Chapter 2:
-Elena's point of view
When I woke up, I had the worst headache, I have ever had. It felt like my head had been used like a piƱata. Without opening my eyes, I snuggled closer to the cool body next to me, and enjoyed the feeling of the soft bed underneath me. Just five more minutes...
Wait, a body next to me? I opened my eyes, and looked at the white chest my head was resting on. Why wasn't that chest rising and falling? And why did that chest feel cool against my face? And why on earth was that chest so pale? I bit my underlip, as I carefully raised my head and looked at the boy.
God, he was beautiful. I remembered him from the bar last night. The gorgeous mystery guy that had joined us, even though he was way too old for any of us.
What worried me, was the way he looked more dead than asleep. Carefully I placed two fingers on the side of his neck, searching for a pulse.
Oh my God... I couldn't find it. I quickly jumped out of the bed and started looking for my clothes. His arms had been wrapped around me, but they'd let go when I quickly got away. Oh God, had I killed him?
No, I would never kill anyone. Not even in the state of drunk I had been yesterday. Then why was he in the bed, looking very dead? I buried my hands in my hair, trying to figure out what to do. Should I call the police? An ambulance? What the hell do you do, when your one-night-stand doesn't wake up?
He had definitely been alive yesterday. We had sex all night. Yup, he had been pretty much alive back then.
I let out a frustrated scream and started walking around in the big room. I hadn't really noticed our surroundings yesterday. I'd been too caught up in the moment with that amazing guy.
The room seemed pretty much timeless. It was modern, but it also contained a lot of older looking stuff. The amazingly big four poster bed was made out of wood, with complicated patterns carved on it. The walls were also of wood, the same kind of patterns carved there. His room was amazing. What was his name? Damon? Wasn't it Damon?
"Good morning sexy. Why are you wearing clothes?" I swear, my heart skipped a beat at that moment. Was he talking to me? He couldn't be. He had been dead just a few seconds ago. I'd checked! There was no pulse.
I turned around and looked at him, disbelieving. But he was there, wide awake, sitting up in the bed, naked, and most clearly alive. What the hell?
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost? Is the hangover that bad?" he said and stood up from the bed, fetching a pair of briefs from the floor. Was I going crazy? I had been so sure. He'd been dead. But how come he was standing right in front of me, alive and clearly confused.
"You were... You had no pulse. I checked..." I blurted out, not sure if it was wise to tell him. Maybe he'd just think I was mentally unstable or something. But I couldn't just let it go. I was certain. He had been dead.
He sighed and moved closer to me. "I did have a pulse, you just couldn't find it. And even if you could, you wouldn't be able to feel it," he said, suddenly sounding a bit annoyed. How could he be annoyed at me?! He'd been dead just a few minutes ago. But he seemed awfully calm about all of this.
Wait, what was he saying?
I stepped back, as he stepped closer, putting his arms around my waist.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about all of that, Elena. Now, let's go downstairs, and I'll make you some breakfast. But first of all, loose some of the clothes. No need for you to wear that," he said and opened my jeans.
Confused, I did as he said and removed everything but my underwear. Then I put on his shirt, buttoned the first couple of buttons and followed him downstairs.
Why exactly was I actually doing what he said? Shouldn't I be more interested in the thing about his pulse? What the hell was going on?
As I followed him, I noticed that the rest of the house was exactly like his room, except for the furniture. And everything was amazingly big. How could a 22 year old guy afford something like this? He had to be some kind of millionaire.
"So, what do you want for breakfast?" he asked as we walked into the big kitchen. God, it was amazing. It seemed like a mix between a normal American kitchen, and a beautiful Italian kitchen. Maybe he was good at cooking?
"Uhm... I don't know..." I said, uncertain whether I was hungry or not. The morning hadn't exactly been like I'd expected.
"Well, then I'll make you some of everything, how does that sound?" he said, and started grabbing stuff from all over the kitchen. I frowned and sat down on one of the bar stools next to the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"I don't know if I'm that hungry..." I said, as I watched him started cooking. Was he making a meal for two or eight people? How much did he eat?! 'Cause he sure couldn't expect me to eat all of that. But I didn't say anything, as I looked at him cook.
God, he looked sexy.
He had put on a pair of jeans (I was uncertain when he'd put them on). But his torso was still naked, showing his ripping muscles, as he cooked.
"Here. You looked like someone who had a hangover worse than I've ever tried. This should help," he said and placed a glass and a pill on the table, as the eggs were cooking. I nodded and quickly swallowed the pill. The water felt nice, sliding down my throat. I'd unknowingly been thirsty all morning.
"Thanks. You're right, my hangover is... Well, bad," I said, trying to let go of the morning. He had, obviously, so why couldn't I?
Maybe because I had been 100 % certain he had been dead. There hadn't been any sign of a pulse. None. I knew how to check those kind of things, and I couldn't be wrong.
"The pill should take that in a minute," he said and wrapped his arms around my waist, "did you have fun last night?"
I shrugged, feeling small electric shocks going through my body, from the places were his arms touched my body. I felt my heart speed up, and instantly felt my cheeks turning red. God, what was this guy doing to me?
He frowned at my statement.
"You're shrugging? Was I that bad?" he asked, laughing, but still sounding a bit nervous. I smiled at the memory of us in his bed. How on earth could he even think he was bad?
"Of course you wasn't... It was just... Well, it was my first night out in a while... And I wanted to do the whole, getting drunk and finding someone to have sex with, but... I don't know, something just seems... Wrong," I said, uncertain why I told him that. I didn't even know if I could trust the guy! I had known him for less than 24 hours, still we'd slept together, and now he was holding me, like I was his girlfriend. Did I want to become his girlfriend?
Why on the earth was I thinking about that?! He had been a one-night-stand, and I had been exactly the same to him. No strings attached, that was what one-night-stands were about! So why exactly was I thinking that it would be extremely lovely to become his girlfriend?
His arms pulled my closer, ripping me from my thoughts, as he placed a small kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes briefly, only focusing on the amazing feeling it was to feel his lips against my skin.
"Do you regret yesterday?" he asked, his voice soft as clouds. I looked at him, into his beautiful blue eyes. They still reminded me of something... A place.
I put my hands on each side of his face, and tried to focus only on his eyes. I needed to remember. I had seen him somewhere before, I was certain. I just needed to remember. I had to remember. I closed my eyes, desperate to remember. And then a voice appeared in my head. A familiar voice. Damon's voice.
"So, why is a beautiful girl like you sitting out here, all alone? Don't you know dangerous creatures come out at night?"
Then I heard my own drunken laugh, and felt wind in my hair, as if I was standing outside, not inside this beautiful man's kitchen.
"Well, I don't have to worry now, do I? You're here, and you look strong. I bet you could protect me, if danger was anywhere near me?"
I didn't recognise my own voice. It was flirty, drunk. I didn't remember being drunk out side for a very long time. I had to remember! I needed to see!
But nothing happened. The voices stopped, and I opened my eyes again. Damon was still holding me, now looking very worried. That had been Damon's voice. I was sure.
"Elena, are you okay?" he asked, gently stroking my forehead. Should I tell him about my little vision? This mysterious man, who also seemed like he had something to hide.
No. Two people could play that game. I managed a big smile, nodding and leaning forwards to kiss him.
"I don't regret yesterday. Not a single thing," I said and started stroking his hair, as I pressed my lips against his. Then I gently let my tongue touch his lips. He didn't hesitate to open his mouth, allowing me access. I tightened my grip around his neck. We'd been having sex the day before. No reason why we shouldn't do it again.
I felt just how much he liked my kiss, when I felt the bulge in his pants. Happy with my achievement, I let her hands glide down his back, gently scraping my nails against his pale skin. I enjoyed the sound of his growl.
"Elena..." he said, warning me about continuing. I frowned and looked at him. Was he rejecting me? Why? Wasn't like we hadn't done it before. Why did he pull away from me?
"What's wrong? It's no like we haven't done this before," I said, a smile spreading on my lips as I moved my hands to his hair again. My fingers grabbed it, pulling his head towards mine. He let out another growl and then his lips claimed mine.
I moaned slightly in his mouth, as his tongue made it's way into my mouth. God, that boy was an amazing kisser. His grip around me tightened even more. I was glad he did, 'cause I was starting to feel light-headed, and my knees wouldn't hold me for much longer.
My hands grabbed his hair even tighter, as I bit his lips, feeling blood in my mouth. I felt him pulling away, but I kept him close, sucking gently at his lip. I frowned as I tasted the blood. Why did it taste good? Why did I like it, and why on earth did it make me feel like I was floating?
I liked the small wound, only to find it had disappeared. What? How had that happened?
Within a second, he was in the other end of the room, standing up against the wall. I frowned and touched my lips. They were swollen from the kiss, and I felt drunk. I felt like I was on top of the world.
"Elena. You can't just do things like that," he said and walked to the stove, working on the eggs. How was he able to pretend everything was fine?
The big bulge in his pants revealed that he wasn't completely oblivious to what had just happened. I frowned and walked to him, trying to see his lip.
It was as if I had never bitten him.
"I think... You know what, I'll just leave," I said, and quickly walked towards what I hoped would be the front door. I needed to go. He was just... Too weird. This morning I had been certain he'd been dead. His lip had healed, even though I had bit him, and his blood had tasted like heaven.
Oh, and then there was the voices in my head. The voice that sounded a lot like mine and Damon's. No, I couldn't stay.
It had been a mistake, going home with him yesterday. Oh God, I had let him... I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering our night together. Had I really been that bold?
I should have stayed home.
I opened my eyes again, now running towards the front door. But as soon as I reached it, Damon as there, crossed arms and an angry look in his eyes.
"You're not going home," he said, slowly walking towards me. I felt my heart rate go up. What the hell? Of course I was leaving. He couldn't force me to stay. Without thinking of the consequences, I grabbed an empty bottle, laying on the table next to me, and used all of my powers to hit him in the head.
The bottle broke, and he fell to the floor, a big gaping wound in his head. I felt bad for hurting him, but he would've forced me to stay. I wasn't someone to capture. I closed my eyes as I stepped over him, and then run for the door, open eyes once again.
As soon as I stepped out side, I remembered him driving us. I had no idea where we was. Didn't matter, I had to get out of here.
Not thinking of my clothing, I ran towards the forest in front of me. I had absolutely no idea where I was going. I just knew I had to get away, as fast as possible.
Suddenly I felt my self hitting something hard. I fell to the ground, crying as I felt something slice my upper arm.
"This morning could have gone a completely different way, you know? This is your own fault." I felt something grabbing my other arm, and dragging me. The forest bottom wasn't nice being dragged across. I felt sticks and stones ripping my flesh open, leaving wounds that would be covered in dirt. Oh God, what had I gotten my self into?
-Damon's point of view
I felt extremely bad, when I dragged Elena back to the boarding house, by her hair. This wasn't a way to treat a girl like her, and everything in me screamed to carry her in my arms. But I needed her to understand, that she wasn't going the leave the house soon. I needed to feel that control over her. And she needed to understand just which situation she was in.
When we stepped inside, I lifted her and carried her to the couch. God, the girl was a mess. I smelled the blood from the places the ground had teared through her flesh, and she looked scared as hell.
As soon as I put her down, I noticed just how much she was shaking. She pulled away from me, rolling to a small ball in the other end of the couch.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. She was making this very difficult for me. If she hadn't tried to escape, this would've never happened! Didn't she see that this was her own fault?
"Now, do you understand that you're not going to leave this house?" I asked, trying to sound like I really didn't care about her. Even though I'd preferred she had stayed by her own free will, there was no way around this.
The faster she understood that she wouldn't return to her old life, the faster she could get used to her new life.
"Are you going to kill me?" My heart broke, when I heard her voice. So small, so fragile. She made me want to hold her, to gently stroke her hair and tell her that everything was going to be okay.
But I couldn't let her see that. And I definitely couldn't do that. No, I had to remain cold.
That's why I just shrugged.
"Maybe. If you bother me too much. Now, Elena, do you understand that you're not leaving? Do not try to escape. I will find you and drag you back," I said, as I got up to get a glass of bourbon. I really needed the alcohol. This was going to be a lot tougher than I had thought.
"The police will be looking for me... My family will report me missing. And then they'll come, and you'll go to jail!" she said through her sobs. Couldn't she stop crying?! No need to make this harder on me.
"Yeah, keep that faith. Maybe that will make you behave. Now, I want you to say sorry, and come and eat breakfast with me," I said and emptied the glass in one drag. The burning liquid felt nice, coming down my throat. Just what I needed.
"I won't," she said, as she started to examine her wounds. I rolled my eyes again. Feisty one. Well, I'd make her behave. I had never had a slave, I couldn't make behave. This wasn't going to be the first one.
"Fine. Then go to your room. You'll get food when you say sorry. Oh, and you might want to cleanse those wounds. Oops, you can't do that either! I guess you'll just wait until you've pulled yourself together, and apologized!" I said, giving her my predator smile. She was already scared of me. Shouldn't be too hard to make her understand that she would do just fine, as long as she obeyed. Stubborn girl...
Her sobs continued for a while, but then she got quiet.
"Fine... I'm sorry," she said, with a shaking voice. I smiled and put my glass down. I would break her, just as any other slave.
But there was the problem. She wasn't just any other slave. She was special, and I had a plan that included her. A plan that I couldn't just give up on.
She was going to love me. Or, at least by comfortable with me. Feel safe with me. But it was going to be a while. Good thing I have an eternity, right?
"Good. Now, drink this. It'll heal you, and you won't have any problems with those wounds. No scars, no nothing," I said and bit into my wrist. She frowned and looked at my arm, disbelieving. God, she was stubborn! I held the back of her head, as I pressed my wrist against her mouth.
At first she tried to push me away. Needless to say that she didn't succeed. I was way too strong for a little weak human girl.
But then she got a taste of my blood, and it seemed like she wasn't able to stop. The small hands that had been pushing my hands away, now held my wrist firmly to her mouth.
I bit my lip, not wanting to start moaning. She wasn't supposed to know what blood sharing did. Not yet anyway.
"Well, I think that's enough," I said and removed my wrist. At first she made a small unsatisfied noise, but then her eyes grew big and she looked at me.
"What the..." She looked down her body, as the small wounds started healing, leaving her skin unharmed. I smiled at her reaction.
My blood was in her system. I felt everything that she felt. Not bad.
"Now, let's go get some breakfast, and continue this morning, as it should have gone. This time, you won't try to escape," I said, not using my compulsion. I didn't really want to use my compulsion, if it wasn't necessary. Within a month, she'd love to stay here. I was going to make sure of that. There was no way she couldn't.
She slowly got up, carefully taking step by step. I chuckled lightly as I watch her walk across the floor. She looked like a small child, that had just learned to walk.
I walked towards the kitchen, my eyes never leaving her. I needed to keep an eye on her.
When she walked into the kitchen, her eyes grew big,once again. I had made sure all the food was ready. She needed it.
Without saying a word, she sat down by the isle in the middle, looking at all the food. I filled a plate, and handed it to her. It had everything she could possibly want.
Pancakes, eggs, bacon, waffles, sausages, everything. When she started eating, I grabbed a blood bag from the fridge and poured some into a glass. No need to be uncivilized.
She looked up when she saw the red liquid. Her skin quickly turned pale, almost green. She put a hand to her mouth, unable to tear her eyes from the sight of blood. Again, I couldn't help but chuckle, as I emptied the glass, feeling my fangs falling into place, and the dark veins under my eyes coming forth.
She let out a scream, and fell down from her chair.
I sped to her side, catching her before she hit the floor. She looked scared as hell, when she looked into my eyes.
And then she did the same creepy thing, that she had done earlier this morning. Her eyes went to the back of her head, leaving only white to her eyes. Her mouth went open, and she started shaking lightly.
"Elena! Elena, are you okay?" I asked, holding her tightly. I didn't want to hurt her, and I didn't want her to hurt herself. It kind of looked like a seizure, until she started mumbling. If I hadn't been vampire, I wouldn't have been able to make out what she said. But I was, and I heard the words clearly.
"Hi Damon... I'm Elena..."
Her body went limb, and her head rolled to the side, her mouth closing. I frowned, when I remembered that sentence. That was what she had said, one of the times I had met her. One of the times I made her forget. She couldn't possibly know. Could she?
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