Chained To You

"The most satisfying pleasure is often the most sinful, and the deepest of love is always the most painful."

A Delena Fan-fiction by:

DamonsMuse83

A/N: Welcome to my first published fan fiction! I have been writing silently for a long time, but finally decided to throw something out there and see what everyone thought. This fan-fiction is definitely 100 percent Delena and 100 percent naughty lol. This fiction is first set in the 1800's in Bulgaria, England, and America. This fiction does not follow the exact story line of the Vampire Diaries, but the characters are written in character and I have tried to stay as true to how they would behave as possible. The only difference is it is set in a different era and it is an AU fic. Please note that in this fiction we are dealing with a more Season 1 Damon, a quite innocent Elena, and some very awesome Originals. Characters will change as the story progresses of course, but this is where we start. Also please note this story has a STRONG M rating for lots of lemons including rough play and kink. Please read and review my work if you can so that I can improve and also I love to hear any feedback you all might have. I plan to update regularly and hope you all enjoy. Thanks! Happy Holidays! -DamonsMuse83

Chapter One: The Last Days of Innocence

November 1885

Elena's POV:

The early winter's fresh fallen snow hung heavy on the ledge just outside of my small shared second floor bedroom window, and lit up the quaint expanse of my family's struggling yet humble little farm just below where I sat. My twin sister lay leisurely on the bed just opposite of me thumbing through the pages of one of the only books that she owned, and I sat peacefully studying the space around me during the only restful time of my day that my taxing work schedule allowed. November had just begun only a few days before, and as if our farm hadn't been suffering enough after the war, the cold winter conditions definitely weren't helping matters at all when it came to making ends meet. On top of my family's incredibly dire financial situation, the year behind us personally hadn't been much better in the slightest. Only a few months before, my mother who both my sister and I had been extremely close with, had passed away of an illness that we hadn't even known that she had because of our inability to be able to afford to see our town's doctor more than once a year. My once incredibly vibrant mother had went from healthy and working every day of the week to bedridden and barely able to speak in the span of only a few short weeks. By the time that we had been able to get her to the doctor to figure out exactly what it was that was wrong, we had been told that we were too late. She had lived one more month after the cryptic diagnosis that the doctor had solemnly given us, and then shortly after that she had been buried just a mile off of our property next to my older brother who had passed away nearly eighteen years before.

Despite the loss that we had experienced over the past year of our lives, not everything around my family was as grim as it might have sounded from the unfortunate inner musings of my chaotic mind. Just a few months before, my father had invited my aunt to stay with us for a while in order to help with some of the work that my mother had once taken care of, and thankfully for all of us, she had eagerly accepted his desperate invitation. My aunt was incredibly kind and looked almost identical to my mother, and even though she had only been able to stay for a short while, in that time both my sister and I learned English and also how to read. After my aunt had left to return home to her own family, my father had picked up a few odd jobs in town which enabled us to eat two full meals a day, and my sister to gain back the nearly ten pounds that she had lost since my mother had passed away. Unfortunately, at the end of October my father's newfound jobs were cut in order to help the city save money that the government insisted they needed in order to survive. Ever since then my family had quickly returned to barely one meal a day, and I had quickly returned to sneaking my sister my food in order to keep her as healthy as I possibly could.

"Elena?" My sister finally called toward me, jarring me from my thoughts and turning my attention to her almost immediately. I smiled as I focused in on her small frame curled up around her book and cup of warm water laying just on the edge of her bed.

"Bored of reading already, Katerina?" I asked as turned further toward her and away from the cool press of my bedroom's only window. Katerina shook her head as she set her book down at her feet, and then bit down on her bottom lip just before pulling herself up to sit.

"No, not bored. Elena, did Papa tell you that he was taking us into town with him tomorrow?" She asked in a curious voice as her dark brown eyes met mine from across the space between us. I nodded as I smoothed my hands over my thin flannel nightgown that had thankfully survived yet another winter in my care, and then slowly released a deep breath.

"Yes, he mentioned something yesterday when we were walking in from the fields. I think that he is selling some old farm equipment at one of the auctions." I answered remembering the incredibly short conversation that I had with my father about our scheduled trip the day before.

"They usually do not hold the auctions on Thursday mornings. I think that something is wrong, and I think that maybe we should ask not to go." Katerina said as she brushed a handful of her chestnut colored curls over her shoulder, and then looked down toward her knees. I stared at the mirror image of myself in my twin sister's face for a moment as I mulled over her words in my head, and then bit down gently on my bottom lip. Why was she so worried? What harm would come just from going into town?

"I'm sure that everything is fine, Katerina, do not worry. If Papa has asked us to go into town with him then he must need us for something, and we should be there to help him. It will only be for a few hours, and just remember, that is a few hours we won't have to spend in the fields." I answered with a smile as I pushed myself up from my seat on the window sill and began moving toward my bed. Katerina stood up quickly and grabbed my arm tightly with one of her thin hands as she pulled me tightly to her.

"I must worry, and you should worry too. Something is wrong and I don't think that we should go. Papa has been acting out of sorts lately and I think that it is regarding our trip tomorrow. We have not had a full supper in weeks and suddenly we had one tonight? Then he insists that we bathe thoroughly and wants us to wear our Sunday dresses? Elena, something is wrong." She pleaded in a voice slightly louder than she had used before as she stared at me with desperate eyes and continued to cling to my arm. I turned slightly toward my sister, and then reached out and touched the side of her head gently with my hand. My sister had always been far more untrusting than I had, and also quite a bit more emotional. I always attempted to be strong for others, but Katerina seemed to always only be strong for the two of us, which at times we both desperately needed.

"If something was wrong I am sure that Papa would tell us. He has been very honest with us about everything since Mama passed in June. I'm sure that he just needs our help, and that will be the end of it. Do not worry yourself, Katerina. Everything will be alright." I said in a reassuring voice that even I now did not believe as I began to feel the doubt raising inside of my own mind. Katerina sighed as she finally released her grip on my arm, and then turned her eyes down to the wooden floor beneath us.

"I hope that you are right, Elena, but I myself do not believe him one bit." She said softly as she slowly turned back toward her bed, and then took a few careful steps away from me. I sighed as I faked a smile and attempted to push the fear that she had so quickly instilled in me out of my mind.

"I am always right, Katerina. Now, sit down so that I can get those knots out of your hair before the morning. Papa won't take us anywhere looking as if we had just come from the fields." I said with a small halfhearted laugh as I quickly retrieved the silver hairbrush from my bedside table, and then made my way toward my now casually seated sister. Katerina sighed as she mumbled under her breath quietly and then eventually gave into me just as the snow finally once again began to fall onto the mountains.

The early morning sun rose quickly over the small city of Byala that I had called home for the past seventeen years, and once it had, I quickly began to feel the doubt that I had acquired the night before grow even stronger inside of me. It was barely even five o'clock in the morning when Katerina and I had been awoken by my father, and were then immediately instructed to get dressed and prepare ourselves for our trip into our city's small downtown. Carefully, I dressed myself in my only acceptable navy blue Sunday dress, and then I slipped on a pair of my mother's high heeled shoes that she had saved from her days when she had courted my father. Afterward, I applied a small amount of rouge and lipstick that my sister and I had shared for the past year, and then sparingly applied some perfume that my aunt had brought us when she had visited. I then pulled my stick straight hair up into decorative pins on the top of my head, and then meticulously curled my sister's hair with a hot iron once she had finally finished getting ready shortly after me.

"It is time to go girls." My father said hastily once he finally reappeared nearly an hour later at our bedroom door wearing one of his best jackets and matching hat. I smiled as I looked at him and remembered the days from my childhood when he had been dressed in such a way quite a lot and all of the happy moments that we had shared when farming had still been quite a profitable occupation.

"You look wonderful, Papa." I said finally turning away from my sister's hair and then reaching down toward my neatly made bed for my overcoat. My father swallowed thickly as he smiled softly and then looked down solemnly at the worn floorboards beneath his feet.

"We are late." He said quietly as he slowly turned away from me and then motioned toward the upstairs hall. I nodded as I turned back toward Katerina and felt fear wash over me in a small wave once I saw the distressed look that plagued her beautiful face. My sister swallowed as she retrieved her overcoat from her bed as well, and then moved toward me with fear in her eyes.

"We are right behind you, Papa." Katerina answered softly as she nodded carefully toward me. I swallowed as I faked a smile and then slowly followed my father out of my bedroom and downstairs out of our home.

The ride into the main downtown business area of our small city was about twenty minutes by carriage from our home just on the outskirts of town, but would have been barely ten had we been able to afford taking the train. The minutes passed by like hours as my sister and I sat in silence waiting for whatever was to come once we arrived at our unknown destination, and even though the trip was far bumpier, I was thankful for the extra time we gained not taking the train so that I could attempt to sort through my frantic thoughts. Ever since we had climbed into the carriage at our home, I had asked my father multiple times where it was that we were going, but he never seemed to be able to hear my question as he guided us silently down the dirt roads of our rural community. My sister sat silently shaking next to me as we neared our city's downtown, but finally about a few miles out, she finally voiced her concern to me in our native language.

"English, Katerina. You will speak English." My father interjected in a harsh tone immediately after Katerina had whispered her fears against the side of my ear, and caused a surprising jump from me the second that the words left his lips. I swallowed as I heard the anger mixed with fear in my father's voice drift through the carriage around me and the unusual tone in his voice caused goose bumps to cover my chilled skin in an instant.

"Papa, will you please just tell us where we are going? Katerina is frightened." I begged as I attempted to protect my sister while at the same time also put my own fears at rest. My father sighed from his seat in front of us, and then he slowly shook his head.

"It is none of you girls' concern. We are simply meeting a man that is going to help us, that is all." He reassured as he tightened his jaw into a hard line, and then guided the carriage onto a smaller side road. I swallowed thickly inside of my throat at the mysterious answer that my father had given, and then straightened myself slightly in my seat.

"Who is this man, and how is he going to help us?" I asked attempting to test the boundaries that I knew were far behind where I was currently treading. My father cleared his throat as he tightened his hands on the reigns that he held in his hands, and then slowly found the courage to speak.

"It would be wise of you not to ask so many questions, Elena. Silence will get you into a lot less trouble." He answered quickly. Slowly, I turned back toward my sister who was staring straight ahead of her in complete fear and suddenly I felt her same fear immediately claim me as well. My father had told the two of us that we did not know when to be quiet ever since we had been children, and even in our seventeenth year of life we obviously still hadn't learned our lesson.

"Papa..." I started once again, but this time my sister's head turned toward me and then shook in a manner in which I knew meant that I should finally keep quiet. Katerina swallowed as she faked a smile, and then reached out and grabbed my hand tightly with hers.

"Hush, save your breath sister." She said softly as she squeezed my hand. I nodded as I stared into the mirror image of myself sitting before me, and then released a deep sigh. In that moment we both knew that we were in trouble. Unfortunately, we did not understand the full extent of the word's true meaning enough to prepare ourselves for what was still yet to come.

Just as the sun had finally moved over the mountains, my father's carriage came to a stop in front of a small building just on the edge of the business district of Byala that had been vacant for nearly the past ten years. Slowly, my father climbed down from his seat, and then assisted in ushering my sister and myself into the building that to my knowledge had last been used as some sort of a refurbished warehouse. My legs shook beneath me as I walked slowly in through the main entrance of the building clutching my sister's hand, and then I suddenly felt a slight sense of relief once I saw a tall thin woman with kind eyes appear from the other side of the room.

"You must be Mr. Petrova." The woman said with a smile as she eagerly approached us, and then quickly reached out and formally shook my father's hand. My father nodded as he finally released the kind woman's hand, and then seemed to stare at her in confusion while she addressed him as if she herself was a man.

"Yes, I am. I am here to meet a Mr. Lockwood." He said in a slow slightly uncertain tone of voice. The woman with kind eyes and light brown hair smiled once again as she nodded politely.

"Yes, Mr. Lockwood is my husband. I have accompanied him on this trip in order to be of assistance. These must be your girls." She said as she turned her eyes toward Katerina and me with a wide smile, and slightly forced excitement. My father nodded as he stepped closer and then pointed in my direction.

"Yes, this is Elena and her twin sister Katerina." He said formally as he nodded. The woman stepped slightly closer toward me and then looked between my sister and myself. Her smile suddenly terrified me.

"They are exquisite, Mr. Petrova. My husband will be very pleased." She said warmly. My heart instinctively sped up inside of my chest and I immediately took a quick step back toward my sister. Katerina tightened her grip on my hand and then reassured me tenderly in our native language so to not let the obviously American woman in front of us understand what it was that we were saying.

"English!" My father barked in a loud whisper without looking back at us, but still immediately getting his point across. I jumped in my place on the pavement in fear, and then looked down nervously toward my feet. Something was definitely wrong, Katerina had been right.

The four of us stood in silence as the woman only a few feet away from me stared at us in what appeared to be a mixture between admiration and pity before I finally heard the clatter of a man's dress shoes on the floor behind me. I sucked in a deep terrified breath as I waited for the man in question to appear and then swallowed thickly once I saw him finally come into view.

"Mr. Petrova, I am so sorry to keep you waiting. I see that you found me alright?" The man that now stood in front of me asked as he smoothed his thick hands over his dark gray business suit, and then ran his fingers quickly through his short dark brown hair.

"Yes, I have lived in this town my entire life, Mr. Lockwood. It is not hard to find the only space around that has been vacant for years." My father replied sharply as he tightened his jaw. Mr. Lockwood nodded as he took a step closer toward where my family stood, and then turned his eyes toward me and my sister. Katerina squeezed my hand tightly in hers.

"You were being modest when you said that your daughters were beautiful." The man said as he ran his cold eyes over my sister and me just before he finally turned back toward his wife. Mrs. Lockwood nodded as her jaw tightened, it was obvious that she did not appreciate the attention that we were getting.

"They take after their mother." My father said quickly as he dropped his gaze down to the floor in what almost looked like shame. I turned toward him and felt my nerves come to life beneath my skin as I saw the fear in his dark tired eyes.

"Obviously. Now, is the amount that we previously agreed upon still to your liking?" Mr. Lockwood asked in an incredibly condescending tone as he ran his eyes over me carefully once again. I shuttered as I felt my heart move faster inside of my chest. What amount and for what?

"Yes, Sir. They will have a better life, won't they? In England?" My father asked as he kept his eyes down toward the floor. My head snapped up just as fast as my sister's did, and suddenly our fearful ladylike demeanor changed.

"England? Papa what are you talking about?" Katerina yelled beating me to the emotional outburst and dropping my hand quickly from hers. My father did not move as my sister quickly approached him.

"Katerina, hush. I am doing this for you and your sister's own good." He said through his teeth as he began tapping his tattered dress shoes against the pavement beneath him. I stepped up closer toward my sister and turned my attention toward Mr. Lockwood in desperation.

"What is for our own good? What is he doing?" I begged as I felt my limbs begin to shake and my mouth go completely dry in an instant. Mr. Lockwood licked his lips and then leaned back slightly on his heels. He seemed to be thinking very carefully about something for a moment and then he finally spoke.

"Your father and I have worked out a deal that is going to tremendously help your family, sweetheart. I am going to give your father a large sum of money to pay off the debt of your farm, and then you and your sister are going to come to England with me to work for a little while in return. The work will not be...difficult as I am sure what you have been forced to do in this wasteland has been much worse, and because of it your family will survive another year." He explained slowly with a smile that made my stomach turn just at the sight of it. I shook my head as I turned back toward my father in a crazed disbelief.

"Papa, please do not send us away. Katerina and I can work here, for you. We can make it just like we always have. You don't have to do this." I pleaded as I took a few steps forward and then reached out for my father's hand. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around mine and then eventually he lifted his head.

"Elena, my love. This is what has to be done. We are on the brink of starvation and there is no end in sight. The farm is not producing what it needs to and you and your sister are getting thinner by the day. This man will take care of you. You will have a better life there." He whispered as he stared into my eyes. I shook my head as I felt tears beginning to rise in my eyes and then slowly licked my painfully dry lips.

"We will not have a better life without you, Papa. Please." I begged as I finally felt the first of my tears slip down my cheek and then drop onto my chest. My father shook his head and then slowly released my hand.

"Elena, my wife and I will take good care of you as you get settled in your new home. This is a very good move that your father has made. He is taking care of you and your sister and at the same time saving your home. You will be able to write to your father whenever you like and soon I'm sure we can arrange some visits. Everything will be alright." Mr. Lockwood said reassuringly in a kind voice as he stepped closer to where I still stood shaking. I swallowed as I finally moved away from my father and then quickly once again grabbed my sister's hand.

"Do you promise me that at least Katerina and I will stay together?" I asked in a defeated voice as I lifted my eyes up to the man holding my fate (as well as a very thick envelope) in his large hand. Mr. Lockwood smiled a sickening smile, and then nodded slowly.

"Ms. Petrova, you have my word." He said slowly. I nodded as I turned back toward Katerina who stood in what appeared to be a dazed shock beside me, and did the only thing that I knew how to do. I tried my best to take care of her.

"Papa won't lose the house if we go, Katerina. If we stay..." I started as I felt a lump form inside of my throat prohibiting my next words from leaving my lips. Katerina shook her head as her eyes widened, and tears brimmed just over her thick lashes.

"No! No, Elena! We are not leaving our home to do God knows what in a country where we have never been! No! I will not go and neither will you!" Katerina yelled as she pulled me back toward her and then began moving us toward the door in which we had come. Quickly, a man that I hadn't ever noticed before moved in front of us blocking our path before we had even been able to take two steps. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to find a man with warm hazel eyes, and light brown hair standing in front of us looking down at me with a solemn look on his young stubble covered face.

"I'm sorry girls, but you were not asked if you wanted to go." He said softly but sternly as he looked down at us. I swallowed as I stared up at the man before me and then slowly turned back once again toward my sister. Katerina now had tears filling her large chocolate brown eyes as she turned back toward my father who was now holding the same large envelope that Mr. Lockwood had been holding only a moment before, and then finally she let a loud sob escape her lips.

"Papa, please. Don't do this." She begged as her tears began to run down her face and her grip on my hand tightened once again. My father looked down at the floor as he released a deep sigh, and then slowly closed his eyes.

"It is for the best Katerina. One day you will understand that." He said quietly and then just after his words left his mouth he slowly made his way toward us. Without another sound, he gently kissed both Katerina and my foreheads, and then just as a tear rolled down his face he turned and slowly made his way back toward the main entrance of the building. I pulled my sister close to me as tears streamed down both of our faces and then after I took in a much needed deep breath, I turned back toward the mysterious Lockwood's.

"What exactly are you going to do with us?" I asked quietly as I felt my knees beginning to once again shake violently beneath me. Mr. Lockwood smiled as he took a step closer toward us and then quickly cleared his throat.

"What I am going to do with you is take you to London. What happens after that is yet to be seen." He said carefully as his brown eyes locked tightly on mine. I swallowed as I stared at the man in front of me, and in an instant I knew that my sister had been right. We definitely had something to worry about.

Damon's POV:

The darkened pub that surrounded me hummed with the chatter of around fifty some men carrying on about lives that no one cared about, and of course the once again rainy weather outside that simply wouldn't let up. I sipped my third glass of bourbon as I sat in silence at the pub's polished oak bar, and then turned my attention back to the barmaid just to my left that had been staring at me ever since I had first entered the room about an hour before. I smirked to myself as I noticed the rapid rise and fall of dainty woman's chest once my eyes finally met hers, and then quickly emptied my glass just before I held it up in her direction once again. Without missing a beat, the woman quickly rushed from the other end of the bar toward me, and then nearly tripped over her own tattered heels once she finally reached where I leisurely sat.

"Can I get you another one, love?" She asked in her thick cockney accent that made her sound much less feminine than the women that I had met on the other side of town, but thankfully nonetheless mouthwatering.

"I think I've had my fill of liquor for the night. What's your name, darling?" I asked as I set my glass down carefully onto the oak bar in front of me, and then leaned closer to where she stood. The woman smiled as a blush rose in her cheeks, and then she shifted her weight nervously to her other foot.

"I'm Emma." She said as she pushed one of her messy blonde curls behind her ear and then smoothed her other hand over her incredibly worn work dress. I nodded as I ran my eyes over her hungrily, and then slowly licked my lips.

"Well, my name is Damon, Emma, Damon Salvatore. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." I said formally in a low slow voice as I smiled once again just before I propped my head up on my hand, and then raised my eyebrow in her direction. Emma blushed once again as she quickly scanned my body with her soft brown eyes, and judging by how her breathing increased almost immediately, I assumed that she liked what she saw.

"Well Damon, the pleasure is all mine. I've never seen you around here before, where did you slither in from?" She asked playfully as she winked at me, and not so subtly pushed one of her hips seductively in my direction. I smiled as I shrugged my shoulders and then pursed my lips innocently together.

"I'm just a southern boy visiting some friends, sweetheart. I don't suppose you would like to show me around, now would you?" I asked as I flashed another smile that consequently sent Ms. Emma's heart into a fit of palpitations that made my mouth practically water, and my dick begin to press roughly against my newly purchased dress pants.

"I would love to, but I don't get off for another hour. I don't suppose you would be willing to have another drink and wait for me, now would you? On the house?" She asked as she lowered her eyes to mine, and then bit down timidly on her bottom lip. I smiled as I looked up at her from my seat and then winked wickedly as soon as our eyes met.

"More than willing, darling." I said from low in my throat as I pushed my glass toward her slowly, and then leaned back slightly further away from her body. Emma blushed once again at my forwardness and then bounced back behind the bar just as instructed. This was just too fucking easy.

The brisk London wind whipped wildly around my chilled body as I stood waiting in the back alley of the pub exactly five minutes after Emma was scheduled to be released from work. I buttoned the last few remaining buttons on my long black formal overcoat tightly as I leaned casually against the dirty brick building beside me and then smiled to myself as I finally heard the door behind me open slowly. I released a deep breath as I felt my fangs begin to push roughly against the aching flesh of my gums, and then after a few moments, I finally turned around to take my date completely into view. My barmaid tour guide stood only a few feet away from me in her obviously tidied up work dress, and freshly made up face. Her skin reeked of cheap perfume, and her lips were now stained with a bright crimson lipstick that I could tell had been borrowed from a friend. I released a deep sigh as I pushed out my distain for cheap overdone women, and instead focused in on the meal ahead of me that I had been desperately looking forward to ever since the night before.

"So, Damon. What is it that you would like to see?" Emma asked as she took a few timid steps toward me, and then smiled sheepishly from under her curls. I grinned as I took a step forward, and then raised my brow in her direction.

"I'm looking at what I wanted to see." I said seductively as ran my tongue slowly over my bottom lip, and then locked my eyes intently on hers. Emma breathed out raggedly as I sensed her arousal beginning to flood her innocent system, and then she ran her fingers nervously through her tousled hair attempting to keep herself in control of the situation. Good luck, sweetheart.

"You seem to be a very dangerous man, Mr. Salvatore." She said as her heart began to beat faster inside of her chest, and her blood began to move faster through her small delicate veins. I smiled as I released a breath sensing my victory before I even truly tasted it.

"You, my dear, have no idea." I said, and in that second, it was over.

Before another breath could escape Emma's sweet overly painted lips, I was across the space between us and had her tender body locked tightly in my arms. I slammed her soft frame roughly against mine as soon as I reached her, and then without a second thought I dropped my head down to the soft pale skin of her throat, and drove my fangs deep into her succulent flesh. For a moment, Emma struggled against my body and cried out in pain against my shoulder as I fed from her, but as usual her fight did not last long. As soon as her pungent ale laced blood began to flow into my starving mouth, her body began to willingly press against mine, and within seconds her blood began to taste of her intense need and completely overwhelming lust.

"Please don't kill me, love. I can make you a very happy man." Emma pleaded with both lust and fear pouring from her voice just as my fangs drove deeper into her flesh once again. I smiled against her skin as I finally took my last drink, and then I slowly began to pull away from her once I had finally had my fill.

"Damon! Dinner time is over, mate." I heard a sarcastic and unfortunately far too familiar voice call from the other end of the alley, and immediately interrupt any further satisfaction that I could have possibly been able to enjoy from my incredibly naïve young barmaid. I ground my teeth together in agitation as I slowly pulled away from the woman that I still closely held, and then swallowed the last of her delicious blood that I still held in my mouth.

"Emma, sweetheart. I need you to look at me." I said slowly as I lifted my head and slowly turned toward the young girl's face shaking myself from my own desire, and remembering the task that was still at hand. Emma lifted her still lust riddled and completely terrified eyes to mine, and then within a few moments became eerily still.

"Emma, you got off work a little late tonight because of the weather and the pub being overcrowded. While you waited to leave, you had a drink with a friend, and then you left the pub alone. Do you understand?" I asked slowly as I held Emma's gaze tightly with mine and wrapped my influence carefully around her incredibly poorly guarded consciousness. Emma swallowed thickly as my words floated around inside of her head, and then after a moment she finally let out a deep breath.

"I had a drink with a friend and then I left the pub alone." She repeated in a daze as she continued to stare deeply into my eyes, and allowed me to rummage around in her brain as I pleased. I smiled as I reveled in her obedience and then finally took a few much needed steps back.

"Good girl." I said quickly, and then after wiping my mouth one last time, I made my way back down the alley from where I had come, and to the sarcastic prick that had so rudely interrupted my meal.

"You should be more careful, Damon. Feeding in public places is not your safest bet in this part of town or any part of town for that matter. Did you not learn your lesson back in America?" The man that I now stood angrily in front of asked as he shifted his weight carefully to his other foot, and then ran his fingers through his wavy blonde hair. I licked my lips as I began walking in the direction of our carriage, and then shrugged my shoulders in complete indifference.

"My problems in America had nothing to do with my feeding habits, and you know that, Klaus. Why do you care what I do anyway? Shouldn't you be busy attempting to build your army of hybrid freaks rather than worrying about me?" I asked over my shoulder as I increased my pace slightly and then tightened my coat around me. There was a brief silence behind me at my mention of Klaus' true reason for being in England, and then I heard him finally take in a breath.

"My army needs capable soldiers, and therefore you are one of my primary concerns. The church has had their eye in our direction for quite some time, Damon, and frankly I don't like it. I'm not about to go down when I am this close to my victory. I'm not about to go down at all." He responded tightly as he suddenly appeared at my side, and then tilted his head sternly in my direction. I sighed as I shook my head in irritation and then gritted my teeth tightly together.

"I've already told you, Klaus. I have no interest in being any part of that sick experiment that you seem to be obsessed with. I greatly appreciate the help that you and your family have given me after what happened in the states, but that is where it ends. I plan to be out of here again as soon as everything dies down, and then you can do whatever the hell it is that you want." I said as I ran my fingers through my jet black hair and then cleared my throat quickly. Klaus nodded slowly from beside me as he attempted to hide the grin on his face, and then pursed his lips together in a tight line.

"Well, your gratitude is appreciated, mate. However, I need a little bit more from you than that." He said as he eventually started to slow in his movements beside me. I turned my head toward him as I slowed as well and then finally came to a complete stop once I saw the intensity radiating from his eyes.

"What is it that you want from me, Klaus?" I asked as I raised my brow at my forced host in curiosity, and then licked my chilled lips carefully. Klaus smiled as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest, and then tilted his head at me sarcastically.

"I want you to help my family blend into society just like everyone else. I want you to help take the heat off of us, and point it somewhere else. You have a…charisma and special kind of influence that I need, Damon. I did not bring you here out of the kindness of my heart. I still have much to do here in London, and I don't need the church or anyone else breathing down my neck while I do it." He answered carefully as he kept his gaze locked tightly on mine. I stared into the emerald eyes in front of me and then shrugged my shoulders in slight confusion.

"And, how exactly am I supposed to help you do all of that?" I asked not yet completely grasping what it was that the sociopath in front of me was getting at, but completely accepting the fact that I wouldn't like whatever it was once I found out.

"I need you to finally start accompanying myself and my brother to the parties, events, and gatherings that you have been refusing to attend ever since you arrived here. I need you get in with the right people, and show them that they have nothing to fear in us." Klaus replied as he watched me closely. I laughed under my breath as I rolled my eyes. They had everything to fear in you, Klaus.

"Seems easy enough. I think I can manage a few parties. Anything else, master?" I asked sarcastically knowing full well that there was much more to Klaus' request than what he had actually spoken. Klaus shrugged innocently as he raised his brow in my direction.

"Yes, actually there is. It wouldn't hurt if you would acquire some feminine company when attending these events. It looks quite odd for a man of your apparent age to be constantly alone when out in public. A female companion probably wouldn't hurt your attitude either." He said with a devious smile as he stared at me, and then winked flirtatiously. Once again, I rolled my eyes.

"My attitude, and the company I keep are just fine, Klaus. I don't need to be hauling around blonde indentured servants like you do just to keep up appearances." I said as I once again began walking toward our carriage, and hopefully away from this conversation. Klaus continued to follow behind me closely, and of course did not even pause in his intended mission.

"This is not a request, Damon. Either you will help us by becoming a part of regular society and acting like a harmless human being or you will lose my family's protection. I will not have you compromising my hard work or the safety of my family." He said harshly as his tone immediately switched from humored to maniacally serious in the matter of a heartbeat. I swallowed thickly as I stopped walking once again, and then slowly turned back around. Klaus' emerald eyes met mine, and seemed to challenge me silently with their intensity.

"I'm not exactly the relationship kind of guy, Klaus. Women take me to bed, not home to Mummy." I said sarcastically as I stared back at the man behind me and prayed that one of the creators of the vampire race was not about to attempt to play matchmaker in the matters of my personal life. Klaus smiled deviously as he took a few steps forward, and then slowly licked his lips.

"Well, most women isn't exactly what I had in mind for you, mate. Meet me tomorrow night when you return from whatever it is that you do all day, and I will show you something that just might be more your taste." He said illusively as he kept his eyes carefully locked on mine. I narrowed my eyes as I studied the man behind me, and then silently accepted his forced invitation knowing full well that I would soon come to deeply regret it.

A/N: So what did everyone think? This is just the beginning of a very long journey and I hope that everyone liked it. Please note that yes some of the language is rough flowing especially from Elena's clan at this point and that is because she is not 100 percent used to speaking only English. Also, please note the tone is a little different because of the era. Yes, Klaus is working on building his hybrid army, we will get more into those details later and why exactly Damon had to flee from America as well. And, yes Katerina (Katherine) is a little OCC right now, but that is only because she is still human and young and has not yet seen the horrors of the world. This just might change very soon I hope you all liked this, please read and review. I would really appreciate your feedback. Happy Holidays! Will update super soon! -DamonsMuse83