The Worst Intentions
By: Darkest Ember
Chapter 1
Klaus added a final dash of paint to the canvas and stepped back to admire his efforts. He shook his head and chuckled softly.
Despite everything that was going on between Esther trying to kill him and Stefan's rebellious streak, Klaus still found the time to indulge in a simple hobby.
His enjoyment was short-lived once the smell of blood filtered into his senses. He spun around and found Rebekah sitting on a nearby couch, wiping a rather large blade.
"It appears someone's had a busy day," he remarked.
She shrugged and wiped the last streak of blood away. "I had a little play-date with one of the Salvatore's."
"How unfortunate for him," Klaus snickered.
"Don't be an ass," she said, glaring over at him. "Besides, now Damon will know better than to use me for his perverted schemes."
"What did you do to the poor lad?"
Rebekah's lips spread into a wicked smirk. "He's still here. Go see for yourself."
Damon's body hung limply from the chains. The room was silent, except for the occasional sound of blood dripping onto the plastic covering beneath him. Even though he was in extreme pain, all he could feel was his self-loathing.
How could he have been so stupid to let Rebekah get away with this?
The only thing that prevented him from driving a stake through his own heart was that she did this for her own petty reasons and not as a means to keep him occupied while the Original psychopaths went after Elena.
Damon groaned as he heard footsteps heading in his direction. What else did she plan on doing? Although it would kill his pride, he wouldn't mind having her mess with his mind a little more. Maybe this time he could see him and Elena doing something more….romantic.
He laughed weakly, despite himself. He hated how pathetic and love-struck he'd become. All because of one human girl.
"This is what you consider excellent torture?" Klaus taunted, upon seeing Damon's dangling body.
Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "I'm draining his body of vervain in one of the most painful ways possible."
Klaus had to admit that that was a rather impressive task. He stalked over to Damon, who was trying his best to keep his head held high and a glare alit in his eyes.
"Let's see how well you did," Klaus murmured. He reached out and tightly gripped Damon's jaw. Damon attempted to resist, but he was simply too weak. Once Klaus's pupils dilated, he was lost.
"I think it's time for you to go home," he commanded. A brief look of horror washed over Damon's face once he realized what Klaus's command entailed.
Before he could protest, Damon could feel his limbs moving against his own control. Strips of skin peeled backward off his arms as he tugged against the jagged edges clamped around them.
He couldn't help but scream out in absolute pain as deep wounds would heal and then reopen, seemingly with twice as much blood spilling out than the last time.
Klaus laughed and held his hands up. "Alright I think that's enough of a demonstration."
Damon sucked in a huge gasp of air as he felt his body go limp. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so physically exhausted.
"So what are you going to do to him, oh master torturer?" Rebekah asked, rolling her eyes. Damon found just enough strength to lift his head and watch Klaus's every move. He didn't like where this could be going.
It took Klaus a moment or two before he hatched a plan. His eyes were brightened with amusement and curiosity and a devilish smirk stretched across his lips.
"I think I've found a way to handle one of our many complications and give Damon here a little compensation for having to spend any entire day with you, dear sister."
Rebekah was intrigued with what Klaus had been saying, up until she heard that last part. "Please, Niklaus, don't fool yourself. I'm sure he'd prefer a day with me over you."
"Was that supposed to be an insult?" he laughed, nearly forgetting about his brilliant plan.
Damon, with what little consciousness he had left, watched the sibling's exchange in confusion. "Are you supposed to be 1,000 or 10? You sound like a couple of pre-schoolers," he managed to get out between breaths.
Rebekah and Klaus stopped mid-argument and simultaneously turned to give Damon a harsh glare. Klaus walked over to Damon, stepping right into his personal space. "I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say that."
"Playing make-believe now?" Damon taunted and tried to laugh but it came out as more of a wheeze.
Klaus was about to rip Damon's heart out right then and there, but Rebekah shouted out before he could. "Will you stop being so childish? Compel him to do whatever this grand plan of yours is so we can get on with things."
Although he didn't want to admit it, Klaus knew that for once Rebekah was the one thinking clearly here. Begrudgingly, he controlled himself and instead focused on the greater task at hand.
"Anyone with eyes can see that you love Elena," he began. "But let's be honest here, do you really think she'd ever pick you over Stefan?"
Damon found himself at a loss for words. The heated anger boiling in the pit of his stomach seemed to be bringing him back to life, nevertheless. "Now that you've turned baby bro into a monster, I don't think his chances are any better than mine."
"Your brother is nothing like how he was last summer, believe me. At this rate, he'll be back on the path to righteousness in no time."
"What's your point?" Damon asked tiredly.
Klaus smirked. "I might not be able to improve your odds, but I can still give you what you want."
"Go on."
"I have you pegged as the type of guy who once he gets what he wants, he won't want it anymore. So, once you get your fair share of Elena, you won't be such a loyal bodyguard anymore, which means you'll be out of my way."
"That's where you're wrong."
Klaus didn't bother continuing their banter. He stared Damon down and waited until the compulsion began to settle in before issuing his command. "You're going to act on all your darkest fantasies with Elena. Turning off your emotions might help you in this task, but I'll leave that up to you. I don't care what you do to her, so long as you keep her alive."
He turned to face Rebekah. "Let him go."
Rebekah had to admit – she was rather startled by her brother's command. What would make him even think of that in the first place? During the times she's spent with Damon, though she was mostly distracted by the sex, she still noticed something about him.
His love for Elena was real.
And she doubted that he would ever surrender Elena once she belonged to him.
In the next chapter: Damon confronts Elena and things get very...dark. Will Damon be able to break free from the compulsion before he does something terrible to Elena?
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