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Our Deadly Sins.
-The City-
Eyes shut tight, clenched jaw and an aching body were the first things I recognized waking up. The sound of deep rock music pounding throughout the walls of my location, I recognized the band as the Deftones. After blinking a few times I was able to pry open my drooping eyes. Darkness. The black blank darkness was all my usually deep brown orbs could register.
I willed my ears to extend my senses- voices…I hear various voices and laughter. The sound of glass smashing. The smell of leather and manly musk; the way it smelled when in a bar full of bikers.
I ran my aching limbs across what felt to be a bed, the sheets appeared to be silk by their texture. I could feel something cushioned underneath my aching skull which I presumed to be a pillow. My neck hurt deeply and I had the headache of all headaches but it didn't stop me from slowly sitting up and putting my legs on the side of the bed not quite touching the ground. From the distant bar and smoke smell I quickly registered that I wasn't still in my vanilla scented bedroom. I breathed slowly to catch my breath as I already felt drained from simply sitting up. My mind tried to remember what I'd last done yet my recent memories seemed foggy, hell they evaded me completely. Where the hell was I and how the hell had I gotten here?
I didn't get to dwell to long when what I assumed was the bedroom door, if this was even a bedroom, opened revealing a dark male silhouette and a stream of light. The stranger stood still. My breathing rapidly picked up as I could immediately tell that he was no boy I knew, I could feel my heart stammering almost painfully inside my chest, pounding constantly.
All I could hear was the pounding music, the voices, and the laughter. Yet in that moment all of it seemed to be tuned out as time stood still. All I could hear were my labored breaths and the loud thumps of my heart. First I heard the footsteps, and then I saw them. Coming towards my still form on the bed. I couldn't move. I was frozen in fear, far too scared to move.
Who was this man? Was he here to save me? Did he put me here? Where were my parents? Jesus Christ, had they kidnapped them to? Were they hurt? Were they dead? Did they even know I was gone? Would I escape? Why?
All these questions seemed to invade my mind at once but it seemed as if for once I was truly stuck. Left with so many simple questions yet I couldn't find any answers. All thoughts were erased from my mind as I realized the dark stranger had stopped walking and was once again stood motionless in front of me completely mute. The amount of light that streamed in from the crack left in the door left far too much to the imagination. All it did was trace the outlines of his body. It'd only served to show me that someone was in the room. The figure raised a hand to me and I prepared myself for the blinding pain of being struck in the face. That always happened in the movies. Yet this person seemed to do the opposite. He cupped my cheek stroking the flesh with the pad of his thumb.
"Who are you?" I whispered tears falling down my face as I was afraid I might be hurt for speaking.
I didn't quite know what to expect as I'd read books and seen movies where girls of all ages had been in this situation. Sometimes they ended up with Stockholm syndrome. Or they were being used for a ransom. Sometimes they were captured by rapists and child molesting perverts who wanted some young child to bare their children. I didn't know what to expect. But I deduced I was soon going to find out.
The person didn't seem to want me to feel any pain as they quickly hushed my weeping, "Shhh sweet girl, you're okay. Hush."
I quieted my bawling and bit my lip before asking my main question, "Are you gonna hurt me?"
"That depends, butterfly." The man stated his voice soft and husky. "Are you going to be a good girl?"
I nodded rapidly, "Please don't hurt me."
He chuckled a soft sinister chuckle, "As long as you follow house rules you'll be just fine, sweet girl. Ok?"
"Ok." I whimpered. "Where am I?"
"Shhh, you'll find out in due time. For now, let's get you cleaned up."
"Can I know your name?"
He laughed softly once more, "I'm Damon."
"I-I'm Elena." I stammered. His soft touches and sweet voice were calming my nerves but doing strange things to me.
"I know who you are, butterfly. And we're gonna have so much fun together."
"W-what does that m-m-mean?" I stuttered cursing myself for sounding so vulnerable.
"Shush. No more questions, butterfly. You need a shower and some clean clothes. Then we can talk, ok?"
"But I-"
"Now, baby." He sighed stroking my cheek softly. "You promised to be a good girl."
"I'm sorry." I sighed with a small pout.
"Mmm, it's ok." He smirked though I couldn't see it. "But don't let it happen too often alright, butterfly."
"Ok, Damon." I whispered with a small nod.
"Good girl, baby." He praised and I could sense rather than see him smiling. "You're such a good girl."
A strange sense of pride raced through me at the tone of his voice and the satisfaction that lace within it.
"Are you ready to shower, sweet girl?"
"Will you be…um, you know…" I stammered through my sentence. I inwardly rolled my eyes at my lack of ability to sound as if I had even a hint of self esteem.
"Do you wanna know if I'll be watching you? Or joining you?" He asked softly.
"I'm sorry." I whispered ashamed for even assuming that'd he'd be watching to make sure I didn't do anything stupid or that he would force me. For all I knew he could very well do those things but he hadn't given me any reason to believe so. I was slightly afraid now that'd he'd lash out at me for assuming such things. I tilted my head down in embarrassment.
"Chin up, pretty girl." He smiled. "And for right now I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
"Thank you." I whispered. Right now? So he could eventually force himself on me? I didn't know what to think anymore.
"You're welcome, butterfly." He stroked my hair causing me to bite back a purr of contentment. "Now, baby girl, how about we get you to that shower?"
After thoroughly showering and scrubbing the dirt and grime from my flawless olive skin I put on the robe Damon had given me and walked outside just like he'd asked of me.
"Damon?" I asked peaking my head out of the bathroom doorway.
"Come on out, butterfly." He smiled at me.
He'd turned on the lights and laid out an outfit for me to wear. A lacy pair of black boy shorts and a push up bra with a front hook. A pair of jean shorts, a baggy but fitting grey sweater and neon blue sock with pink spots on it. Next to the bed was a cute pair of combat boots. It wasn't my type of thing to wear but it was decent and I wasn't going to start complaining.
I walked to the bed and grabbed the underwear and clothes prepared to go in the bathroom when Damon stopped me. I looked at him in confusion.
Seeing my gaze he smiled softly at me, "I'm leaving so you can change when I'm gone. Then my friend Caroline will help you with your hair, ok?"
"You're gonna leave me?" I whispered scared.
"You don't want me to leave?" He asked tilting his head.
"No." I muttered shaking my head.
"Ok, butterfly. I'll stay, you go change and when Caroline comes I'll stay with you. Sound good?"
"Thank you." I smiled softly at him.
"You're welcome, sweet girl." He smirked at me.
I walked into the bathroom locking the door behind me. I stared at myself in the mirror over the pristine sink as I slowly got dressed. On the other wall was a floor length body mirror. I zipped up the boots on my ankles. I studied my appearance on the mirror. Wet brown hair, tights dark blue shorts, a grey sweater and the bad ass boots on my feet. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth biting it slightly before unlocking the door and walking back into the bare bedroom.
"C'mere, butterfly." Damon ushered me over to the bed.
"Hi." I smiled shyly sitting next to him on the bed.
"Hi." He smirked back before tucking a wet hair behind my ear. "We need to go over a few of those house rules I told you about, butterfly."
"Ok."
"One big rule is never lock any doors unless I give you permission."
I flushed with embarrassment knowing I'd just broken it already, my cheeks turned bright red, "I'm sorry."
"It's ok, pretty girl. You didn't know, that's why I'm not mad." He spoke softly caressing my cheek sweetly. I nodded slowly grateful he wasn't mad at me.
"Rule number two, until I trust that you won't run, you aren't permitted to leave the house without me accompanying you."
"Yes, Sir." I agreed. I didn't know where this sudden subservient attitude was coming from. Sure, I'd always been polite but I'd never felt the incessant need to follow someone's every command like I did with him. He was making me feel things I'd never felt before.
"Mmm, good girl." He purred his lip quirking to the side. "You are such a good girl."
I blushed, "Thank you."
"You are welcome, butterfly." He smirked knowingly making me blush even harder. He was doing strange things to me.
"Number three; I don't want you losing any weight. Three meals a day, ok baby?"
"I can do that." I nodded.
"Good." He nodded looking pleased that I agreed without argument. "Last one for now, when I tell you to do something you do it. Understand?"
"Yes…" I frowned slightly before I checked myself and putting my smile back. "I understand."
"Mmm, excellent." He smirked. "Caroline should be here any minute."
I nodded before turning to him, "Damon? Why am I here?"
"Because, butterfly." He started with an almost angelic yet horrid smile. "You're meant to be mine."
"What?"
"You're my newest submissive."
My eyes bulged, his newest submissive? What the hell happened to the others? Would he do the same thing to me that he did to them? Why me?
"I can see all of the question floating through your eyes, baby." He smirked stroking my cheek with the pad of his thumb softly. "Don't be scared, gorgeous. You'll understand everything soon. Promise."
I looked at him warily; he kidnapped me, gave me rules and wants me to be his submissive- no forcing me and I'm just supposed to wait and see what happens? Hope for the fucking best? I desperately wanted to cry, to scream, to shout on the rooftops to anyone who would listen. Why was this happening to me? I'd never done anything wrong! How was anything supposed to be ok? Everything was messed up and it was all because of the gorgeous blue eyed man.
Damon's warm masculine hand was locked in mine as he steered me down the long mysterious hallway. The haunting hypnotic voice of Matt Healy filled the room, my stomach clenched at the sound of cheering and what sounded like deep sobbing mixed with it. Damon rolled his eyes with a small sigh before stopping abruptly before turning to look at me cupping my face with his hands. "Before you go in this room I should warn you, the things you're about to see aren't…what you're used to."
"What does that mean?"
He looked down at me rubbing his nose against mine, "It means bad girls get punished around here and one's being punished right now. Punishments can get a little...graphic sometimes. I don't want you getting to frightened."
I immediately from, my heart beat increasing- what kind of place was I in? "Punished?"
"Come on, baby. Stay close."
The sight that we walked in on when we turned the corner would forever be ingrained in my mind. A girl with long golden brown hair was hunched over on her knees, her arms held up by handcuffs around her wrist, the cuffs attached to chains. Her back were littered with dark purple bruises her butt a deep shade of red, on its way to bruising similarly to her back. Her body shook with the deep sobbing and screaming she released as a man stood over her bringing down what looked like a cane on her battered body.
"Had enough, Vicki?" the man above her taunted. "Hurts don't it, baby girl?"
"Stop!" She screamed. "Please stop! I'm sorry! I'll never do it again! Ever!" She pleaded.
My eyes widened at the sight of her naked body and the fact that no one was helping her, he was beating her! Where was I, who were these people?!
"Sorry for what you little bitch?" He question yanking her head back by pulling her hair roughly.
She cried out in pain but quickly answered, most likely in fear of the caning continuing, "For running away! I promise I'll never try it again! I learned my lesson, I'm sorry Master."
He moaned seemingly pleased with her answer, "Alright, gorgeous. You're punishments over."
He'd beaten her black and blue for attempting the one thing I wanted most in the world, running away and escaping the hell hole that was this place. I desperately wanted to be back in my bed, writing in my diary, imagining this whole thing to be one imaginative dream. But it wasn't and I was going to be stuck here or die trying to escape.
Some laughed while some groaned in disappointment and the man releasing Vicki from his sadistic clutches. A mocha colored girl and a slightly lighter girl quickly ran to the brunettes' side unlocking the cuffs and balancing her between them.
"Bonnie, Aimeé, get her cleaned up would you?" He asked in a bored tone. His tone suggested it wasn't a question. They nodded muttering words of agreement as they limped with her weight on their shoulders.
I glanced up at Damon in part horror, part curiosity. "Damon?" I whispered.
He looked down at me quickly reading my expression before kissing my forehead gently, grabbing my hand- our fingers interlocking, and then guiding me to a man with sandy blonde hair standing next to a tan man with jet black hair.
"Enzo, Alaric," He started with a small smile. "This is Elena."
The man, Enzo, looked down at me with a small smirk etched to his face. I watched with wide confused eyes as he brought my hand to his lips placing a lengthy kiss to it. "Pleasure, Elena." Fuck! That accent was so sexy! The way he said my name…
"You too, Enzo." I smiled warmly. "And that makes you Alaric?" I said turning to the man.
"Please call me Ric." He smiled softly at me. "Nice to meet you, Elena." He said shaking my hand.
"Likewise." I nodded.
Damon grinned slightly, "Now that we've got introductions out of the way, where's Mason?"
"He's out." Enzo shrugged. "That's the only reason why Tyler's stupid ass had the balls to do what he just did."
"Liked him better when he was a submissive." Damon rolled his eyes. "Less of a fucking moron."
"Don't we all." Alaric chuckled. "Think Stefan would ever consider breaking him down again?"
"Please." Damon rolled his eyes. "He's all wrapped up in Jeremy these days."
"Don't pretend we're not cute." A man, I presumed to be Stefan said walking up to us with a teasing expression. A boy stood next to him, he looked young, with his lanky build and shaggy brown hair, soft brown eyes.
"Hey." The boy smiled at me. "I'm Jeremy."
I smiled back, "Elena."
Stefan and Damon locked eyes for a moment before sharing equal smiles. Damon turned to me, "'Lena this is my brother Stefan and his boyfriend Jeremy."
"Nice to meet you Jeremy," I smiled at him. "You too Stefan."
"Jer," Damon started. "Why don't you take Elena outside and show her the garden and pool."
Jeremy glanced at Stefan before grabbing my hand and pulling to a door that apparently led to the garden.
"Don't try anything, Elena." Damon whispered to me before I was pulled away. I glanced back at him smiling and nodding.
"So where'd you live?" Jeremy asked as we walked down this pathway apparently leading to the garden.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, "I live in Virginia."
"You should get over that," He started. "All that hope of going back…it's never going to happen. This is your new home; this is your new life."
"No, it isn't." I shook my head. "I'm willing to cooperate until Damon realizes that I'm not what he wants and he'll let me go home."
"That's the thing Elena, being good is exactly what Damon wants – "
"Then I'll be bad!" I cut him off "I have a life! I don't belong here!"
"Keep your voice down!" He hissed back at me. "Elena –"
He took my hand dragging me to a bench in the middle of the garden. I stared at the fountain in front of us as my heart slowly dropped into my stomach.
"If you're bad the only result will be your death…nothing you do will ever get you back home. You can't run because Damon will always find you. Being good get's you cherished, being bad get's you dead. Understand?"
"But why me?" I cried in agony. "I never asked for this! I don't want this!"
"None of us wanted this, Elena." He sighed. "But it's what we've got, and if you make the most of it you can be happy. Damon's a nice guy when he wants to be; this doesn't have to be the end of your life. If you let him he could make you very happy, you just have to give him a chance."
"So what am I supposed to do, huh?" I asked. "Be Damon's little puppy dog for the rest of my life? Never see my family again? I'm supposed to be ok with that?"
"No, you don't piss him off. He eventually trusts you and you get more freedom. The beginning starts off strict but if you're good, some rules go away and some become less harsh. You could live a long fruitful life with him giving you just about anything you want, you can be happy Elena."
"Is that what you have with Stefan?"
His face instantly lit up at the sound of his name, "All that and more, Elena. I love my life."
"How long have you been here?"
"A year and 5 months, best year and 5 months of my life." He smirked. "You'll have that, Elena. I promise."
"Thanks, Jeremy." I sighed. I'd given in to the fact that I'd be here for a while. "Damon said something earlier about me being his newest submissive? What is that?"
"Basically you submit to him. He tells you what to wear, eat, what you say in public. He may have you call him Master, or Sir but if he likes you, you might get away with his first name. And eventually the sex, usually it involves heavy BDSM scenarios."
"Control what I eat and say?" I asked bewildered. "BDSM?! He wants to what, tie me up and spank me?"
"Calm down," Jeremy laughed. "It's not that bad, it just takes some getting used to."
I gulped, "How is it between you and Stefan?"
"At first it was really weird; I had never been with a guy before. He took his time with me letting me get used to it but at the same time he was always in control."
"Was it scary? When the sex stuff started?"
"A bit, but like I said he eased me into it. I'm sure Damon will do the same, he really isn't all that bad. And I think he likes you, the way he was smiling at you."
"I don't know if I can do this, Jeremy. I don't think I'm..equipped to handle this type of thing."
"Sure you can, Elena." He smiled softly at me. "I'll help you, you'll be fine. Trust me, you can do this."
"Thanks, Jeremy."
He smirked sideways at me, "You're welcome, Elena. Let's go inside."
"She seems nice." Stefan commented. "She's got that whole girl next door thing going for her."
"Seems like a priss to me." Enzo contradicted.
Damon rolled his eyes, "She's not prissy, and she's sweet and obedient. She's done everything I told her to with little to no protest and she craves my affection and praise already. That's..rare."
Alaric glanced at him, "Seems like you like her already."
"I do like her. Maybe she's it."
"Eww," Enzo muttered. "She's hot but I just don't feel like jumping up and down at the thought of her being around for all of eternity."
Stefan punched him in the arm glaring at him, "Stop it. If you start speaking negatively he'll second guess himself."
"I am right here you know."
"Look all I'm saying is she looks like she's in desperate need of a good time, when she lets loose a little and looks a little less uptight maybe I'll like her."
"I don't need you to like her," Damon smirked. "I'm keeping her either way."
"Arse." Enzo rolled his eyes.
"You love me."
"Whatever," He started. "Just go get your girl before she runs away."
"Will do." He nodded. He started off to the door before looking over his shoulder at Stefan, "Coming?"
"Let's go brother."
A/N: This is a story I've been thinking about for a while. I have high hopes for this story- my first real dark themes. Just so every knows this story will contain heavy smut with BDSM and D/s themes. It is AU but they are vampires. Not sure where I want to take this but we'll see. Review, Follow and Favorite! Thanks.