She stared in horror at the body beside her, a sickening feeling travelling up her throat. Never, never had she thought that Damon would stoop to murder to aquire her. She knew that was what he had done – stolen her. There was nobody to save her, and nobody would ever know what had become of her. She wondered if they would really settle on the idea of her having run away,
"Oh, Elena..." Damon whinned in his sing-song voice, "Of course they're going to believe it. I left a note, or rather you did, explaining how you never wanted to see your Aunt, your brother, anyone from this god-forsaken town for a very long time," he reached for her ankles and yanked her hard so her head left the pillow. He pounced on her like a cat, "and they will not see you again."
She heard herself gulp loudly, swollowing her tears before they could reach her eyes. She couldn't find it within her to doubt what he was saying. It just seemed too Damon to not be true. And that was why she felt scared stiff of what he would do next. She wanted to ask him why he tormented her, but the words would not come. She was speechless. He was a monster.
Damon grimaced slightly. He had tasted her blood, and her thoughts were his also. He could hear every single word that passed through her mind as if she were speaking it.
"I'm not a monster, honestly," he told her softly, but then he half-smiled. He was a prediator.
Elena still found even forming coherent sentences in her mind impossible. Whenever she managed to form a thought it slipped away like sand through her fingers. She looked at him, ready for an explanation. Why can't I speak?
"You're in shock, but it's easier this way. I won't have to gag you," he paused and cocked his head to the side, "although, I might gag you later..."
Elena closed her eyes and tried to send a messege to Stephen, praying that somehow there was just enough life within him to register the messege.
"Elena." Damon said suddenly, catching her off guard, and she stared into the dark eyes of the hunter. He stared straight back with an intensity that felt to Elena like a blow to the head. She leant back against the pillows and felt ever muscle in her body tense. "Remember that I can hear every thought in that little head. Don't try anything stupid."
But she was trying. She consentrated her messege into a mental ball of energy and through it at stephen with almost all of her energy. She could not hear Damon's words through the static in her ears, but she could watch his lips move.
