Author's Note: Here is the next chapter! It's not as dark as the chapter I just posted for my other story "Husband of Three", but I think it is just as enjoyable. Feedback and advice would be lovely! If you have a great idea that I should put in, just tell me! xoxo
When she finally regained consciousness, nothing around her seemed familiar. She began to panic when she noticed she was lying in a beautiful queen sized bed with white sheets and about ten large pillows. She instantly sat up to view her surroundings. The curtains that hung from the grand windows were white and flowy. There was a window seat overlooking a front garden and beside it there was a bookshelf full of all kinds of books. Above the bed was a painting of the ocean with a sunset that looked more like a photograph than a painting. She noticed her hands were not tied down. If she was kidnapped, why would her captor be so generous? The room was very spacious and the curtains wide open, allowing the sunlight to pour in.
"Hello Elena! I see you are finally up," the man standing in the doorway was the same man asking about her in the bar. The panic began to set in as soon as he spoke.
"Who are you? What do you want? If you want money, I can give you money...P-please just don't hurt me," she began to beg, the tears already starting to stream.
"As long as you do what I say Elena, we will be good friends. Would you like some breakfast? You must be awfully hungry," he gave her a crooked smile that made her head spin.
As he looked away to pour some juice, Elena made a run for the door, only to be stopped by him moments later. He grabbed her hair and yanked her back until she fell to the floor while she grunted and screamed loudly. She was now on her stomach, flailing her arms, while Damon pinned them down with his own. He pressed his chest against her back until she relented. Her tears continued to stream down her face, the defeat too shocking.
"I guess you don't want to be friends, do you? Well, that's not very nice Elena. I was really starting to like you!," His sarcasm only made her angrier as she continued to sob. In addition, his grip was so tight on her wrists, she couldn't even feel her hands anymore.
"Elena, you are here because I am running a very successful business and I need some help. I know you just graduated from nursing school. You know everything there is to know about taking blood," His voice rather shaky.
"No...No...This can't be happening. Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone," She began to scream, hoping he would get off of her, but he didn't budge.
"My name is Damon Salvatore by the way! Your job will be to take blood from the humans and take care of their needs. I also expect you to cook and clean for them. There is a schedule I have provided you along with meal times. As long as you do your job well, I will buy you whatever you want. Your job will start tomorrow morning," He stopped talking as he relived his grip slightly, allowing Elena to breathe.
"The h-humans? What are you talking about? w-why do you need their blood?," She questioned, her legs now trembling beneath his body as she realized the pieces did not go together.
"Elena, I am a vampire. I drink blood" He hissed elongating his fangs and lightly scraping them along her neck. He wanted to scare her. It was the only way she would obey him. He flipped her on her back again as she screamed and sobbed loudly. Her screams became more like shrieks as he pressed his body against her. He knew she was afraid of being rape, and this fear would be his advantage.
"PLEASE LET ME GO HOME!" she was beginning to beg again. He grabbed her chin in a harsh manner, forcing her to make eye contact with him. She was now breathing heavily, quickly tiring herself out.
" Other vampires drink blood that they buy from me...and here's the exciting part, why would they buy blood from me when they can get it for free?" He asked her in a sarcastic tone.
Instead of responding, Elena just continued to cry, whimpering as the pain increased in her jaw.
"Because the humans living here have AB negative blood. Since, you are a phlebotomist, you know that that is the rarest blood in the world and the most desired by our breed." He suddenly stopped speaking "but I think that is enough information for one day." He suddenly released her chin and her wrists, her body still sprawled on the floor.
"You-you're a vampire? " Elena questioned, her face covered in streaks left by the tears.
Her heart racing so fast a hummingbird could not even compete. The fear he instilled in her was enough to knock her out, but she kept her mind on getting out of there. Vampires existed? If being kidnapped wasn't bad enough, she was being held by a creature that she only saw in the movies.
He walked to the door before turning to speak.
"Don't even think about escaping, Elena. I have impeccable hearing. I can outrun you and I will find you, so let's do everyone a favor. You do not want to know what I have planned for your punishment. If you think that was bad, you could not even imagine what I will do to your spirit," He said with a stern voice, shutting the door behind him.
"If you can hear me, Damon, I just want to let you know you're asshole and you can't force me to do anything!" She muttered out loud, hoping he was listening.
He couldn't keep her here. The police would be looking for her right now. They would find him and arrest him. Though she wanted to believe that she was brave, she wasn't. She was afraid of what he was capable of.
By the time she finally woke up after the traumatic experience the night before, it must have been 7am. She heard an alarm clock next to her go off minutes later, obviously set by Damon to wake her up for her duties. The schedule he left on her bed side table told her where and when everything was. She felt so weak, her body still sore.
She headed to the kitchen first where she prepared pancakes, the only breakfast dish she was any good at. She made enough for four people, unsure how much the patients would eat.
After, she headed upstairs to the first patient's room on the list he had given her. As she opened the door, she saw the room was just as nice as her own. The man inside was sitting up reading a book in his bed as she stepped inside.
"H-hello sir. I am Elena. I have your...um...breakfast," she was so nervous she mumbled her greeting to the man.
"Hello. Damon said you would be here. I am Roger! Are those pancakes? I love pancakes!" He exclaimed as she placed the tray next to him on the bed.
"Do you want me to take your blood now?" Elena asked unsure.
"That would be great! I would prefer to get it over with now," He responded, still smiling. He must have been about 45 years old. He had a touch of grey in his hair with short sideburns. It was obvious he didn't mind being there, but why?
Elena politely smiled back as she prepared the needles and blood bags next to him. Moments later she placed her latex gloves on and felt for a vein in his arm.
"That's a good vein right there," He said, pointing to a large vein on his inner arm.
She slipped the needle into the vein he had pointed to, the blood filling the tube, and moments later, the bag. It wasn't long before she had filled the entire bag with blood, removing the needle cleanly and applying pressure to avoid bruising.
"That wasn't so bad, was it Elena?" He asked, a smile never leaving his face.
"Roger, why are you here? Do you know you are being held here?" Elena asked curiously.
"I'm here by my own free will. When Damon found me, I was living on the streets with nothing. He told me if I gave him my blood occasionally, he would give anything money could buy. I accepted and have lived in the lap of luxury ever since. He changed my life for the better. I owe that man everything." He said, finally putting his book down to eat the pancakes Elena had prepared.
"Wow, I guess I didn't expect that response. Well, I am behind schedule, but I'll be back in two hours to clean your room." Elena said, her mind still so confused. Damon hadn't threatened the man? He was actually able to get him to come willingly? It was all so hard to believe.
The next patient was a woman named Hannah. She was still sound asleep when Elena had arrived. What was strange was on the list it said "feed for two". Did that mean she was pregnant? Was it even safe to take her blood?
"Hannah? Are you awake? I am here to take your blood," Elena whispered loudly, hoping not to frighten the sleeping women. The woman immediately sat up as if she had been awake for hours.
"Elena! I am so excited to finally meet you! I am Hannah and this is my little bun in the oven as you can see!" She was obviously a vibrant and happy woman.
Elena passed her the breakfast before setting up just like she had with Roger.
"Hannah, why did you agree to this?" The question was quite innocent.
"My husband left me to live with his brother. His brother abused me badly and went to jail for it, but I was left to scavenge for myself. I was working four jobs just trying to stay alive. I found out I was pregnant and that's when Damon found me at the motel I was staying at. He told me he would give my baby and I a good life as long as I agreed to donate blood regularly. How could I turn down such an offer? My baby may actually have a chance!" She said, smiling as she devoured the stack of pancakes.
"I guess I could see where that would be nice. Does Damon treat you well?" Elena asked as she finished filling the bag with blood.
"I have never met a kinder man than him, He is certainly a gift from Heaven!" She exclaimed happily, wiping her mouth with the napkin.
Elena left the room after she cleaned up, waving goodbye to the kind woman and her unborn baby. The last patient was just a door down, the door already open. Elena could hear music being played and walked in cautiously.
She saw a young girl applying makeup in the mirror and lip syncing to the music. The girl jumped when she noticed Elena in the door frame.
"Sorry if I scared you. I am Elena. I am here to take your blood." She said, trying to smile.
"Mmmmm...I'm Emily. Let me finish my makeup before you get all whiny" She retorted in a nasty manner. Elena could tell this was going to be her least favorite patient.
Emily did not even acknowledge Elena at all. The young girl just watched her television and ate her food. It was obvious that she just wanted to be left alone. Elena was even too scared to ask how the girl ended up there. She could not be much older than Elena. She could have passed for fifteen.
After taking the blood, she cleaned the house for the rest of the day, trying hard to impress Damon. This effort could be her ticket of this place... or so she thought!
Author's Note:No promises, but next chapter will probably get a little dark, so please be beware!