Rated M for a dark theme, violence and sex.


December 1st, 2009.

Damon tossed the lifeless body of a blond girl on his hands aside to the dark corner of the alley. He licked the remained blood on his lips, sighing in satisfaction. He didn't bother taking care of the dead body, he didn't need to, he was planning on leaving the city right then. It would be somebody else's problem. He straightened up his outfit, ran his hands through his raven black hair to get it out of his face and started walking out of the alley. He was almost reached the main street when he heard a door creaked open behind him.

"You are no longer daddy's little princess, honey." A raspy voice of a man broke into the silence of the night, followed by thick sound of ruffling body.

He heard a whimper of a girl, he could hear the steady cruel beat of the man's heart mixed with the pounding in agony of the girl's. Damon stood over so he was in the shadow of the brick wall, invisible to the new comings in the dark alley.

"Kill me."

Damon froze when he heard the weak voice loud and clear with his enhanced hearing. The voice was painfully familiar, low yet smooth with an edge to it.

"That would be such a waste of your pretty face, honey." He heard the man spoke again, he could tell the man was smiling. "You can be my money tree with this face, this body. Gosh look at you…"

"What are you doing?"

Damon heard the shakiness in her voice, her heartbeat grew frantically faster. A trashcan blocked his view to the door. He could only see the back of the man, standing facing the wall in front of him, probably trapping the girl in between.

"Stop!"

His body suddenly tensed when he heard the scream, the girls started crying and struggling. Damon flung himself out of his hiding spot and in a second he was right behind the two. The man was an old dude, with a fat belly and a wide bald spot on his greasy forehead. His pants were on his knees and Damon wasted no time snapping his neck aside. The dude fell over and Damon gasped when he saw the girl sitting with her back against the wall, her face stained with tears, her upper clothing were violently ripped off.

"Katherine." He whispered in disbelief.

"Please don't hurt me." She cried, shaking, her eyes darting from the dead body of her boss to Damon standing in front of her. "Please."

"Katherine." Damon kneeled down, his eyes wide opened and he lifted a hand, ghostly traced his fingers down her cheek, lifting her chin so he could look into her big doe eyes. "Why do you look so much like her?"

"Hey Big J, what's taking so long?" Another younger man stepped out of the door.

"Fuck!" He cursed when he saw the dead body of the man and took in the scene of Damon and the girl. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Damon. Before anyone could blink, Damon's hands were on his throat and with a disgusting sound his neck snapped broken.

The girl let out half of a scream before she fainted in shock and exhaustion. Damon once again kneeled down in front of her, this time he took her tiny body in his arms, wiping away the tears on her face and headed back to the road. His eyes never left her face, the face he knew so well.

Elena woke up when it was still dark and couldn't help letting out a painful whimper. Her whole body was hurting. She looked down to see she was wearing a man's long-sleeve shirt. Panic, she searched for any signs to see if she was raped or any kind of sexual assaulted. Her inner felt fine, she touched in between her legs and it felt normal, no sore, nothing. She sighed in relief and tried to sit up and cried out in pain. She gave up trying to move and turned her head around only to yelp in shock. She covered her mouth, eyes widening looking at the sleeping man lying next to her. The cover hung lowly on his waist, his raven black curly hair tangled on the white pillow, half of his face was buried in the pillow but she could still see how handsome he was. His strong dark eyebrows that arched above his eyes, the eyes that framed in thick lines of dark lashes, his red lips pressed together in a tight line in his sleep, his muscular body glowing with his smooth, porcelain skin. Elena stayed still for a minute then she remember last night. The dead bodies of the two men. She almost got raped. Tears flung into her eyes again and again Elena tried to get out of the bed, away from this killer, ignoring the pain on her body.

"I wouldn't do that."

Elena froze when a velvet voice coming from her back, she looked back and gasped when she saw a pair of piercing blue eyes staring back at her, his eyes were so beautiful yet so cold and detached, it sent chills down her spine trapping in his stare.

"Are you going to kill me?"She asked, tears streaming down her face

"What's your name?" He propped his hand under his head, still looking at her.

"You killed them." She whispered

"Or would you prefer I let you be raped and dragged back into the brothel?" He raised his brows but his eyes remained cold and emotionless.

"No." She said in a small voice

"What's your name? and I don't like repeating myself."

"Elena." She said, he kept his eyes on her, waiting, so she finished herself. "Elena Gilbert."

"Gilbert." He repeated. "How old are you?"

"17."

There was a moment of silence of after that. He was still staring at her and Elena looked away, something in the way he looked at her bothered her, it was like he looked but didn't see her at all.

"Where am I?" She finally asked

"Far away from home." He smirked a little.

"I don't have a home." She said, more tears coming to her eyes.

"Why were you where I found you?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Answer my question." His voice remained soft and velvety but the way he said it put an intimidating edge to it.

"I was sold."

"Where's your family?"

"Dead."

"Hm."

Suddenly he reached over and wiped away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. It was surprisingly tender and Elena turned her head to meet his eyes again. Still cold and detached despite the warmth of his hand.

"Who are you?" She asked shakily, remembered the way he killed the men with his bare hands.

"You want a name to put to the face or really want to know who I am?" He smirked, the back of his fingers lingering on her skin.

"Can I know both?"

"You're pretty demanding for your fragile self." He smirked.

"The name is Damon Salvatore." He drew his hand back and sat up. "For the second part, I'll show you better than I can tell you."

He walked over to her edge of the bed and sat down next to her. He flipped the cover off of her, ignoring Elena's effort of clinging to it. He started to unbutton the shirt he put on her earlier.

"What are you doing?" She tried to sit up and push him away. Damon stayed still, working on the buttons.

"Calm down." He huffed and leaned down closer to look into her eyes, she could see his pupils dilated.

"Get off of me!" She shook her head and tried to push at him again.

Damon's brow shot up in a surprise look. His compulsion didn't work on her.

"Calm down. I won't touch you." He got back to his normal emotionless face, this time using the weight his voice and aura to control her.

Elena stopped struggling but kept her hands across her body. He opened the shirt and looked down on her tiny body. Her stomach and ribs were covered with bruises, some were bleeding. He held his breath not wanting to let the smell of her blood distracted him.

"You bruised pretty badly, probably fractured ribs…"

He continued on inspecting her injuries but Elena couldn't focus on anything else but the thought of this man gazing at her almost naked body clad in only underwear. She yelped when he pushed his fingers down on a bruise under her ribcage.

"Pretty bad." He said. "Which is why you will need this."

Elena watched in horror as he put his wrist to his mouth, she watched as his face shifted, his fangs came out, his eyes turned bloodshot with visible veins under his eyes and he bit down on his own flesh, bleeding his wrist.

"Drink." He casually brought his bleeding wound to her mouth while his face shifted back to normal.

"What? No! Oh my God." Elena gasped, covered her mouth, feeling nauseous.

"Drink it. My blood will heal you." He brought his wrist closer to her and Elena could smell the distinctive smell penetrating her nostrils. She bent over the edge of the bed and gagged.

"No! What are you?" She cried, gagging harder.

Damon looked down and chuckled when he saw the wound had healed itself.

"I could leave you bruised and injured but that would be inconvenient for me to have to take care of a fragile human."

Elena's eyes widen when she spotted the healed wound on his wrist. She tried to scoot away from him.

"Don't come near me."

"Don't be dramatic." He smirked, bring his wrist to his mouth again. Watching the whole thing the second time didn't lessen its impact on Elena. Her whole body was shaking, she had never been more scared in her life. She pressed her hands harder on her lips, to the point almost choking herself.

"You only made this harder for you." He glanced over her.

Before she even blinked, he was right in front of her, he pulled her hands down with ease before his lips crushed on her.

Elena gasped, putting her hands on his shoulder trying to push him off of her when she felt his lips trying to part her and terrified to realize the taste of blood in his mouth.

"You'll regret it if you try to bite me." He spoke on her lips before crashing on them again. He thrust his tongue into her mouth. Elena thought she would gag again as he brought the blood into her mouth but instead the only thing she could feel was him, his tongue, his soft lips. Her breathing got shallow as she tried to catch her breath, she swallowed and Damon pulled away. She was out of breath, embarrassed when she found herself leaned in, longing when he pulled away.

Damon sat back, licked his lips before looking down on her body. She followed his gaze and saw her bruises started to slowly fade away until they totally disappeared. She poked a finger at her rib, pushing it deeper but she felt nothing, no pain.

"Better." He nodded casually. "And for the answer, I'm a vampire."

"What?"

"Yes, as in feeding on blood and undead." He smirked. "Also for the record, you're with me from now."

"What?"

"You look exactly like her and compulsion doesn't work on you. I need to figure that out." He said, more to himself.

"You're a vampire?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"I haven't thought about that yet."

She just stared at him, his face still in that emotionless look yet still strikingly handsome. She couldn't comprehend. She felt restless and confused and tired and alone more than ever. It took a toll on her and she started sobbing uncontrollably, she broke down into tears, buried her face in her hands.

"Not now." He said quietly before taking her into his arms.

He lied them back down on the bed, letting her cry into his chest, soothing her by rubbing up and down her back. Elena wasn't sure why but she found herself feel somewhat happy and relief whenever he touched her, a feeling almost near to reassurance and she felt calmer and better.


While I'm not complaining about the sweetheart Damon has turned out to be lately on the show, I still enjoyed picturing him as a dark prince in my mind. It will be a lot darker than my other stories as I want it to be.

Review and let me know your thoughts/questions! :)