Your Betrayal

By: Beccatdemon13

©2011

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except for those you don't recognize. Please don't sue. You'd only be getting a hell of a lot of textbooks. What? Don't look at me like that College isn't a paying gig you know. But god I wish it was. Beccatdemon13 now will go off to fantasize about the lack of tuition payments that being paid would bring. Oh, right, the story! On we go…

Synopsis: She was his best-kept secret and his biggest mistake. Little did Damon know that his past doesn't always stay where it belongs.

Author's Note: Character concepts are posted on my profile. And I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that this will be seriously AU.

Chapter One: Ashes of my Demise

Williamsburg, Virginia 1905

"Ginevra!" The scream was inhuman, distorted with rage; would have the ability to chill anyone to the bone and would've stopped someone in their tracks.

Fortunately, I didn't stop if anything I ran into the forest as fast as I could darting between trees, hoping that the darkness would cloak me somehow. It was a useless hope, though, one couldn't hide from a vampire. Their senses were ten times sharper than those of a mere mortal.

"Run all you want, sweet heart," A sinister voice laughed. "You know I'll catch you. I always do."

"Please," I whimpered. "Please, just let me die."

I ran as fast as I could, faster even. The effort I was using to run was breaking me. My entire body shook, my legs ached, and my lungs burned. But, I couldn't stop. Not that me running was making any difference. I was fully aware that the only reason why I was running was because he wanted me to. Damon Salvatore always liked playing with his food.

Tree branches scratched at my face and the bare skin on my arms, my feet were caked with mud and were probably bleeding as well, I had lost feeling in them a long time ago. Being covered in blood was the last thing one wanted to be, when you were trying to evade a hungry, angry vampire.

Slamming into a warm, rock-hard chest was the last thing I expected. I stumbled backwards trying to evade the sinister being in front of me but it was no use. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into his chest, his sleek, muscular arms locking me in place, ensuring that I could not escape.

"I don't know why you always insist on screaming," Damon tsked. "You know that no one can hear you. No one cares, little girl. But, if you really want continue with this display, I can think of a few ways to really make you howl."

My body quaked like an animal caught in a predator's sights, which was really what I was. Though, I've seen mountain lions more compassionate then my captor. Even with his fangs out in the open, he was gorgeous. Ice blue eyes, shaggy brownish black hair. A lean, muscular figure, and the height to make anyone feel like the smallest person in the world.

I was normally quiet around Damon, which was why I wasn't surprised when he reared his head back, fangs descending from his gums as his eyes changed into a frightening black and red, with the small veins around the eyes bulging out. I had seen the sight many times in the past few months but it was always startling. He wrapped one of his hands in my long auburn locks as he bit down on my neck.

It was a peculiar feeling of having your blood drained at a rapid pace. It didn't hurt, at least not as much as one would think. If anything it was somewhat nice. Damon leaned back with a gasp, pausing only to cut his own wrist before he forced the wound over my mouth. I squirmed and kicked but could do nothing as the vampire blood pooled into my mouth. Once, I had spat the blood back in his face but I realized that one simply did not antagonize Damon Salvatore, at least not without serious repercussions.

"There's a good girl," Damon praised stepping back to stare at me coldly. "Vervain in my bourbon. You're getting resourceful, Ginny."

"I learn from the best," I snarled.

"Careful, Ginevra," Damon cautioned. "I'm not in the mood for your attitude tonight."

I chose not to say a word instead allowing him to grip my arm as he rushed us back to the mansion we were staying at, well away from anyone else. Although, putting something that was poisonous to vampires in his drink wasn't the only trick up my sleeve. As I walked to the kitchen I pulled out the liquid I had made that was mostly crushed vervain plant and water, drinking it quickly. When Damon went to bite me again, he'd get a nasty surprise.

I was just coming out of the kitchen when Damon intercepted me and pinned me against the wall.

"I just want to go to sleep, Damon," I whispered.

"Yeah, it's been a big day for you," Damon rolled his eyes. "Poisoning my alcohol, and running around in the woods. What have I told you about that, by the way?"

"That there are things worse than you in those woods," I recited.

"Exactly," Damon mumbled. "You have to think things through, Gin."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Ginny?" Damon asked.

"Yeah?" I winced. The tone of his voice didn't seem quite so teasing anymore.

"I know you drank some vervain," Damon smirked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied.

"I'm sure you don't," Damon scoffed. "But you do know that if you ever do escape, I will go after you. I have all the time in the world to look for you."

"I hate you," I hissed.

"No, you don't," Damon smirked. "And that just bothers you more."

I glared up at him, genuinely defiant and angry. He was wrong, I did hate him, but not as much as I should've. Damon and my paths had crossed when he murdered my entire family in cold blood. I had come in from mucking the stables when I saw the grisly carnage. Before I could even begin to grieve, I saw the fangs, the blood covering his entire body. His eyes were menacing, dark red with dark black veins; that seemed to be pulsating. I had never seen anything like it and I never wanted to again.

I thought he had killed me. Honestly, I did. I had never experienced even half of the pain he was inflicting, made worse because he enjoyed it. He loved my screams and when I finally fainted, I thought that luck was finally in my favor. But, I woke up in unfamiliar surroundings hours later. Damon had told me that he liked my feistiness and that I was the most amusing human to play with.

Those words sealed my fate, I was imprisoned in this huge house of his. I realized quickly that he liked letting me run, enjoyed watching me try to figure my way out of this situation. He was always one step ahead of me, though.

"Vervain in your water, Ginny?" Damon smiled widely, baring his fangs. "I can smell it on you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I stated.

"Of course, you don't," Damon agreed, seizing my arm in iron grip as he lead me through the house, tossing me into a room I had never seen before and locking the door. I spun in a circle and I couldn't see much. The room had no windows and no candles. Maybe I had finally pushed him to far. Maybe he'd kill me. I'd been hoping for death for years.

Two Days Later

"Please, Damon, please," I pleaded. "Don't!"

"Why do struggle when you know that whatever I want to happen will?" Damon questioned.

My back was to his chest as he held me tightly against him. I had fallen asleep in that room and he had snuck in. By the time I realized that he was in the room it was too late. I thrashed uselessly in his arms, kicking at his shins.

"Feisty," Damon grinned. "Now be a good girl and drink up."

"No!" I screamed.

His grip became even more unyielding, which was surprising because now he only held me in one arm, the other was in front of my face. There was blood welling up from a cut on his wrist. Damon forced the cut wrist into my mouth and I gagged on the warm taste of blood. Trying to spit it out but I couldn't. The need to breath won out and I swallowed the blood, feeling disgusted.

"I know you probably don't know this but vervain only takes two days to leave the system," Damon explained, lowly. "So, while I was very bored waiting around for you, I managed to think of some very interesting things that could happen."

In the rare instance that Damon was in a good mood he explained that there was only one way to turn someone into a vampire. The person had to ingest vampire blood, die and then drain a human. I prayed and I hoped that wasn't what Damon was doing.

"See you on the other side, Gin," Damon whispered. His cheek resting on mine, kissing the side of my face before I felt his hands on either side of my head.

I didn't even have time to anticipate before he wrenched my head brutally to the side. The crack of my broken filled the room.