A Gilbert or a Parker?

Little Monster (4)

As I woke up, I slowly became aware of where I was. The mattress underneath me wasn't familiar.

Where was I?

The lessons Kol and Elijah drilled into my mind took hold.

'Use your senses to determine your surroundings' Elijah's voice echoed in the back of her mind.

Touch...

I was on a bed of some sort.

My skin was slick with sweat, maybe from the lack of air conditioning?

Now, hearing...

I could hear cars passing wherever I was.

So there was a busy street nearby.

Which meant I was not out in the middle of nowhere like the time I was kidnapped with Elena by those two annoying vampires, Trevor and Rose.

Thank god, they're dead.

Anyways, back to what I could hear.

I could hear people in the same building but from what I could tell, they were everyday humans.

So I wasn't being guarded.

That's good to know.

Now for smell...

I could smell urine which was gross.

Also, I noticed the stench of pork rinds.

Which aren't that bad but they really weren't my taste.

There was also a man's scent that lingered in the room.

It was familiar but I couldn't figure why.

Taste was pointless at the moment.

Which meant sight was last.

I opened my eyes fully and sat up, forcing past the exhaustion seeking to overwhelm me.

I needed blood and soon...

I look around the room I was in. It was small. There was a bed.

Obviously.

Two nightstands and a dresser.

And a table with a few chairs.

On the table, there were some empty bags of pork rinds.

That explained the smell.

It was obvious to me that I was in a rundown hotel room.

Seriously, I was kidnapped again.

Why was it always me?

Every single freaking time.

If this was because of Elena, I was going to be pissed the hell off.

What happened before this?

Then my eyes caught on something hanging from one of the chairs by the table.

A jacket.

I breathed in deeply.

The scent of a man lingered on it.

Who was the man?

Was he my kidnapper?

I was confused for a moment.

I rub my head, trying to force myself to remember.

Then everything that had happened came rushing back and I instantly knew who my kidnapper was.

I sighed in exasperation.

Why was it that I was looking for my Mom only to find my Dad?

Who happened to be a crazy person...