Click, click, click, click, click, click. I couldn't stop clicking my pen. I was in English class and I was really bored. Our teacher wouldn't stop talking about what the difference between a noun and a proper noun was. Did she really think we are that stupid? I had been in school for almost three hours now, and I was already starting to fall asleep on my binder.

Silently, I get out of my desk and make my way to the bathroom. I didn't really have to go, but anything was better than to listen to this lady ramble about nouns.

I couldn't happen but to notice how quiet the hall was. There was no sound coming from any of the classrooms and there was not a person in sight. That was pretty weird considering how many people skip class and hang around in the hallways. The only sound I could hear was my heel boots echoing down the hall.

When I arrive to the bathroom, I start to fiddle around with my hair and makeup. I had to make sure no strand of hair was out of place, and that there were no smudges of eyeliner or mascara under my eyes. When everything was in place, I start to wash my hands in the sink. Anything to pass the time. I sure as hell didn't want to go back to my English classroom.

Once I finish drying my hands, I turn around and let out a loud gasp as I bump into someone. It takes me a second to realize the person was a man. It was Damon. His slick black hair was darker and messier than usual. He was wearing a dark navy blue t-shirt with dark jeans. He had dark circles under his eyes. It looked as if he had been drinking.

"Damon, what are you doing in the girl's washroom?" I ask while giving his a confused stare. Why was he even in the school at all? I watch as he just tilts his head to the side. His eyes were scanning my body; it sent a chill down my spine. Something seemed … off about him.

"Damon, are you okay?" I ask. He says nothing, but continues to stare. What was wrong with him?

"Come with me," he says while extending a hand. I just give him a dull stare.

"Excuse me?" I say. What was he doing? Was he drunk? He must be, I decided. I watch as he lets out a sigh.

"I said 'Come with me'," he repeats, sounding annoyed.

"I've got to go back to class," I mumble while brushing past him. I stop as he grabs my arm, keeping me from moving any further.

"It not an option," he snarls at me. Now he was starting to frighten me. I couldn't seem to look away from his eyes. Those beautiful, ice cold blue eyes. It was almost as if he were compelling me. But I knew he couldn't because I was wearing my vervain necklace.

"I think that you should go back home and rest," I say while trying to slide my arm out of his hold. He just tightens his grip. I could swear my heart was going a thousand beats per minute. I don't think I've ever have been this scared of Damon before. Where was everybody? I was praying for someone to walk into the bathroom, yet no one did.

"Let go of me," I warn while lifting my chin up a tad. I wasn't going to let him know I was afraid. A shiver runs through my body as he lets out a loud sigh.

"Don't make me do this the hard way," he threatens while glaring at me. I felt as if my legs were going to give away at any moment. But to my surprise, they stayed grounded.

"Damon, don't do this," I now start to plead. Why wasn't anyone walking into the bathroom? Where was Stefan?

"Hard way it is," he mumbles silently. Before I could make a sound, he was already dragging me out into the hall. I try to fight against him, but it didn't help anything.

"Stop, please!" I beg while trying to kick, hit, and fight as much as I could. He didn't even acknowledge my struggling. I let out a cry of relief when I see a teacher walking down the hall.

"HELP!" I screamed out to him. Not that he could do any good, but it would distract time. The teacher didn't even take look at me. He just kept walking right past us.

"Help," I squeak out again. It was almost as if I were invisible. There was another small group of teens hanging around some lockers.

"Please help me!" I call out to them. They didn't even glance my way.

"I wouldn't waste your breath. I've already compelled everyone in the school not to help you," Damon growls while walking faster. I let out an angry cry as I try to scratch and claw at his hands. It was no use.

"Let go of me," I growl while continuing to fight against him. I let out a cry as we were now out of the school and in the parking lot. My eyes grow wide as I see Damon leading me towards his black Ferrari.

"I'm not getting into your car," I scream. Without thinking, I bite into Damon's hand. He just chuckles.

"You are so stubborn aren't you?" he questions while stopping in his tracks. I gasp as he turns around, now facing me. His eye go down and rest on my necklace. I don't say or do anything as he rips it off. I didn't realize what was going to happen next, until it happened.

"You are going to get into that car, and you will not leave it until I grant you permission. Do you understand?" he asks, his eyes narrowing down on mine. I couldn't look away, and I couldn't control what I was about to do next.

"I understand," I answer. When Damon releases my arm, I walk to his Ferrari and let myself in to the passenger seat. Why couldn't I control my actions? I wanted to leave, but I found my body wouldn't respond. I watch as Damon takes a seat in the driver's spot. I sit there while Damon makes his way onto the road.

"Please let me go," I plead. If I couldn't move, then I may as well try to talk him out of this. Damon just lets out a growl.

"Do you know how many times you've said that?" Damon grumbles. I had to distract him.

"This isn't fair. You didn't even give me a chance to defend myself," I point out. I wasn't really scared at this moment. I was more mad then anything. He just chuckles.

"Let me get this straight, you want me to give you a chance to defend yourself?" he asks while raising an eyebrow. He was clearly amused. I just nod my head. I let out a gasp as the car comes halting to a stop. I look behind me to see no cars were behind us.

"Let's play a game," Damon offers, now staring at me. My eyes grow wide. I was about to protest, but decided to see what he had in mind.

"What kind of game?" I ask cautiously. He just grins.

"The rules are simple. If I catch you, and bring you back to the boarding house by midnight, you will be mine forever," He says, with the grin still on his face.

"And let's say if you don't catch me by midnight?" I ask while raising an eyebrow.

"Then you will never see me again," he says while shrugging. It takes a moment for all this information to sink into my head. I didn't really want to play this game, but if I didn't, he would just take me anyways. I had to try.

"Alright then, but I'm going to add a few rules," I say now tilting my head upwards a bit. He just tilts his head to the side.

"I want a two hour head start," I say, my voice suddenly goes low.

"Half hour".

"Hour and a half".

"One hour".

"Done".

"And you can't use your compulsion," I say. It takes Damon a moment before he nods his head. "You promise that you will play by the rules?" I ask.

"Yes," Damon answers. I just tilt my head to the side.

"Give me your word".

"I give you my word," Damon sighs while turning to the wheel. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding in.

"Now give me your word," Damon says. It takes me a couple seconds before giving him my word. "You're free to leave the car," Damon says, freeing me of my compulsion. Without hesitation, I scramble my way out of the car. I hold my breath as Damon rolls down the window.

"Remember, you've got one hour. Clock starts ticking now," he reminds me before speeding off. Once his car is out of sight, I take a second to rethink what just happened.

Maybe I could win this. Maybe, just maybe, I could get through this game.

If only I knew how messy things were going to get.

IM BACK! And I've decided not to write a fluffy Delena story, but try something new. Now this story could totally suck balls and end up in flames. If you think I should continue this then please do review! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and if it's a hit, I can garente you that there will be another chapter. If you have any ideas or thoughts that you want to happen in this story, then do tell me. I may be able to squeeze them in :D ( oh btw Stefan isn't with Klaus, this is more based in the first season and Damon is messed up and is tired of his brother getting the girl. And he will do anything to make her his). Love you and hope this was good :D