and your family for her own purposes, she left to help you." I rolled my eyes at the idea. "There are very dangerous people out there Caroline, and you're here to help us stop them."

"But why?"

"Not now. You look tired."

I looked up at him and nodded. "Esther will take you to your room to rest." Esther walked through the doors that moment almost as if she was listening and stopped at our table. I stood up from my seat.

"You never told me what your name is."

He grinned. "My name's Klaus."

A/N: Hoped you liked the first chapter! This was originally written as a personal story with different character names but I had writers block and didn't touch it since. So I figured if I replaced the characters names with that of TVD characters and put it on FF I might have a bit more motivation. Tell me what you think in the REVIEWS!