Elena POV:
I woke up, my head throbbing. I tried to remember what had happened, but my mind just didn't want to work. I tried to see where I was, I'm guessing in the basement of the boarding house. I heard a groan from someone next to me, "Stefan?" I whispered. "Hmmm?" he responded. Good, it is Stefan. But why are we locked up in the basement cellar? Unless… "Good morning." I heard that cocky voice call. "Damon!" I shouted, accidentally startling Stefan. "Elena!" Damon mocked, while laughing at his brother.
"Why are we locked up, Damon?" I asked worried. "Lets just say, HE has a choice Princess." He replied while pointing at Stefan. "What kind of choice?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. " Either Stefan surrenders you to me," He began slowly," or you both remain locked up. Of course YOU will get food, but Stefan won't. It will only be a matter of time before he's forced to surrender you or risk draining you completely of blood." He winked at me. "What if I make the choice…" "NO!" Stefan cut me off. "Well, as you can see, that's not up to you anymore. It's up to St. Stefan." He said while crossing his arms and turning to leave, "Only a mater of time before you're MINE, my Princess of Darkness."