AN: This chapter is a shorter than the other so I decided to upload it today! Enjoy!
Summary: John Gilbert owes money to the notorious Damon Salvatore and Klaus Mikaelson. What happens when the only thing he has that is of any value is Elena? AU/AH
Rated: M (for later chapters)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, only the plot is mine.
"Unhand him!" Elena shouted, moving towards the man - albeit the very sexy man - holding her father.
"'Unhand him', seriously, what time are you from? 1864?" Damon retorted, throwing his head back with laughter. His laughter was quickly cut short as something very hard hit his left leg, around the knee, causing it to buckle and send him crashing to the floor. He groaned opening his eyes to see his supposed angel grinning and holding a baseball bat. He couldn't help but be impressed; she had a good hit and took down a man twice her size.
His admiration quickly faded as he noticed his current predicament; he was currently on one knee - ironic for lady's man Damon Salvatore but he had a feeling he wouldn't say no to forever with this little fire cracker - and said fire cracker above him wielding a very threatening bat. He watched as Klaus made to take her down but he quickly shook him off, she was his after all. He got off the ground slowly, pretending to be seriously injured, even providing grunts and moans of pain. He watched as her arm retreated behind her back, ready to swing again, but as she moved it to connect with his body, he quickly intercepted her, grabbing the end of the bat. He used her own momentum against her and twirled her underneath his arm so that her back was now tightly pressed against his chest.
"Bang, you're dead." He chuckled as he playfully tried to bite her neck. She squirmed trying to leave his embrace but her plans were thwarted as he tightened an arm around her waist, anchoring her to his body. Klaus looked on towards the scene in interest; Damon would have killed someone for hitting him like that but here he was being playful with the girl.
"So, John, I have a proposition for you. We will give you more time to pay off your debt but in return, this lovely little spitfire here will come home with us until the amount is paid back in full." Damon smiled, immensely enjoying the bottom that was currently wiggling - hard - against his growing arousal. He smirked when she stilled, obviously noticing the bulge protruding from his jeans and realising that her efforts to get away were doing nothing but turning him on.
"No. No way in hell-" John yelled, moving to grab Elena's arm. His attempt was thwarted as Klaus grabbed his outstretched arm, twisting it behind his back to breaking point, before slamming him face first into the wall.
"You might want to rethink our offer, John." He sneered, pulling John's arm further back until he writhed in agony. "A simple nod will suffice."
John didn't know what to do. On the one hand, Elena was the only thing that would help him escape from the mess he had managed to get himself into, but on the other hand, if he didn't let Damon and Klaus take her then he would end up in a bigger, more violent mess than he was already in.
Elena watched with baited breath as her father's head slowly moved up and down from its position against the wall.
"No, daddy! No, please don't let them take me." She wailed, thrashing against her captor.
"I'm sorry." John whispered and winced as Klaus let go of his arm, forcefully shoving it to his side. He watched as Damon tossed Elena over his shoulder, watched as she struggled fruitlessly, watched as Klaus left the room and as Damon followed, taking with him his most prized possession. He watched as tears rolled down her face and, as he caught his Elena's terrified eyes, he wasn't sure he had made the right choice. The contact was soon broken as Damon turned around, staring at him with an amused grin.
"Take all the time you need, John." He smirked as he smacked his hand across Elena's bottom, eliciting a high pitched shriek from her. "Believe me, I have no problem keeping her for as long as you need. I think we'll get along just great together and you know, if you can't get the money I think we could always arrange a more permanent agreement." He winked, leaving the house with his newly earned treasure.
So many thoughts were running through John Gilbert's mind as he heard the engine of their car and the crunch of the gravel as it sped away but there was one thought that was more prominent than the rest; what had he done?
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