Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm going to try a chapter story. This is a short chapter, but I promise they will get longer. It's going to have blood and murder and abuse and sex. I'm not particularly good at mysteries but I'm trying here. I don't know how many twists and turns it will have but I hope it's good!
I woke up, struggling to breathe correctly. It was a dim and dusty room. The floor was wooden, creaking just at my slight movement. There was a covered sofa in the corner and a cobwebbed chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I was directly beneath it and I saw bottles on it with rags sticking out of necks. Needles were jammed into the bottles. I held my breath, scared as hell. I carefully sat up, taking in a deep breath. I inhaled a lot of dust and smoke. There was rock music playing from somewhere. I coughed heavily, breathing easier after a moment. I caught the scent of a certain plant I was well acquainted with. Weed.
I glanced around and decided that I was not staying here. I struggled with the chains around my ankles. All it did was rub against my skin painfully. I sighed heavily and struggled with the screws where the chain was attached to the wood. It only bruised my fingers. I groaned and moved slowly towards the door until the chain didn't let me any farther. I couldn't reach the threshold even on my stomach stretching out with all my might.
I looked back. I had about two feet of leisure. Okay…I stood up and shuffled towards the bed. Just standing I couldn't crawl onto it, but I could hide underneath the bed. I checked under the bed. Nothing but dust bunnies, which was good because I really didn't want to come face to face with a mother spider. I wiggled under the bed and curled up. I was scared, but determined. I need to get out of here.
I remembered Damon. He was grinning. He had his fangs extended. No! that wasn't possible. I shook my head, tears forming. Would Damon put me here? Really? No…No, he told me he loved me. God damn it! I clenched my teeth, then held my breath. Were those footsteps?
I saw the boots carefully walk around the room. I held my breath then mentally slapped myself. They would know if they looked at the chain. Suddenly I was dragged out from under the bed by the chain and hoisted up by my ankle. I looked up, my brain already hurting from the rush of blood. I gasped at the face. Blood red eyes, fangs extended.
"You!" I cried out as he dropped me. I cried out in pain as my head hit the floor. I curled up in pain, hands rubbing the spot. I looked up as he walked around me. No, this couldn't be. I trusted him, Elena trusted him. Everyone trusted him.
"Hello, Jeremy," He whispered softly, suddenly appearing in front of me. I closed my eyes quickly and he laughed in my face. His cologne was intoxicating, but I couldn't open my eyes. I knew what I would look at. The soulless orbs of red and black. I was forced onto my back and I felt sharp fangs go deep into my neck. I started to struggle.
"NO! St- Stop!" I yelled, thrashing. Finally he released me, perfectly timed. I faded into black…
I jolted awake, screaming. I looked around, gasping. I was in my room, back home in Mystic Falls. I breathed heavily, jumping when I saw Damon sitting at my desk. He was only in jeans. I stared at him warily.
"You were screaming," He said in a worried tone. I swallowed nervously. I shook my head.
"Just...Just a bad dream," I replied, standing. I grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom. I felt Demon's eyes on me, knowing I was lying. I tried to act normal. I jumped again when he appeared in front of me. "Stop that!" I yelled, holding my chest. He raised an eyebrow.
"Just a dream?" He questioned as I passed him to turn on the shower. I nodded mutely and he sighed, closing the door. I started to undress and he dropped his jeans. I glanced to the mirror. No underwear. I wasn't really surprised. I sighed softly, enjoying the view of the godly man that sat before me. I jumped into the shower and he followed. I pushed the dream out of my mind as he moved up against me, bathing me. He kissed my neck and jaw, restraining his fangs. I moaned softly. This was the perfect way to wake up.