This is just a little something I came up with today and ran with. I find it is only fair to name my unexpected inspiration and that would be the fanfic "One Desperate Moment" by Irish Contessa. Thank you. WARNING: It is graphic, so if you're a sensative type (and that's okay), then I wouldn't continue reading. I do have plans to continue it, but that's only up to the response of the story. Thank you for reading.

Also, stake me if I'm wrong, but I do not own anything.

Chapter One- My Beautiful Rescue

The moonlight on this cold night cast upon the trees and the many headstones of the Mystic Falls graveyard. Amidst one of these headstones in particular sat a young girl with long brown hair and honey licked skin. The only sounds were the leaves tickling one another as the wind flowed past the trees and her quiet whispers she directed towards the headstone. "I'm sorry I haven't visited in a while," she apologized wholeheartedly to the small wall of concrete bulging from the rough earth. She stayed there well after midnight confessing to nothing human about her latest obstacles in her life. "He left," she whispered while a single tear slid down her cold cheek. "It hurts, but surprisingly I feel like I'll be just fine. . . in time." Her small gloved hand traced the top of her parent's headstone, "I miss you," the girl barely murmured.

Quietly, with all the stealth of a lion pack on the hunt, three dark figures made their way closer to the innocent girl. Ignoring the darkness, the girl lost herself in the happy memories she once shared with her parents, never noticing the three men as they became dangerously close. Her eyes caught the darkness creeping up the grave before her as the moon narked on the tallest man of the group. Eyes wide, she gasped and quickly stood up to face the intruders.

With the only light source hitting their backs, she couldn't make out any of their faces, but by their stance and the fact that they surrounded her caused fear to drum against the beat of her heart. "Hello gorgeous," the middle man teased casting her a menacingly white smile. The icy air catches in her throat and she is too terrified to utter words.

She attempts to run only making it to the opposite side of the headstone before the short heavier creep grabs her and pushes her fragile body to the cold ground. The poor girl moans in pain at the force her head hits the grave. She knows she's in trouble and she knows it's going to take a savior to get her out of this predicament. She is too weak to fight against three grown men, even if they are human attackers this time.

Suddenly a great deal of her hair is being pulled and she has no choice but to be dragged back around the grave to her original spot. The tall middle man, obviously the leader, snickers at her meager attempt to escape them. . .and to what is coming to her. "What do you want?" she sobs facing the ground below her hands and knees.

"You and I are going to have lots of fun gorgeous." The two minions stay in place at her left and right as he squats down in front of her, staring into her eyes. The evil grin still hadn't ceased to torment her. She flinched as his rough fingertips traced down her neck, "What's your name gorgeous?"

"El- Elena," she forced herself to admit through her sobs.

"Mmmmm," he taunts while his demon eyes slowly ran up and down her entire body until he's looking into her doe eyes once again. The bastard didn't even look away as he ordered his goons, "Hold her down!"

Elena's heart stopped and she began to kick and scream, but her weak attempts do not get her anywhere closer to safety. Her only hope is that someone may hear her pleas. One minion held her arms down against the ground while the leader straddled her wiggling thighs. He forcibly unzipped her sweater, held up a knife for her to witness glimmering in the moonlight, and began to slice her shirt up the middle until it and her bra were no longer concealing her upper body. A few droplets of blood appeared on her abdomen where the knife nicked her in more struggling attempts.

"See what happens when you're a naughty girl, Elena?" He leaned down and forced a kiss against her dry quivering lips. Tears fell down her cheeks as she tried to will her head to either side away from his advances, but he was just too strong. As he pulled away she felt him begin to grind against her as the third man grabbed a hold of her ankles. She knew exactly what was coming to her. Elena tried to use her every muscle to get free of their sickening hold on her, but nothing helped. Another blood-curdling scream escaped her once greedy hands rubbed against her bare breasts and torso. He paused only long enough to backhand her right cheek which forced her screams to come to an abrupt stop, but her raspy sobs followed.

"Pleeeease stop," she begged, but this only added more determination to his disgusting plans. With both hands he started to yank down her jeans. Adrenaline and fear raced through her body, "Pleeeeeease!" she screamed. No such plea would stop the cruel man, but she could not bring herself to give up and stop screaming. "Don't! Pleease!" With her pants now well below her knees he dug his grimy fingers into her thighs and spread them further apart for his enjoyment. She forced her eyes closed and sent prayers above for death as she felt his vicious erection against the very inside of her leg and then pressed against her opening.

Then suddenly it was gone along with the restraints around her wrists and ankles. Sounds of snarls, screams, and bones cracking flew through her ears, but the darkness was too powerful for her human eyesight. She knew not of what had joined them in the dark; she cared only to be free of those three wretched men.

Clumsily Elena pulled her pants back up to her hips, ignoring the pain that was inflicted on her entire body, and huddled into a ball against her parent's grave. The screams of the men stopped and she heard nothing for a while until a familiar voice whispered, "Elena?"

Hope flooded her every vein. Is it really true? Was she actually safe? She knew exactly who that voice belonged to. "Damon?" she whimpered through tears barely making a sound against the heavy wind of the night.

He slowly made his way to her and couched down to her height, making efforts not to frighten her. Elena knew right then that his face would always be the most precious thing she would ever see in her entire life.

She noticed blood distastefully smeared and spattered across his body. His face was murderous and not just because of the veins surrounding his eyes; Damon's whole body was tensed, his jaw was locked, but there were tears forming pools in his eyes. Suddenly she flew her arms around his neck as if she was holding on to dear life. Before he could do the same she began to cry so fiercely it was almost as if she was screaming. As she fell apart in his arms he wished so deeply that he would've tortured the sick fucks for days until they begged for him to rip their cold hearts through their chests, but he didn't have that kind of time; Damon had to save his Elena. Their quick bloody death would have to do no matter how much more they deserved.

Gently as he could muster, Damon swept his arm behind Elena's knees and picked her up of the rough earth. "Elena," he whispered softly in her ear. She looked at him trying with all her might she had left to calm herself but that only led to her uncontrollably hyperventilating. His face no longer carried his vampire essence, but instead was clawed with heartbreaking tears down his handsome face. "I'm going to take you home, sweetheart." Elena only had time to signal him one short nod before passing out in her savior's arms.