Chapter 2
When I woke up, I wasn't sure where I was. I didn't recognize that place at all because of the darkness. I was lying on a sort of bench of stone (very uncomfortable, I should say) in a room that I could only describe as a cell. Although they didn't look like Mystic Falls' Police Station's cells. Not because I had been there, but because it simply looked too old to be a Police Station. I was a bit anxious, well terrified would be a better term: how had I got in there? When I moved, I heard a tinkling noise that made my hair stand on the end. I looked at my arms and I was horrified when I discovered I was chained to the bench. The chains were old and heavy. I had no idea of how I couldn't realize they were there before, because now they were all I could see clearly.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a noise outside the cell. It seemed that somebody was approaching. My first instinct was calling that somebody for help, but… what if that somebody was the one that brought me here? I heard how someone bolted the door I haven't noticed before and that looked (like everything) old. It was wooden and it had on a par with eyes a small window with some iron bars. I tried to move, but I didn't want my visitor to be aware of my presence and the tinkle from the chains would just betray me, so I stayed completely still and watching with half-open eyes who was that stranger.
"I see you're awakened". A male voice said which belonged to my visitor. It was a smooth, melodic voice but with a cold edge that gave me the creeps. I felt my pulse accelerate. "Yeah, definitively awakened." The man said, like if… like if he could hear my pulse I thought with a chill. He cocked his head, amusing himself with my reaction.
"Who are you?" I got whisper.
"Oh, it's true. How rude from me!" He said smiling. "My name's Stefan Salvatore and I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you." He said with a sing-song voice. Have fun with me? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Stefan interrupted my thoughts. "Now I think it's your turn to tell me you name, isn't it?" He said with a smile on his face.
"I-I-I…am E-E-Elena." I said with a shaky voice. My whole body seemed to be trembling in response to his words.
"So Elena, hum? I expected some other thing but anyways… Katherine always surprises me. The question is how it is possible" He seemed absorbed in his thoughts, barely aware of my existence. I didn't dare to say a word but my mind was thinking deeply. Katherine? Who the hell was Katherine and what had she to do with me? And, please, how was what possible? He, while that, kept going with his monologue: "Of course, you're not Katherine. You're human… well, that doesn't really matter, right Elena?" Another chill ran down my spine. "You and I are gonna have a lot of fun." And another one. "Stand up."
I tried to stand up. I swear I tried, but I wasn't able to. "I-I-I can't…" The next second I was on my feet, with Stefan grabbing my arms tightly. Now I could see his features thanks to the faint light from the corridor. He had pale skin, but not too much. Brown hair, green eyes, protruding jaw and his lips curved in a devilish grin. My eyes wide open because of the impression and the fear. When he spoke, he did it barely above the whisper, which made the blood in my veins freeze.
"One thing you should know", he began, "is that if I tell you to do something, you do it. Got it?" I nodded, because I didn't feel able to say a word out. His grin widened and added: "Well, more things: I ask you a question, you answer telling the truth and speaking. Got it?" I nodded again. "Sorry, I can't hear you." I kept staring at him. I knew I had to say a 'yes' or a 'I get it', but I couldn't. Right then I saw his eyes darkened, dark, pulsating veins appeared below his eyes; and when he opened his mouth it revealed some horribly long fangs. It took me a few seconds to assimilate what I was seeing and what it meant (I didn't mind how insane it seemed): vampire. That was when I tried to escape. I struggled with my whole strength. I screamed, fought, kicked and punched him, but all of this was useless to get rid of that monster's grip. In some moment while I was fighting, my back hit the wall. Stefan's hands on each side of my face. I was cornered.
I tried to keep fighting, but it was useless. He was much stronger than me. He was still watching me with his fangs extended and an amused expression. He was enjoying it.
Then he bit me.
I even didn't see it coming. Suddenly he had his fangs in my throat and it hurt. It seemed like each square inch of my body was being stabbed with burning daggers, like my entrails were being ripped from me while I still was conscious. I kept struggling, but he drank too fast and the blood loss weakened me pretty soon. It was over. I was going to die. I had it as clear as the Sun existed. That was going to be my finale. Little by little and painfully, I sliced into the comfortable darkness.
