New idea! I read Giving In by DelenaRain (beautiful story, may I add), and it was fun. So a brilliant idea popped into my oversized brain and it's a slave story (kinda dark). Since this is the first chapter, I'm keeping it like a prologue. Hope ya like it! BTW, in this story, there's no Jeremy.
Chapter 1
"Elena? You home?" My dad yelled from downstairs. He was home from work way too early, and I guess it was for family night.
"Where do you think I ever go?" I shouted back, continuing my calculus.
How do I begin to describe myself? Well, my name is Elena Gilbert, age 20, and at the time this story happened, I was sixteen years old, with a boyfriend named Matt and two best friends, Bonnie and Caroline, who I'd known since we were in the first grade.
"Come on down! We've got a surprise for you!" Then there was the sound of my mom, so I decided to go downstairs and check it out. Slamming my calculus book closed, I hurried downstairs and presented myself before my parents. There was a red garment box in my dad's hands, and it seemed like something special.
"What's this?" I asked. My dad glanced at my mom for permission, and she nodded for him to give me the box. He held it forward with a smile on his face, and I deliberately took it from him.
"We wanted to give you something special." Mom said, "Go on, open it!"
I slowly lifted the lid of the box, and inside there was a sleeveless red dress, going up to my mid-thigh.
"Oh, god, thank you, guys! It's amazing!" My surprise was going over the top. My parents never allowed me to wear something so showy, and now this? What a change!
"It's an early birthday present. I'm sure he'll like it on you." His face went from a smile to a frown. Surprise suddenly turned to confusion, and I narrowed my eyes into tiny slits.
"Who? Matt?"
"Elena, we're going to have to take you to Damon Salvatore… for a… deal." My mother struggled to get the words out of her mouth.
"Elena, we needed some money, and-"
"And what? Who is this Damon Salvatore? Did you borrow money from him?"
"It's really hard to do this, but Elena, we have no choice, we're going to sell you to someone. Him, the one we were talking about." I melted, and my eyes filled with tears, vision going blurry.
"How could you? I can't just leave! I have school, and a boyfriend, and friends that depend on me! I will not go anywhere. Ever." I gritted my teeth and turned around, ever so slowly.
"He'll be here at seven, and you should know one more thing- he's a vampire."
This was crazy. Vampires weren't real, and my parents couldn't SELL me. I wasn't an object, I was a person. And it was considered illegal. I wouldn't go with this psycho vampire guy even to the limit where he had to drag me out. Or I would run away.
"Dad, please… Don't ruin my life like this. I beg you!" I fell to my knees, holding my head in my hands.
"There's nothing we can do about it, Elena. We'd taken money from him blindly, and the contract that we signed required you to be given to him when you were sixteen. Now, you're already sixteen, but we managed to keep you home for a few months." Mom crouched beside me and began rubbing my back.
Ding, dong!
The doorbell rang, and I frantically looked at the clock. It was only 5 o'clock!
"Looks like he decided to come early." Dad whispered. I shot up and started running up the stairs. I wouldn't leave. So I ran into my room and locked the door, trying to find somewhere to hide.
"Elena, it isn't him! Come here, we have time!" I sighed, and walked downstairs, relieved. But as I reached the bottom, I saw him. I'd been tricked.
I had to admit, he looked like a movie star, with his baby blue eyes, raven black hair, and muscular figure. But this angel of a man was a demon, with no good in him. He smirked.
"Hello, Elena. I've been waiting to meet you." As he spoke, I took small footsteps backwards, hoping I could reach the stairs and run. Apparently, my dad noticed, and just as he did, I sprinted towards the stairs. Dad caught me around the waist, and I screamed, tears running down my face.
"No, no, I don't want to go, please! Don't do this! Please, dad, just let me go, please!" I sobbed, and began squirming around to release his grasp.
"Miranda, Grayson, let me handle this." Damon suggested. His arms replaced my dad's, and I began screaming even louder at the uncomfortable feeling. "Elena, you have no choice but to come with me now. Be a good girl, please?" His voice was extremely soft, and I wondered if he was going to act like this after I went. No, he wouldn't get a chance, because I wasn't backing down from my fight.
"I won't! Now let-me-go!"
"That's it, Elena. I'm not going to put up with this. Come with me silently, or watch your parents die." I immediately stopped struggling at his threat, and he took my arm and began pulling me upstairs. His grip was unmistakably strong, and I knew it would be leaving a bruise. In all this, my parents were soberly watching us from downstairs, and I felt betrayed. Oh, I never should've gone down…
"Where's your room, sweetheart?" He seductively purred in my ear. I pointed in the direction, and he tugged me along, pushing me in once we were at the door.
"Pick up some dresses and simple clothes, and that's all you're obligated to take." Opening my closet, I took some t-shirts, pairs of jeans, and when I got to the dresses, I picked up my most modest one, placing it on the bed gently as the tears endlessly rolled down my cheeks.
"Not that one. Something else." Well, other than that, I had some knee length dresses with spaghetti straps, so I had no other option but to choose those.
"Lovely choice. Now get downstairs." He said harshly, and I thought, Whatever it takes, I will not go with him.
When we got downstairs, my parents were sitting on the couch looking overly stressed out. To me, they were still my parents but I'd lost a huge part of my trust for them by then.
"Thank you for agreeing to this deal. We're really grateful." Dad shook hands with Damon, and I internally screamed. They were happy with the deal. It hurt like hell to know that my parents would let me go so easily.
"Bye, dear…" My parents said in unison.
"I hate you." I snarled back, and they closed their eyes guiltily. How dare they do this to me? The new dress they'd gotten me was still laid across the couch, forgotten.
"Pick up that one, too." I heard him order, and bit my lip. I couldn't give away my modesty, especially not in front of him. As much as I hated it, I was supposed to listen to him, and I lifted the dress off of the couch.
"Stop crying and come with me." He demanded. I opened the front door, and we both walked to the car. It was a 1980's Camaro, still pretty good-looking. He opened the door for me to get in, and as soon as I was in, he locked the door from outside. "I'll be back in a minute."
Inside the house…
"Grayson." Damon walked through the door firmly, and Grayson stood up.
"What's wrong?"
"Go get your wife." He stated. Miranda came out from the kitchen. "You really deserve this, Grayson." Damon snapped Miranda's neck, and in a second, she was on the floor.
"Why are you doing this? I gave you my daughter!"
"Grayson, let's just say I lie a lot, and those 5 million dollars that I gave you… Well, your daughter isn't enough, so I'm taking all the money." He smirked and then with a swift movement of his hands, Grayson too was dead. After murdering the Gilberts, he poured some oil around and set fire to the living room, making sure it was spreading, and then he closed the door to the house, walking back to the car.
At the same time, but in the car…
I banged on the windows, shouting for help. So far, no one had come to rescue me, and I knew I was hopeless. I saw Damon striding back, and stopped, not knowing what he would do if I was too arrogant. The way he walked, it was as if he was proud of something, and there was a cocky touch to it, which I hated in any person.
"Let's go, m'lady. Sitting in this car is the last respect you're getting from me. Once we get to the mansion, you're no more than a servant, a slave. I hope you know how to sweep floors and do laundry?" He was talking like he was someone important, and I spat on his face. He growled in anger.
"Listen. You've just crossed the line, and if I have any more problems related to you, then you will get punished severely." He sneered.
"You're being a real bastard right now." I rubbed my arm, miffed. Seriously, who did he think he was? I think he must have gotten even madder, because in a second's time, I felt a stinging pain on my cheek.
"See? That's what happens when you don't follow my rules. From now on, you don't have the right to ask any questions, or state your opinion, or even talk to me unless I talk to you, for that matter. You sleep every two days, and take a bath in your free time, around eleven o'clock to twelve o'clock. If I catch you sleeping when you're not supposed to, then you will suffer greatly. Other than that, when you do sleep, you have to wake up at 5 o'clock the next morning. Oh, yeah, and you get one meal a day, whatever there is, you have to eat it, whether it be stale bread or cold soup. Am I understood?"
Jeez, what was this guy's problem? Sleep every two days?
"How-how many people w-work for you?" I stammered, and then bit my tongue. Why the hell did I have to open my mouth? I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact of his hand with my face. It did come, and was worser than the previous time.
"You asked a question again. Now shut up, before I hurt you." He paused, "There are two cooks, five cleaners, and you're going to do everything I tell you to, from sleeping with me to washing my bathroom to cooking dinner. Kind of like a personal assistant." He sighed after the rush of words, and my eyes were open wide with the shock of his first words, about sleeping with him.
"What do you mean? I'm a virgin, damn it!" I pounded my fist on the seats. He turned his head while driving to look at me with a cold glare, and I shut up. This time, there was no slap to my face. He simply glared.
"All the more fun to take it away from you, then." He smirked.
My chin quivered, and just like that, I whimpered and burst into tears, trying to be as quiet as possible by clamping a hand over my mouth as I shook violently. He was going to take away my virginity? That was rape!
"Stop crying before I actually do it." He turned a corner and my ti was as if entire life was in ruins…
Wow, I like this myself, but I hope that other people like it, too. Please leave reviews! I really want to touch 100 by the tenth or even the fifteenth chapter.
