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2. Salvation

*Damon POV*

My hands gripped the wheel in front of me. I was nervous. Why the hell am I nervous? I'm one of the most confident people I know. My douche of a best friend sitting beside me had to make matters worse.

"Hey Damon, good luck in there. I'll pray that you won't piss in your pants," he said while cracking up at his own terrible joke.

"Shut up, Ric. This is serious. Don't fuck this up for me." Ric has been on plenty of missions, but this is my first one. We were driving to an abandoned warehouse in the slums of New York City. I don't remember exactly what we were going there for. I forgot because I couldn't help but get excited over my first mission. While driving, I saw women at every corner trying to sell themselves, men huddled up in alleys obviously making drug deals, and homeless people roaming all over the streets. Despite the fact that we were witnessing crimes in front of our eyes, we ignored it fearing we would lose sight of our mission. I saw a fellow FBI car pull into a driveway and I reluctantly followed it.

We're here? Already?

I felt my stomach tighten and my palms became cold and sweaty. No, I worked too damn hard for this. I stepped out of the car and saw agents wearing their bullet proof vests and FBI jackets over. I wore the same thing and damn, did I feel badass. I pulled the gun out of my holster that was wrapped around my waist. I gripped my black pistol with both hands and aimed it to the floor. I heard the lead agent call my name. Well... The nickname everyone called me.

"Hey Rookie! Wanna lead this one?" I looked at the lead agent who had short, blonde, straight hair, wore grey slacks and.. heels? Are those heels? What the fuck? Who wears heals on a mission?

"Agent Forbes," I say confident and smoothly. "It would be an honor to lead this raid," I finished off saying while bowing my head to her as if she were royalty. I did that a lot. I would use my charm and amazingly good looks to compel people into doing what I wanted, but on the inside I was screaming. What the hell did I agree to? What if I suck at being an agent? Even worse... What if... What if I get shot? I push that aside from my mind while Agent Forbes was giving us directions. In a group of about ten agents, we split into two teams of five. Me, Ric, the lead agent, Elizabeth Forbes, and two other agents were assigned to infiltrate the the building while the remaining five stood behind us just in case there was an ambush. Our team of five began walking around the building to find any kind of entrance. Since I was leading, I was ahead of everybody and I was scared as hell.

"Hey, don't sweat it buddy. I'm right behind you," I heard Ric whisper to me. As much as he pissed me off at times, Ric was a good friend and a hell of a drinking buddy. After a few minutes of walking, we stumbled upon a green, rusty door on the side of the building. The five of us gathered around taking cover in various locations surrounding the door. At the moment, I had no idea what was surging through my head, but I felt bold. I took a few steps back from the door and jogged up to it ready to break it down. Here we go. My foot hit the door as it slammed loudly on the concrete floor inside of the building.

"Freeze! FBI!" I yelled while running and taking cover behind a storage bin inside. A few minutes passed before I heard footsteps echoing through the building.

"Nice try, asshole, but the warehouse is empty. Oh yeah, the door was unlocked too," I heard as Ric made his way into the building. I felt a burning sensation in my cheeks as I came out from behind the storage bin. I looked around and it was indeed empty. Fuck, I made a complete fool out of myself. I just walked away nonchalantly trying to preserve my badass look.

"We're too late. Let's do a final sweep before we leave," Liz ordered, but her tone sounded defeated. I kept my gun out and aimed it toward the floor. While going through the warehouse, I saw a long hall with curtains set up in front of each room. I went over to clear a room and I saw a bed with ripped, dirty sheets, a bucket that smelled vile, and... Condoms. I felt sick. I remember what this place is. It's a human trafficking facility. How could I have forgotten? I felt like a complete asshole. I continued down the hall clearing more rooms and was not surprised to see the same thing every time. As I approached another room to clear, I couldn't believe what I saw. There was a girl lying on the floor. She was wearing only her bra and underwear, her skin was stained with dirt, and her long brown hair covered her face.

"Hey! We need some help over here!" I called to the agents in hopes that they heard me. I bent down to see if she was still alive. I lifted her up off the ground and onto me so that her head was resting on my arm and her torso on my lap. I was relieved to see her chest moving and feel her breathing. I looked at her closely and saw injection holes in her arm. I felt bad for this girl knowing the kinds of things she went through. I lifted her up as I stood and laid her on the bed nearby. I stood next to her and I noticed that none of the agents came to check on me. "Ric! Liz! Get your asses over here! I said I needed help!" I yelled from outside the room. I returned to the girl and sat next to her on the bed. I didn't noticed it at first because I wasn't looking at her face. For being in a hellhole like this, she was beautiful. She had soft features with olive skin, long eyelashes, and plump, pink lips. I further saw that she was still exposed so I took off my jacket and covered her body with it. Looking at her mesmerizingly beautiful face again, I stroked a stray strand of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. I was partially shocked when I saw her eyes dart open. She sat up from her bed and pushed me against my chest.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled after pushing. The force caused me to stand up. I saw her curl into a fetal position and she began crying. "Who are you? What are you going to do with me?" she asked me with a quiver in her voice that made her sound terrified.

"My name is Damon. I'm with the FBI," I said calmly while showing her my badge. "I'm not gonna hurt you." I saw her relax a little, but still saw caution in her brown, doe eyes. I took my jacket that had fallen to the floor and I stepped toward her. "Do you want to wear my jacket? It's kind of cold in here." I came even closer to her and flung my arms around her to put the jacket on her shoulders. I saw her flinch while doing this, and felt that she did not trust me. I took a few steps back as the young girl put her arms through the sleeves of my jacket.

Damn it! Where was everyone? If they don't come to me, I guess I have to come to them.

I moved toward the girl on the bed. "Hey, let's get you out of here. You will be safe with us. We'll protect you." I tried to put my hand on her arm, but she quickly pulled it out of reach.

"I said for you to not touch me!" she yelled at me while getting off of the bed to run away. As soon as the girl's delicate feet touched the floor, she began to collapse to the ground. Instinctively, I dove toward her and caught her in my arms. She still had her feet dangling on the floor while she struggled against me. She was scratching at my shirt, punching my chest, and kicking her feet wildly. "Let go of me! I said let me go! Please let go…" she yelled, but soon began to lose her strength.

"Hey, hey, hey. I know you don't want me to hold on to you, but if I let go, you're gonna fall to the floor," I tried to reason with her as she fought me with all of the power she had left. Slowly, her movements weakened and I felt her slowly lose consciousness. I saw the hot tears streaming down her face, and all I felt was sorrow and sympathy for the damaged girl. As she was passing out she whispered something to me. I couldn't quite make it out at first, but then I realized that she was begging.

"Please… Please don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you," I replied while lowering an arm to the back of her knees and completely lifting her up off the ground. "Everything is going to be alright. You are going to be alright." She closed her eyes and I felt her stiff body relax into mine. I carried her out of the room, bridal style, and began making my out of the warehouse. I heard a high-pitched, annoying laugh from outside. I exited the building and felt overwhelmed with anger at the sight of my co-workers taking a siesta. "Thanks for the help guys," I muttered while passing by them.

Ric rushed to walk next to me as he said, "What the hell happened?"

"While you guys were busy taking a lunch break in the middle of a sweep, I found this poor girl lying on the floor, looking like she was on the verge of death," I said with a sarcastic smile. We stopped walking when we reached my car. "Open the door will you? Make yourself useful, since you did jack shit," I cruelly said to my best friend.

"Look, I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to-" Ric began.

"It's okay," I said to him, forgiving him instantly because he was my closest and only friend. "What's gonna happen to her," I asked Ric while putting the delicate girl into my backseat.

"Well, first, we have to get her to the hospital. They'll need to do a check up, X-ray, test for STDs, all sorts of things. After that, we will try to locate her family and return her to them."

"What if she doesn't have a family?" I asked Ric curiously. He looked at me strangely before he gave his response.

"If, worse comes to worst, then she will just be released," Ric informed me with a sigh.

"What do you mean by released?"

"Uhhh… do you know what released means?" All of a sudden I got pissed again.

"Nevermind," I sighed while walking away from him. "I get your point." I was getting into my car and heard Ric call out to me again.

"Damon!" I looked to him while starting my engine. "Why do you even care?" I ignored him and drove to the nearest hospital, but the question was still echoing in my head.

Why did I care?

Wow! All I need to say is; THANK YOU! I got some really good feedback and I was inspired to write another chapter! I started last night and stayed up until four in the morning trying to finish! I hope you liked my introduction to Damon and the beginning of Delena. There is still more to come. Please review this chapter and give me your honest opinions. Once again THANK YOU! :)

*SPOILER ALERT* It will get worse before it gets better.