Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
Katherines POV:
                          
The screams were unbearable. 
                          
Horrifying.
                          
As if she felt nothing but pure, biting pain ripping through her very being.
                          
The night air was filled with the sound of bones cracking out of place, like the process werewolves go through when shifting but this, this was much, much worse.
                          
Then suddenly it stopped.
                          
It all stopped.
                          
The screams, the cracking. Everything.
                          
It felt as if time stood still as her body fell, limp to the ground, no movement going through it at all almost as if she had just given up. Complete and utterly.
                          
Damon and I stood staring at her body in shock neither of us knowing exactly what to do as every disturbed tendril of air slipped back into it's designated place.
                          
Everything going back to normal and yet being so very, very wrong.
                          
Damon started to approach her body when her eyes suddenly sprung open, wide and fearful yet angry and menacing, a secret promise of pain and torture deep within them.
                          
We all jumped back in shock yet again.
                          
We've all seen this before and last time was not good, no one needed a repeat of that.
                          
Stefan talking was like a gun shot sounding in the silent night air, all heads snapping to his. Even hers.
                          
"I'm going to take Elena home." Stefan mumbled before running off into the night without so much as a glance back but I knew he was worried beyond belief about his only sister.
                          
I glanced at Damon to see what our next move would be but all I got in response was a shrug.
                          
From a distance, I watched on cautiously as Damon approached the red eyed, dangerous looking woman.
                          
I didn't stay far for very long.
                          
Running quickly to Damon's side I held back her head as she went to try and bite him.
                          
Keeping a firm grip on the top of her head I ran at the same speed as Damon, who was caring her gently in his arms, still the caring brother as always, until we reached the Lockwood's old underground estate.
                          
Not a word is spoken as we try incredibly hard to get her into one of the cells without hurting her too much but also trying to not let her bite us.
                          
We both knew how bad that could be.
                          
Eventually we managed to maneuver ourselves so that we could carefully lay her in before running out and locking the cell door.
                          
Hopefully she'll calm down and even better; get back to normal.
                          
Hours passed with her snapping and clawing through the metal bars before finally, as if exhaustion had decided to finally make itself known, she collapsed on the floor, breath calming and her face looking as peaceful as ever.
                          
Even in my head I couldn't muster up the courage to call her by her real name because this wasn't her. 
                          
She didn't try biting her best friend or her brother and she certainly didn't have blood red eyes like that of a rogue.
                          
This wasn't her. This wasn't Layla.
                          
Laylas POV:
                          
 My eyes started to flutter open yet all I could see was darkness.
                          
Thoughts in my head rattled around cluelessly, no straight thought or idea sticking to a path, everything aimless, messy, confusing.
                          
A groan escaped my mouth as I struggled to sit up properly wondering why there were bars in front of me like in a cell...