When I'm Beheaded, At Least I was Wedded

From the song "Marry Me" by Emilie Autumn

Pairing: Damon/Elena

Rating: M – For Dark Themes, Language, Dub-Con Lemons/Abuse, Drug/Alcohol References and Violence

Disclaimer: I hope L.J. Smith or the CW doesn't pull an "Anne Rice" because I LOVE writing FanFiction about it! I don't own it, if I did, Ian Somerhalder would probably NEVER have clothes on! :D

you laugh like I'm kidding…

Summary: Damon Salvatore is a wealthy, powerful but abusive Vampire. Elena is a poor girl raised in a 20th century Asylum. When she is sent off to marry him, she obeys, knowing who Damon is. Can she stand up to this Monster, or will she be forced to be a submissive little pet?

This isn't going to all be Historically Accurate. -_-

A/N: I recently got Emilie Autumn's CD "Opheliac" and I have fallen completely in LOVE with it. It has been giving me TONS of story ideas, this one especially, but I haven't really figured out anything that interesting with it, so I just thought: Why not do a Damon and Elena story? It's quite dark, so beware. Lol

IGNORE THE "UGLY" COMMENTS ABOUT THE MAN IN THE SONG!

Puh-lease. We all know that "Ugly" and "Ian Somerhalder" NEVER go in the same thought bubble! xD


Song Lyrics: (Phrases in Bold are most important to the story.)

Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded
And when I am buried at least I was married
I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior

But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I'm lucky to share his bed
Especially since I'll soon be dead

Marry me, he said, god, he's ugly, but fortune is ours
Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
So that I can pretend that I'm menstru...well, unavailable
My life is arranged but this union's deranged
So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose
And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again

Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I'm lucky to share his bed
Especially since I'll soon be dead

When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow
Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
Or at least until husband finds someone younger
Yes, fertilization is part of my station
I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers
But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's!

But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I'm lucky to share his bed
Especially since I'll soon be dead
What beautiful things I'll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I'm lucky to share his bed
So why do I wish I was...


Prologue:

"It is only when we no longer compulsively need someone that we can have a real relationship with them." ~ Anthony Storr