Elena entered the party dressed in black tights that shaped her slim legs and a deep blue dress with intricate swirls of gold. She looked perfect.
He kept an eye on her as she mingled with her peers, sipping an alcoholic beverage with a broken smile falsely plastered onto her face. Eventually she ducked out onto the balcony, probably for some fresh air or another drink. And then he didn't see her again.
Damon swept the grounds over looking for her deep chocolate locks or mesmerizing eyes but she was no where. He searched the bedrooms and even the attic and basement before he decided to scale the garden and perimeters.
The air was still and deadly silent, that is aside from the distant hum of music; But Damon could smell fear. He let his instincts guide him to her and took off running. Suddenly a noise penetrated Damon's super hearing, it sounded like muffled screaming and struggling. Damon took off once more and stopped in a dead rage at the sight before him.
Elena was laying on her back straight ahead and perpendicular to Damon. Her dress was pushed up to her stomach and her tights pulled down to her lower thighs, blood gushed from her groin and a cloaked figure hovered between her legs before taking off at lightning speed.
Damon rushed to her side and Elena screamed and tried to wiggle away uselessly. Damon placed a soothing hand on her shoulder. "Elena," Damon said more gently than he knew possible, " It's ok, it's Damon, I'm not going to hurt you" Elena opened her eyes and turned her face to his. She was shaking uncontrollably and Damon wasn't sure if it was because of the fear, or her injuries, or both. She let out a helpless whimper when she saw him, a look of defeat and shame crossing her delicate features as she tried to curl into a ball. Damon stopped her from doing so and whispered "Shh Elena, you're ok, can you tell me where you're hurt?'
She was wearing the most delicate white cotton panties which were now dyed red with what Damon assumed was Elena's own blood. She whimpered once more and in a shaking voice stuttered, "H..He.. He b-b-bit me!? Down th-there." Elena glanced down towards her groin. "Ok, Elena I'm going to help you" Damon said honestly, " Is it ok If I look at the bite?" She looked fearful and resistant, slightly shaking her head and letting out another whimper as she tried to use her shaking arms to drag herself away, "N-no! Please dont. Don't t-touch me." Tears began to fall from her horrified eyes as she shook helplessly and Damon couldn't help but feel sympathy, and nausea, anger, and fear for what was done to her.
Damon reached out a hand gesturing for her to relax. "Elena, please." Damon said with concern aching from his gut, "I need to stop the bleeding. I will be gentle and I will stop if you ask me too. And when I've stopped the bleeding I will take you somewhere safe, I promise, I will protect you Elena." Elena looked weaker by the moment and she must have realized this herself as she seemed to give up and shook her head wearily.
(Should I keep going? I plan on turning this into more of a Damon character study next chapter. What do you think?)