Chapter One: Suspicion

Nervous was the best word to describe me right now. Actually, I was more than nervous. I was completely terrified. My fingers clenched tightly on the soft blue leather dentist chair. Pretty flashy for a dentist office, I know. But my daddy would pay endless amounts of money to make my teeth perfect. I tried to calm myself down, but my eyes scanned the small room I was in subconsciously. The walls were pure white.. almost too white. The light colors failed to calm me down, in fact; they made me even more nervous. I didn't see a point in being here, my teeth were perfect. The top ones, anyway. I Apparently had over crowding on my bottom teeth, but everyone says it's completely unnoticeable. I guess in a way I was pretty proud of my teeth, they were stainless and pure white. I loved my smile, so what was the point in getting two teeth pulled? I crushed my lips together to keep myself from crying, why was I so afraid? As I pressed my lips down, my eyes widened with shock. My bottom lip was completely numb. Completely. The nurse had already injected me with whatever the hell they inject you with at dentist's offices. And I'm not gonna lie, it hurt like a bitch. My gums were still sore from the puncture. God... I just wanted to go home. I wanted to sit down at my laptop and finish writing my history paper. That's right, I would rather be doing homework than be here. I couldn't help but be a little bit excited though...

According to Caroline, my best friend, the dentist here was a total babe. (her words, not mine). He was around our age, too. Which to me made no sense. How could someone in their early twenties go through dental school and become such a successful and popular dentist? Oh whatever. I bet he wasn't that hot. I leaned my head back, my thin blonde hair falling effortlessly out of my face. I hated the dentist. More than anyone. Maybe it was the way the dental chair forced you to lay back, and your head ended up being inches away from the dentist's crotch. Or Maybe it was the fake smile the dentist wears while he's talking to you. I didn't know what it was.. but I hated it. I started shaking again, Damn it, Skye. Suck it up! You're almost 20 years old for god's sake.. I tried to calm myself down, but it didn't work. And a childish whimper escaped my lips. It was just then that I heard a voice. His voice. And I couldn't help but be embarrassed.

"Well well well... someone doesn't want to be here" his voice was low and musky, almost seductive. Was he talking to me? shit!I tried to find a reflection somewhere, to make sure I didn't look too hideous. I found one in a small mirror that hung on the wall beside me. My bangs looked good, almost like a Hayley Williams style. My skin looked flawless, I guess I was having a pretty good day overall. My new make-up brought out my dark green eyes, and my eyebrows were perfectly arched. I smirked confidently, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. I then realized I never replied to his comment, but I couldn't think of what to say. So instead, I giggled softly, acknowledging the fact that he talked to me. I needed to look back at him. I needed to see his face. I took a deep breath before glancing over my shoulder casually, looking behind me. If my lips weren't so numb, my jaw would have dropped. Hot? No no no. This guy was beyond that. He was down right sexy.

I watched in awe as he looked at my paper work, and suddenly I wasn't so afraid. My eyes scanned him from top to bottom, his dark hair looked so soft. I wanted to just run my fingers through it. My eyes slowly moved down to his face, and his skin was perfect. His flawless features all complemented by his pale completion. His lips were indescribable. Just imagine Jensen Ackles mixed with Johnny Depp... It was amazing. He was tall and slender, and even though he was wearing baggy blue scrubs, you could still tell he had a toned body. Even with all of these perfect features... the thing that drew me in the most was his eyes. Oh god. His eyes. They were a bright pale blue, while still remaining to be vibrant and bold. Caroline was right. He was a total babe. He set down the papers and looked at me, a soft smile playing on his lips. I could melt. But I forced myself to smile back before turning away. Thoughts of his toned body and piercing blue eyes danced around in my head. And I couldn't help but fantasize about him. Whoever his girlfriend was, she was one lucky bitch. I would kill to be able to kiss those lips all day. I heard a chair pull up next to the large dental one I was in. I tried not to look at him, but it was so hard. It was almost like my eyes needed to see his, like he was a drug. Shut up! You just met the guy. Calm your shit and let him pull out your teeth.

"Okay.. So Skye, right?" he said, looking straight at me, his eyes piercing mine. Ugh... please stop talking. Your voice alone made me want to pounce on you and mount you like a lion.

I only nodded. I was afraid to talk because due to my numb bottom lip, all that would come up was gibberish.

"Alrighty. This will only take two minutes, I promise sweetie, you won't feel a thing" he reassured me, and turned towards the nurse to grab the giant clamp that was in her hands. A clamp! Was he literally going to rip my teeth out? Ugh! I need out! I don't care how hot he is... Before my thought could finish, the chair suddenly moved back, bringing my body with it. I tried to take steady breathes, but I was surprised as I realized I was already doing that. My body was physically calm. All my muscles relaxed, and I felt like I was high or something. But inside I was screaming... even my thoughts screamed at me to run away. Why couldn't I? better yet- Why couldn't I move? I felt so weak... weak and uncomfortable. The dentist, whom I am still unsure of the name of, hovered over me. Open your mouth, damn it, I told myself, and my body obeyed. I watched as he brought the giant clamp closer and closer to my mouth. I wanted to kick and scream, I wanted to get the hell out of this place. But why couldn't I? I felt like I had completely lost control over my body, other than my mouth and eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut, afraid to watch as he pulled out my teeth.

"Don't worry.. all you'll feel is pressure.." his tone of voice was hushed, calm. My body reacted to his comment, relaxing even more...If possible.

Soon enough I didn't have to force my eyes closed, they were fluttering shut. Was I falling asleep? Quick, tell him you can't move. I tried to raise my hand as a gesture for help, but nothing happened. Okay... try to talk. All that came out was a content sigh. Content! Oh hell no! I was no where near content. I was freaking the fuck out!

My eyes opened, almost automatically once he placed two small pieces of gauze in my mouth. "All done... see that wasn't so bad, was it?" The dental chair moved back up, and before I knew it, I was sitting up normally again. The room started to spin, and I saw double of everything. What was happening...

My thoughts got cut off once he started to talk to me again, and I rolled my head lazily to the right to look at him. He was sitting next to me, examining the papers again "Okay. So because you're a new patient here.. I'm going to need to do a quick survey" his bright eyes looked up at me and he smirked. He could get anyone with that sexy grin... why the hell was he a dentist? He could be a movie star.. or a model. I nodded dumbly, still feeling light-headed. At least I had control of my body again, that's a plus. I figured the nerves just got to me, but it was all over now. My teeth were out, and the pain was over. All I had to do now... was answer a couple questions, and I was home free.

"Alrighty. First Question; Your name is Skye Haines.. Blonde hair, Green eyes.. You live with your father, Tim Haines, the famous movie producer" he paused and looked up at me, "Is that all correct?"

I nodded in response, what an odd Survey question. Oh well. I'd be out of here soon enough.

"Second Question; If this your first time in Mystic Falls?"

Another nod. I watched as he wrote down some notes, checking 'yes or no' boxes on the paper.

The survey went on for a while, almost ten minutes of useless questions that had nothing to do with dentistry. Finally the last question came, and as much as I enjoyed staring at his beautiful face, I needed to get home.. I didn't feel right.

"Last Question" he chuckled lightly as he spoke, but his voice slowly started to fade. Ugh.. I knew I should have ran... now I'm passing outtt... Even my thoughts became blurry, everything around me was spinning, and my eyes started to flutter uncontrollably. He continued to talk, but it sounded like I was listening to him through water. Soon his words blurred and faded away. I got once last glance of him before I completely went out. But to my surprise, he didn't seemed worried about me at all. In fact, He was smirking. And not a normal smirk. A devilish smirk that showed he was happy with what was going on. I tried to ask him what was happening, but before I could; Everything went black.

My eyes fluttered open slowly, like anyone who was waking up from fainting. The scenery around me was blurry, and all I could do was groan in exhaustion. It took a while for my eyes to adjust, but I realized quickly that I was outside. How did I get outside? I shifted around a bit, I was laying on the ground. Well, I was on the ground in somebody's arms. Oh shit. Was it his arms?

"Skye? Skye, Can you hear me?" Yup. It was him alright. I could recognize that voice anywhere. Did he do this to me? Maybe he knocked me out then took advantage of me. Pfft. In your dreams, I thought to myself.

I didn't answer him, nor did I really want to. I had a sick feeling that he was behind my passing out. Or maybe I was overreacting. Maybe I passed out due to my nerves, and I was over thinking all of this. I heard other people walk over in our direction, and I suddenly saw a group of people surround me, crowding my space.

"Is she alright?"

"Hey, isn't that the Haines' kid?"

"Should we call 911?"

Questions seemed to drag on forever, it was almost as bad as the survey. The survey... that was the last thing I remembered. And the only other person I was with at the time was him. So it had to be his fault-

"Skye?" he asked again. God, wouldn't he just shut up? I was trying to figure everything out here.

Okay, so I was with him at the time, and he was about to ask me a questio- "Oh my god! Is she alright?" a women's voice cut off my thoughts. Ugh.. more questions. Shut up Shut up Shut up.

"I think so.. she groaned a little while ago" the dentist began, "But she hasn't replied to me" No shit, Sherlock. Ever think I just didn't want to?

"Oh dear... Skye? Skye, darling. Can you hear me?" why did everyone keep calling my name? I get it, my name is Skye. I decided to reply, there was no point playing dead.

"Hewwo?" I mumbled, my words muffled from the bloody gauze in my mouth. I heard sighs of relief come from all directions.

"That god!"

"Hallelujah!"

"Bout time."

The last one was a bit unflattering, but whatever. I felt pretty special that people actually cared about me. I opened my eyes wider, and the first thing I saw was his bright blue eyes. Mmmm they were so perfect. I know it sounded cliché, but his eyes were really pretty. I looked over to the left to see an unfamiliar women, and she looked twice as worried as he did.

"Oh sweetie! You're okay! Damon," she addressed the man and looked at him "What happened to her?" Damon. His name was Damon. and incredibly sexy name for an incredibly sexy man. Although I was quite curious, what did happen? ...Or what was he going to say happened..

"I'm not sure. I gave her a survey and she was on her way out. She fainted once she left the office. Good thing my shift was over and I was heading out, or else I wouldn't have caught her"

"Lwireaer!" I objected quickly, although it didn't come out like I wanted it to. I was trying to say 'liar'. I was trying to call him out. The women looked at me curiously as I spoke.

"What was that dear? Water? Oh no no no. No water for you"

Stupid bitch! I said liar! He's lying! The only reason I would want water was to splash it in his face for doing this to me. His beautiful... flawless face... Stop it! You need to hate him! He did this to you.

"Someone should get her home..." Damon muttered, his eyes searching my face for any cuts of bruises.

"Yes. Damon, will you be a dear and take her home? I know she'll be safe with you" the women smiled sweetly at the both of us, and I noticed the crowd was starting to die down. Now that everyone knew I wasn't dead, there was no reason in sticking around.

"Of course" Damon agreed, returning the smile.

What- No! I couldn't go with this man! No matter how sexy he was! I didn't trust him... not one bit. "She lives right off of Oak, right?" The women and him exchanged directions to my house, and I tried to get up. But something held me down. Damon's arm was tightly wrapped around my waist, pinning me down. My eyes widened in horror, was he doing this intentionally? I tried harder to get up, but his grip tightened. Holy shit. He was.

"Is that okay with you, Skye?" the women asked me, turning her attention back to me. Now was my chance. Telling by previous actions, she wouldn't understand me if I tried talking to her. So I decided to shake my head in objection. Something stopped me again. I shifted my weight to the right a bit to feel Damon's hand wrapped tightly around my neck. But he did this is a way that seemed like he was just holding up my head. But he wasn't, I knew he wasn't. He was stopping me from shaking my head. What a sneaky bastard... whatever he was doing, he had it all planned out.

"Nowees." I demanded, but it came out as nothing. Nothing English anyway. The women nodded and patted Damon on the shoulder, It wasn't until then that I realized he wasn't wearing scrubs anymore. It was replaced with a tighter white t-shirt, and a leather jacket to top it off. Damn... that was sexy. Maybe it was all in my head.. maybe he was a normal guy just trying to help me. I did feel a little woozy back inside the office, maybe his story really was true. My body started to relax, and my mind believed that he was an okay guy.

Look on the bright side, I told myself. You're about to get driven home with the hottest guy alive. I liked that idea. And soon enough I was completely calm. The women that was beside me got up and walked away, and I listened as her footsteps slowly faded. I was alone with him.

"Upsy Daisy" Damon muttered while picking me up off the ground. I couldn't help but giggle, burying my head in his chest as my legs dangled like a rag doll. I might as well make the best of this. I breathed in his scent and my heart pounded quickly. Shit- he smelt so good. I almost whimpered as he set me down in the passenger side of his car, wanting to smell him more.

My eyes scanned across the inside of his car, it was so flashy. But hey-he was a dentist. He was probably rolling around in money. The door shut and I was alone in his car, but not for long. He was already in the driver's sear before I could blink. How the hell did he do that? I started to get worried again, and my trust in him was going down.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you" he murmured while pulling out of the parking lot. My eyes widened a bit, the tone in his voice was so sweet and seductive. He could turn someone on just by talking.

"Whawet" I responded, my words still muffled from the gauze. I realized my lip was no longer numb, how long was I out for? 10 minutes, tops? How could the numbing wear off so quickly?

Damon chuckled lightly "You can take the gauze out, you know. You're probably healed"

My eyes narrowed curiously. How was I healed... I read online that extractions took weeks to heal properly. I shrugged it off, he was a dentist; I should trust him. Without thinking, I spat out the gauze on the floor, and I ran my tongue over the places where the teeth were pulled. There was absolutely no blood. How was that even possible? It was healed completely, as if nothing happened. No pain what-so-ever. I looked over at him with wide eyes, "H-how is that possible" a small smile pulled at my lips, I was pretty happy they healed quickly.

"You're just lucky" he shrugged "You heal quickly. I'm the same way" He answered, keeping his eyes on the road.

Ya, but that quickly? It seemed almost... unhuman. I shrugged it off again, I should be happy I healed so quick. I turned to look out the window, we were driving through the main part of Mystic Falls. I liked this place, it was much better than any other town I've lived in. It was small, and all the buildings were pretty old-fashioned, Gave a nice feeling to it. This was still my first week here, and the only person I knew here was Caroline Forbes. Her and I were pen pals while I lived in England, and we became pretty good friends. I was excited to see her, and the feeling was likewise. My smile faded as I watched a large mansion fly by my window. My mansion. My home. I quickly turned to Damon, and his expression was normal.

"Um. Damon? That was my house" I chuckled lightly as I spoke, trying to keep the mood happy. He just ignored me, and I spoke up again "No really.. that... That was my house" I was more demanding that time, trying to get through to him.

He just nodded "I know" he said it casually, as if nothing happened.

I chuckled nervously, "Aren't you supposed to take me back there..." I trailed off, my voice was small. I was starting to get scared.

Damon could sense I was scared, I could tell by the smirk on his lips. Come to think of it, it was the same smirk I saw before I fainted. "Yea. But you see, I have a problem"

My eyes widened in fear, what was he doing? Where was he taking me? I needed to get out of here. I quickly turned and looked out the window, he was deliberately driving faster so jumping out of the car wasn't an option. My heart started pounding, hard. I could hear it in my ears, I was beyond terrified. What have I done? I was stuck. Stuck inside a vehicle with a man I didn't know. What the fuck was I supposed to do.

He continued talking while I was having my panic attack, acting completely casual. "I'm not sure what to do with you" he frowned a bit, acting as if this was a big problem.

"Take me home." I offered quickly. He chuckled at my response but simply shook his head. "I'm serious. Take. Me. Home." I threatened him, trying to hide my fear.

"You're not in any position to be threatening me" he smirked again.

I gulped. Then I realized I still had my phone in my pocket. I slide my hand casually down to my pocket, pulling out the small black berry that was inside. I simply glanced down seeing I had one new text from Caroline.

From: Caroline

Message: Heeyy! How was the dentist? ;)

I almost sighed, but kept it in because I knew he would hear me. Oh it was perfect! Now he's kidnapping me and I could possibly be dead soon. I thought to myself.

I felt like I was going to cry, was there any way I could have avoided this? I exited the text and scrolled down my contacts list, I glanced up at Damon before pressing 'call'. I was going to call the police. Easy and Simple. I'd be out of here in no time. I turned down the volume so he couldn't hear the ringing or the voice of the operator that answered the phone. I smirked to myself, he didn't think that one through. It rung once and I felt his hand grab my free wrist tightly, and I looked up at him with tears welling up in my eyes.

"Hang up" he demanded sweetly, batting his eyelashes as if he was innocent.

"Fuck you" I responded with hesitance. That wiped the smirk off his lips.

"Hang up now" he repeated, his tone was so harsh and demanding it scared the living hell out of me.

I whimpered lightly before hanging up, and his hand released it's hold on my wrist. That was it. All my escape options. Done. I felt a tear slide down my cheek, and I tried to control my crying. I shoved my phone back into my pocket, maybe I could use it later when he was asleep or something. If I was still alive by then...

"Aww don't cry... Things will just go a lot easier if you do what I say" his tone was sweet again, I didn't like it.

I then started full out crying, I woke up this morning thinking I was going to the dentist, but now... now my life was in this strangers hands. "Why are you doing this to me.." I managed to say, my voice was small and scared, but you could tell he took pleasure from it.

"You'll find out..." he answered. I figured that would be his answer. That was always people's answers.

I gave up. Not bothering to fight back or to find a way out. I leaned against the window and sighed, watching as he drove me towards the middle of nowhere. I thought about my family, my brother, my father... would they even miss me? Better yet-would they even notice I'm gone? Probably not. I locked myself in my room most days. They were both probably too busy to even think about me either. I was almost the perfect victim to his little 'scheme'. My family didn't care, I was new in town so not many people would know about me, and I gave in easily. I was perfect. My thoughts dragged on as I felt my eyes slowly start to close. There was no harm in a nap, I was already stuck with him... Might as well make the best of it.