Blood contract

Elena awakens a dangerous vampire who has been trapped and sealed in an old house and discovers that she had somehow created a blood contract between them, making him her vampire servant. But even then, Elena has trouble controlling Damon who isn't all too please about being bounded to a human as he has an agenda of his own to fulfill. Damon/Elena
Alternate Universe.

Story does not follow the sequence of events in TVD and many facts have been altered. In summary, this is an AU setting.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Vampire Diaries.

Ironically enough, this chapter is aptly titled: The awakening

It had been almost a year since Elena's parents had died in what many people had come to call, a freak accident. While time may have partially healed the initial hurt and pain that she had felt, there was no question at all, that deep within the recesses of her mind, she wished that they were still alive and with her.

Driving her car up along the gravel, Elena was able to catch a full view of the house that loomed ahead.

Earlier that day, she had chanced upon an old diary which had previously belonged to her father in the basement. It had been hidden inside a rusty old safe which Elena had opened simply because she had been instructed by the Lockwoods to retrieve a few items for the annual heritage exhibition. Given that her father had been a descendent of the town's very own forefathers, it only made sense that such memorabilia could have been kept by her father after receiving them from his own father.

Elena remembered reading through the diary, the contents mainly discussing her father's own personal life, and then she had turned a page, only to discover an entry, detailing the existence of an old house that her father himself had discovered during the course of tracing his very own ancestral linage. Elena's father had always been an avid historian, and journaling the intricate details of the long history of the Gilberts here in mystic falls were just one of his many hobbies. It just felt strange to Elena that her father had never mentioned this before.

The address scribbled across the page indicated that it was an old house, a little out of town, but nonetheless still within the boundaries of Mystic Falls.

And then there was something else, wedged between the pages.

It was small, around the size of her palm, and it resembled something like a pentagon shaped talisman, only it was pretty flat with an added weight.

Nothing had been written with regards to the talisman and Elena was unable to decipher the tiny little markings engraved across the item.

That pretty much explained why Elena was now here. She was looking for answers. Had her parents been here before? Was there something here that her father had perhaps kept, waiting for her to find? Only time can tell.

Getting out of the car, Elena inspected the house, noting that it looked as if it had come straight out of a horror movie. Of course in those shows, nothing good ever happens to the protagonist and as the audience, you always wonder why they would want to go into a house which screamed murder into your sixth sense. But curiosity itself was also an instinct which Elena had always kept close to her heart, and right now, she was intrigued by the house more than anything else.

Walking up the stairs, Elena tried the door.

It opened, swinging soundlessly into the darkened corridor.

For a house that looked seemingly abandoned, Elena had half expected to see cobwebs and dirty grimy walls. Instead, the walls were oddly clean, albeit in need of a good paint job, and there was a strange lack of dust within the very house. Despite the eerie emptiness of the place, the house did not have an abandoned feel. It was almost as if the occupant had simply decided to take a few days vacation, leaving the house in thus state, and nothing more. It just didn't make sense to Elena, for her father had indicated somewhere in his entry that the house had been empty for decades.

Wondering along, Elena noted the messy state of the kitchen before she turned her attention to the stairs as she gingerly ascended up the steps. The entire place did not give her a good vibe, but so far, she had seen nothing that could have given her a clue as to what the house had in connection to her father, and it only spurred Elena to push on in her avid quest to satisfy her curiosity.

And then she stopped.

Atop the stairs close to the banister wall, Elena spied a lone figure leaning against the narrow corridor walls, blending in perfectly against the darkened shadows.

It may be dark, but Elena could tell that it was a man. Almost immediately she realized that she might actually be intruding into someone else's home. How was she going to explain that the reason she had not knocked nor announce her arrival at the door was simply because she had automatically assumed that the house was abandoned?

But then again, was this man the true owner of the house? Should the house have been abandoned, then it would be relatively easy for someone to come in and make the place his home. Perhaps he could tell her more about the house itself.

Looking closer, Elena noticed that something was slightly wrong. The figure was too still, and the house, too quiet. What's wrong?

Elena had somehow managed to inch herself closer to the prone figure and the closer she got, the more convinced she was that this man was not even breathing. She could not see the rise and fall of his chest, and for a very strange reason, her heart could not stop beating faster as she slowly approached the stranger.

With shaky hands, Elena reached out as she gently pressed two of her fingers against the side of his neck and she held her breath as she waited for a pulse.

And at that very moment, a few things happened.

The air around seemed to have suddenly changed, followed by the silent creaking of her surroundings as she caught sight of a tiny crack, spiraling quickly into a huge spider-like fissure along the entire wall. And then eyes the colour of the most beautiful shade of azure met hers, catching Elena entirely off her guard.

In a split second, the stranger was suddenly on top of her, his weight crushing her down against the floorboard, his face now inches away from hers.

There were only two words she could think of that described his face – breathtakingly gorgeous. The hair seemed perfectly mussed, and the skin upon his features was flawlessly smooth. But it was the sheer magnitude of his piercing blue gaze that took absolute control of her attention. It was like a void, sucking her in and there was an eerie beauty behind the way the pupils seem to dilate in response to her own stare, almost as if they were calling out to her, like a silent command.

And then it was all gone as quickly as it had happened as Elena noticed the way his eyes were now changing as angry dark veins slowly began to cloud the smooth skin surrounding his eyes.

A deep growl alerted Elena to the feral beast that was once a gorgeous man, who now had her pinned strongly against the floorboards, and Elena's fascination was quickly turning to fear as she noticed the sharp fangs behind those parted lips. He cocked his head to the side, almost as if he was feeding off her fear and studying her reaction before he slowly lowered his head to her neck.

NO!

As if someone had heard the silent rejection within her head, the man who Elena now presumed to be not human, was suddenly pushed somehow by an invisible force off her.

Scrambling quickly onto her feet, Elena could hardly dare to breathe as she ran blindly down the stairs, screaming loudly as the man was suddenly in front of her, grabbing her once again by her two arms as he lunged once again for her neck.

'Get away from me!' Elena screamed this time.

He released her once again, and Elena could see a wave of pain overcoming her crazy captor. It was as if something unexplainable was happening to stop him from attacking her, but Elena had no time to check if she was right. She had to get out of the house, and as far as possible away from him.

Running as fast as she could through the thicket of trees and shrubs, Elena could hardly see where she was going. The forest seemed to be spinning and Elena felt as if she was going to pass out. All of a sudden, her foot slipped over the mossy grounds, and Elena screamed as she found herself spiraling down the slippery forest slopes leading to a steep drop. Instinctively, she reached out, grabbing everything her hands could along the cold forest floor with little success as the trees echoed her screams.

And then strong hands grabbed her roughly by her wrists, pulling her up to meet the blue eyes of the person who was now her savior.

With her feet now on solid ground, Elena couldn't stop trembling.

The forest was cold, but even colder were those azure blue eyes that never felt her gaze.

'Why did you save me?'

He was staring at her, almost as if he was trying to figure her out.

'You don't know?'

His voice was alarming hypnotic, but Elena couldn't help but note the tinge of sarcasm embedded between those words.

'Who are you and why did you try to kill me but then save me?'

Striding cockily over to her, he crouched down, a knee on the ground and his arms straddling either side of her body, his face now inches away from hers. 'My name is Damon, and you released me. So now I am your vampire servant.'

A/n: Reviews would be appreciated. Pardon any grammatical and spelling error as editing is not my forte.