Your eyes fluttered open, head pounding. The room was dim—stone walls, flickering candlelight. You tried to move, but your wrists were chained to the headboard of an old, rusted bed. Cold metal bit into your skin. Vervain burned beneath your cuffs.

Panic set in fast.

“Let me go,” you whispered, then screamed louder, “LET ME GO!”

But no one answered.

Only the low sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. A figure appeared—smirking. “You’re a Salvatore,” they said darkly, “which means they’ll come for you. I’m counting on it.”

Meanwhile – Salvatore Boarding House

Stefan slammed the door behind him, soaked with rain and fury. Damon already had a glass of bourbon in hand, jaw clenched tight.

“They took her,” Stefan said, voice razor-sharp. “I told you someone was watching us.”

Damon’s face darkened. “Who?”

“Someone old. Dangerous. Not just after us—they want her.”

Damon threw the glass across the room, shattering it against the wall. “She’s our sister, Stefan. Mine. And if they lay one more finger on her—”

“We’ll find her,” Stefan cut in. “But we have to think. If she’s with who I think she is…”

Damon’s eyes burned, low and lethal. “Then nobody’s walking out alive.”

Back in the basement

You struggled again, your voice hoarse. The chains rattled. “They’ll come for me. My brothers—”

“Oh, I know,” the vampire whispered, leaning close. “That’s why this is going to be so much fun.”