You've got the Love
Damon POV
Pain, pain was the only emotion I could feel at the moment. I didn't know why, or how, all I knew was pain. The foul stench of blood filled my nostrils, and I grimaced at the awful smell. I tried to move, but a set of metal chains bounded my arms to an old wooden chair. Struggling against the restraint I let out an exasperated grunt signaling my defeat. Taking in my appearance I noticed a pool of blood trickling down to the base of the chair like the drip drop of a leaky faucet. There where bullet holes lining every inch of my charcoal black Armani shirt, and the remnants of a burn that only vervain could do trailed down my forearms. Beads of sweat started to gather on my forehead as I started to panic. I needed to get out of here. I couldn't quite remember how I got in this position or who was behind this. All I came up with was a blank. I tugged as hard as I could against the chains, but even my enhanced strength wasn't enough to break the bindings. Taking in my surroundings for the first time, I noticed that I seemed to be in an old hotel from the 1930's. I could tell by the musty smell and the dusty chandelier that hung from the ceiling. The smell of the hotel reminded me of the times I had in the thirties. The jazz, the liquor, the women willingly opening their veins to a charismatic stranger. The things the women would do to have some fun in the thirties. The gigantic room had a wraparound balcony the hung over my head and went all the way around the room. The only furniture inside the whole room was an old vintage sofa, and the chair I was sitting in. Graffiti cluttered the walls, and trash littered the carpets from intruders lurking the grounds at night searching for trouble. The roof of the hotel was one magnificent piece of artwork all by itself that looked like the Sistine Chapel. Gazing more closely at the painting I could see a band of holy angels with their halos of glory righteously sitting at the right hand of the lord. They seemed to cascade their powerful aura's all over the gigantic room. A gust of wind blew in through the shattered windows making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Suddenly I could hear the sound of glass crunching beneath someone's feet. Someone was coming for me. The deafening sound grew louder and louder in my ears and time seemed to slow down.
"Damon Salvatore" a malicious voice echoed throughout the vacant room. Electrifying chills ran up and down my body telling me to move. I looked up to see who my attacker was. I could barely see his face through the pitch black room. The only light was the illuminating glow of the moon through the slats in the wooden boards on the windows. He stepped further into the room, so I could get a better look at him. He was maybe in his early thirties; with a five o clock shadow lining his jaw bone. You could see his muscular biceps through his tight shirt, and a bulging ring on his middle finger on his right hand. He had a tight smirk on his face as if he was sizing me up. His eyes blazed with determination, and malice. How did this man know who I was? What did he want from me?
"Who are you?" I spit out just as proud as he had.
"That is a very relevant question Damon, but how bout we discuss a few other things first. I bet you would like to know why you are here. What I would want with you. But before I start lets lay down the rules first." The man started pacing around my chair with his hands behind his back. "I will ask a question and you will answer, as simple as that" He explained "If you fail to answer or refuse I will refer to other options." He gave me a triumphant smirk, but I wasn't convinced.
"Why should I do anything you say?" I was being stubborn, but I wasn't going down without a fight.
"Well let's see..." He looked up at the ceiling as if he was thinking. "I know more about you than you think I do." He was bluffing, I knew he was.
"You're bluffing." I plainly stated. His back was to me so I couldn't see his face. Suddenly he turned around with an evil smile upon his lips.
"Is that so? Damon Liam Salvatore." The smirk faded from my face, and a face of astonishment replaced it. How did he know my middle name? Nobody knew my middle name except for Stefan.
"Where to start, where to start" the man continued. "Well you were born in 1841 to Elizabeth and Giuseppe Salvatore. You were the golden boy, until Stefan came along. Giuseppe always favored Stefan over you. You decided to join the Confederate Army and when you came back Katherine Pierce sauntered in. She tangled you and Stefan both in her web of lies and turned you both into vampires. You fell in love with her. And a bunch of other tragic things happened, but the thing that perplexes me the most is, Elena. My head shot up at her name. What did he know about her? He better not lay a hand on her. If he even touched her I couldn't even fathom what I would do. My eyes went wide in panic.
"You see I don't quite understand your relationship with her. You see as I understand you are a ruthless vampire that doesn't feel. How can you feel anything for her? Or are you just using her for your enjoyment?" I could feel the anger rising in my chest like a volcano about to erupt. He doesn't know anything about Elena or our relationship. He had no right to judge me or her. He eyed me suspiciously. He wanted to get a reaction out of me, but I wasn't about to give him that satisfaction. He had a confident smirk plastered on his face when he knew had won.
"I know more about you than you would like to think, and I could easily kill you with the snap of my fingers." He warned me with a devious gleam in his eyes, taunting me." My name is Vaughn, and I am a vampire hunter. My job is to rid the population of your kind, and I will stop at nothing to eliminate the entire vampire race." He stared at me, challenging me. "Let's get down to the questions shall we?" I dreaded what he was about to ask me. I still didn't know what he wanted from me, but I somehow wondered if it had anything to do with the cure. That was all anything was about these days. The man crouched down to my level.
"What do you know about the cure?" he asked. I knew this had to do about the cure. I sighed. I wasn't about to let this guy know what I knew about the cure. I wanted to get this cure for Elena. Scratch that, I needed to get that cure for Elena. She never wanted to be a vampire, and now we have the chance to undo that. Nothing was going to get in my way of getting that cure for her. I would do anything for her, and I will stop at nothing to make her happy again "I won't tell you anything." I said finally after a few minutes. I knew if I didn't tell him about the cure that he would kill me without remorse, but I could think of a better way to die. Protecting the Woman I love so that one day is happy again. Vaughn let out an annoyed sigh and walked up to me and looked me right in the eyes.
"I said, tell me what you know about the cure." He yelled sternly. I looked away from his eyes that seemed to want to light me on fire.
"Ok, if that's how you want it." Vaughn stated
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, acting like I wasn't scared. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears like the sound of a thousand gun shots going off.
"I told you I would resort to other methods if you didn't play by my rules." He threatened me with an evil glint in his eyes. "And I know just how to motivate you." I was scared to hear what he was about to say, and I didn't really want to know what it was. Time seemed to stop as I waited to hear what my punishment was. Then the one little word I was afraid of hearing was heard, and my hope came crashing down like waves pounding the shore of the ocean.
"Elena"
Hope you liked it, this was just an idea I had bouncing around in my head. More chapters to come! Reviews make my day!