Who: Alaric, Stefan, Bonnie, Clark, Damon, and anyone else interested in helping find Elena What: Putting together a search party/ searching for Elena When: BACKDATED to Monday night at midnight Where: Stefan's cabin, then the resort grounds
Alaric was worried. Sick. Upon reading Stefan's post, he had leapt from the bed and thrown on a pair of jeans and a less-dirty-than-the-rest shirt. Opening his closet, he pulled out his stocked duffel bag and threw it over his shoulder. Isobel's light was on, but the door was closed. He knew that if she wanted to come, she knew where to go. He didn't want to waste any time waiting.
He descended the stairs quickly and was out the door just as fast. Within moments he was knocking on Stefan's door. He knew they had no time to waste, and Elena's life could count on mere seconds. He didn't even want to think that she would go, willingly, to Elijah. Who was he kidding? This was Elena, after all. She was all about protecting those she loved. He shifted from foot to foot as he awaited Stefan's answer.