Had an idea for another fanfic, I'll still be doing The Coldest Heart though. Trying to write Damon in his more pyschoticness rather than him being all lovely and caring. So hope you enjoy it!

Reviews are most welcome, they help me improve :)

I do not own Vampire Diaries.

Elena bolted upright in bed, torn away from her nightmare. Beads of sweet covered her body, hair sticking awkwardly on her hair. Her breath came in short gasps, her lungs burnt from the lack of oxygen. The simple white tank top she wore stuck tackily to her skin. It felt like a new layer of skin uncomfortably attached to her upper body, hugging her tightly.
Elena could feel her heart thudding in her chest, going so fast she thought she'd soon enough suffer from a heart attack.

Her eyes began adjusting to the darkness in her room. Elena screamed, seeing a figure standing at the edge of her bed. She pushed herself up the bed, her back hitting against the headboard, pulling her legs up.
The figure stepped forwards, perching at the edge of the bed causing the mattress to become unbalanced.

Elena's eyes had adjusted to the darkness now; she could make out the features of the eldest Salvatore brother. The tousled hair, the small smirk playing on his lips.

"You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?"

Damon spoke in a low, husky voice. "I just wanted to see you."

Elena peered over to her bedside table, squinting to see the numbers displayed on the digital alarm clock. She turned back to face him, raising an eyebrow. Any human wouldn't have been able to see it in the dark but Damon was far from human.

"At four o'clock in the morning?"

"Like I said, I wanted to see you."

Elena's eyes narrowed. She was cautious of Damon currently; he'd sunk into a nasty spiral as of late, killing without mercy. Not that Damon had ever allowed his victims to plead mercy.

"There's more to it than that, isn't it? If you wanted to see me, you'd of just observed me in my sleep, been a fly on the wall."

"You're right, there is."

Elena lent back further against the headboard behind her.

"And that is?" She asked cautiously, gulping.

Damon slowly slid up the bed, cocking his head to the side.

"I know you want me, Elena."

Damon yanked at Elena's feet, dragging her legs down the bed. She gasped sharply, her heart beat accelerating. She tried to fight against Damon's hands, to pull her legs back up to her in a defensive ball.

Damon climbed on top of Elena at inhuman speed, pinning her legs together tightly with his thighs. He had her hands pinned down against the bed, making her wince at the sharp pains now shooting up her arms.

"Get off me, Damon!" She demanded at him.

Damon bought his face to Elena's, inches from her lips. Elena's face turned up in disgust as he breathed on her face. She could smell the alcohol in his breath, making her feel sick due to the strength of it.

"You've been drinking, haven't you?" It was asked as a question, even though she knew the answer.

Damon already struck the fear of god into her; she was terrified now that she knew he'd been drinking. He was awful with drink in his system, made reckless decisions, thought nothing of consequences.

"Only because you drive me crazy," he cooed at her.

"Damon, please. Just go home, get sober and we can talk this over in the morning, you're not thinking right."

"Oh but I am Elena, I know what to do. I know what I'm going to do."

Confusion struck her face, trying to understand Damon.

"Damon, please," she said, trying to reason with him.

"Well, seeing as you said please…"

He lent in, kissing her hard. He kissed her with urgency, as if she would disappear into thin air at any moment.
Elena fought against his lips, causing Damon to harden the kiss. He'd mistaken her fighting him, for thinking Elena wanted him, wanted the kiss.

Elena sharply moved her head to the side, gasping for air. She felt like how she had when she'd just woken up, fighting for air.

"Damon, that's not what I meant."

"Elena, can't you see that this game you're playing isn't working? I can see right through it, I know you want me; you want to be with me. You want me in you."

"Ugh, Damon! Get off me and go home, I won't say it again."

"Fine. Play the game. I'll just have to play one of my own," he said, anger laced in his voice.

Within seconds, Damon dragged Elena out of her bed, pulling her over his shoulder. Elena hit against Damon's back, screaming at him to put her down. She was home alone; no one would be able to hear her. It wouldn't do her any use, Damon had strength beyond hers. It would only infuriate him further.

Damon dropped her to the floor viciously, pinning her down again.

"Don't test me, Elena. Be a good girl and play along, or that pretty little necklace of yours disappears," he traced a line with his fingertips lightly across her collarbone, running a trail down to between her breasts where the locket was placed. He held the locket in his hands, his eyes piercing Elena's.

"Now will you be a good girl?"

Elena began to say no, shaking her head. Damon tugged at the locket, not enough to break the chain from around her neck however.

"Elena…"

"I'll be a good girl!" She managed to choke out.

"Good," Damon replied, dragging her up from the floor again. He placed her over his shoulder once again, not trusting that she wouldn't try to run.

"Now we're going to go on a lovely break away, no one to disturb us, just you and me."

So would you like me to continue? :)
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