Love is But a Nothing, Fear is real

by Dark Mind of the American Teen

Damon forces himself on Elena and mentally and physically scars her forever. Years later, they are in love and find out the truth...Mini-fic. AU. Rated M for safety. Mature themes/descriptions.

Elena's POV

It still haunted me daily. The day he..did that to me..I only wish I saw his face. Then I could make sure that bastard rotted in hell. That day...

I was walking home from work that night. I was very excited-tomorrow was supposed to be my 2Oth birthday party and was actually going to try and enjoy it. What was about to happen would ruin that entire thing for me.

It was about one am, I was walking home from a late night shift. The street lights were dim, cars passed in the distance, the bell from the door of a bar down the road jingled. The perfect atmosphere that screamed young women should be out walking here and now. But I ignored those warning signs as my heels clicked on the pavement as a rushed to my apartment in this trashier part of Mystic Falls. The feeling of being watched stalked me and by the footsteps close behind me, I knew I was being followed.

I sped up and my heart rate increased. I took out one of my earrings shaken and ready to stab whoever dared to get too close. I whipped around, my stupid self, and found no none around for blocks. I could have swore..I turned around and not inches away from me was a tall man. I jumped back and fumbled for my earring. He grabbed my arm. I kicked his leg. He dragged me into an alley and flung me against a wall, crushing me and covering my mouth to muffle my screams. I swung my purse at him but he grabbed my purse and pushed me up against the bricks. I screeched and sobbed as he pressed his hips up against mine. "Please! I'll give you money! Anything!" I sobbed as he tore my blouse open. I knew my pleas would go unheard as he unbuckled his pants...The last thing I saw was his beautiful blue eyes...

Four Years Later

I never and still hadn't told anyone about that day. Not even my best friends Bonnie or Caroline. I could have told Caroline, her mom was a cop and I knew she wouldn't stop till that bastard was on the execution list. But I didn't want that. I didn't want her to know. I was too ashamed. What would Liz and Care think of me. Would Liz only think of me as a..as a rape victim. The two worded phrase gave me shivers.

Bonnie Bennett, being a self proclaimed psychic and my bestie for life knew something was up when I burst into out apartment that night but had yet to bring it up, and here we were four years later.

I was brought out of my day dreaming as someone spoke to me and I looked up to see who it was.

"Hey can I buy you a drink?" a dreamy dark haired guy with blue eyes sat down at the bar next to Elena.

"Nah, I'm designated driver." I nodded my head to the obnoxious group of girls in the center of the dance floor. And froze as I took a closer look at those blue eyes. No..it couldn't be. Of course it's not him, Elena, stop over thinking. Flirt with a guy. It's okay too not be freaked out by every guy within a foot of you.

"Oh. What's this then?" he gestured to the drink I was carelessly sloshing in my hand.

"You caught me." I said shakily and ran a hand through my hair.

"How about you and I finish the rest together and it won't count entirely."

"Um..I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Oh come on. I just want one sip."

"Well, if it's just one sip." I giggled like an idiot. Okay I'd definitely had one too many sips. Warning, Warning, Warning sign. Hey dolt, are you listening? He may be hot but your inner Bonnie senses are screamin' something's not right with this guy.

We spent the rest of the night passing glasses back and forth and talking quitley. I learned his name is Damon Salvatore-how sexy. Hi, I'm Elena Gilbert. Sounds like a name for a good girl/prostitute.

Eventually it was time to go home-...

"Looks like your friends ditched you." he joked.

"The thanckz I git for volennterin' " I said drukenly.

"Well you wouldn't have been much help seeing as you're very drunk. I'd better get you home, Princess."

How could I be so tipsy and him be so seemingly sober?

"Okayyy.."

He led me out to his car.

"So what did you say your address was?"

"I din't..2104 Maple Street.."

To Be Continued...

So what do think is going to happen next? Will Damon enter Elena's house? Will she discover his identity? You'll have to wait and see.