Awakening in the Dark
My mind slowly came out of the black ness. Fuzzy images started to form before my eyes, getting clearer over time.
"Wha…What's going on?" I slurred. I tried to touch my forehead, to see if it was bleeding, but my arms were tied up behind by back. I then noticed the thick rope that held my back to the chair and the two ropes that held my legs to the chair's legs. I looked around me, seeing only shadows. One shadow was in human form.
"You're awake," a low, deep voice stated. The masculine voice sent a quiver through my body.
"Where am I?" I asked. "What do you want?"
"Where you are, is not important, at the moment," he explained, his voice smooth as silk. "What I want is simple. I want you, Elena, as my own." He walked out of the shadows, revealing himself.
The man I saw was intimidating. He had hair darker than the night sky. It fell into his sparkling sapphire eyes. His nose was straight and fit perfectly with the rest of his face. His lips were a pale pink and held a smirk. His skin was milk white. He was tall, 6'2 maybe, with broad shoulders and muscular arms.
His clothing made him even more intimidating. He wore a black leather jacket over a gloomy black t-shirt. He had a silver and black belt and dark jeans. He also had black boots, which completed his dark appearance.
"Damon?" I asked, looking into his eyes. "Why? Why are you doing this?" His smile widened into a mischievous smile.
"I'm tired of this game we play," he said, stepping towards me, until his face was an inch from mine, and could feel the cool rush of his breath. "I'm tired of waiting for you to finally realize that you were meant to be with me." My heartbeat was as fast as a hummingbird's wings. He chuckled, evilly, at the sound of it.
"I love the sound of your heart beating faster," he murmured. "The sound is almost intoxicating." The way he said intoxicating set a shivering affect off in my body.
Damon observed my face, in a way that made me want to cover it.
"The color of your eyes," he said, quietly, "is a beautiful color; a chocolate brown. Very few people have the pleasure of having that shade of brown eyes. He leaned in, while my eyes fluttered close. I felt his lips brush my neck, placing soft kisses on my neck.
The moment his lips touched my skin, a fire started in my body that sent shockwaves through every part of my very vessel. I loved it.
"Stop," I said, in a whisper. Though I said it, I wanted the exact opposite.
"You know you don't want that," he chortled. His lips were on mine.
"I don't like kissing women without their permission," he whispered with a caress n his tone, "So I ask if I may kiss you."
Every bone in my body screamed in desire, yearned for his tough, and ached for his kiss. I've never, in my entire life, felt such a deep desire with anyone. Not even Stefan.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice weakened in desire, my tone yearning. His eyes held victory.
Damon's lips met mine, and time stopped. I felt I was floating, like I was weightless. The only thing that kept me grounded was his lips.