You've got the Love
Chapter 2
Elena POV
Shifting uncomfortably on the dirt floor I pulled my knees up to my chest to stop myself from shivering. The wind howled in the distance and made the dust swirl around the room like a flock of birds circling over their prey. If I had been human I wouldn't be able to see through the Cimmerian shade of the dim room, but my elevated sight let me see the room clearly. I had no idea where I was, but I knew I was in a huge building. I could tell by the way the building creaked in the wind, and the way my voice echoed off the walls beyond the room I was trapped in. I had tried everything to get out of this room, but I could not find a way out. I searched every corner of the room, tried kicking the door in, and screamed at the top of my lungs to try to get someone's attention, but none of my advances seemed to get me anywhere closer to getting out of this room. From what I could tell I hadn't been hurt or injured, but I had a terrifying stone in the bottom of my stomach telling me that whoever had taken me hadn't done it with good intentions. The room I was sitting in was empty with the exception of a shag carpet covering the floor, and an old antique oil lamp sitting idly in the corner. The room smelled of gin and cigar smoke. If I had been alive in the nineteen thirties this is what I imagine it would smell like. The bittersweet fragrance filled my nose and went straight to my head making me feel lightheaded. The crown molding on the ceiling was skillfully crafted with an intricate design of whirls, swirls, and crimps. My teeth chattered uncontrollably, and weakly, I crawled over to the oil lamp and lit the lantern. Rubbing my hands together I blew hot breathe into my hands trying to get the feeling back into them. Looking straight into the glowing flame a memory came rushing to the surface of my mind. I remember the longing looks, the sweet soft kisses that felt like rose petals submerging my body in overwhelming pleasure. I can still hear the soothing, melodious words of love and affection whispered in my ear making me shiver with delight, the gleam of the blazing fire off our faces as we swayed back and forth to the rhythmic pumping of our lungs. Our heart beats synched to one-another as we became one. A tear rolled down my cheek as I reviled in my feelings for Damon. I would do anything for him to be here right now, to hold me in his arms and tell me everything is going to be okay. I don't care about the sire bond anymore. I know my feelings for him are real.
Suddenly, the sound of hushed voices pulled me from my daydream. The voices seemed to be getting closer and closer to me, and I froze in my position on the floor. My breathing became short and my heart beat accelerated to a thousand beats per minute. I was running out of time as I tried to summon some sort of game plan to get me out of this mess. The voices outside the door suddenly halted, and all I could hear was my erratic heartbeat thumping loud in my ears like a drum. Times slowed as the brass door knob twisted, and the door flew open.
At the last second I flew over to the dark corner of the room to hide from out of site. Two men walked into the room looking perplexed. They were looking for me.
"Where is the girl?" The taller one of the men said roughly. The Salvatores were not going to come to my rescue this time, like so many times before. I needed to be my own hero, and save myself. Closing my eyes I summoned all my strength, and courage. I opened my eyes with determination and aggression. I could feel the power rising inside of me just waiting to be released. Like a caged animal waiting to pounce on its prey.
"Looking for me?" I said sauntering into the light with my fangs drawn. The men turned to me and stared, eyes wide with fear. I thought I had won the battle, but suddenly their faces turned into rage and they both lunged for me. Using my cat-like reflexed I darted to the other side room to avoid being tackled. These men were human, and slow. This was going to be easy.
I strolled into the middle of the room, and waited for them to attack me again. The taller of the two men charged at me with his eyes blazing. I quickly took him by the shoulders and threw him into the other man. A thud echoed throughout the room as they both hit the wall. 'STRIKE' I thought myself with a laugh. Walking over to the duo I made sure they were out. The impact off the wall knocked them out cold. Everything worked out perfectly. I didn't intend on killing them. All I wanted was to keep them down long enough, so I could get away. Cautiously I poked my head out of the tiny room and into the narrow hallway. I listened…I listened for any other movement or voices throughout the massive hotel, but the ominous sound of the howling wind blocked out any other sounds of the building. When I gave myself the all clear, I took off, sprinting down the hallway. I wanted to get out of this wretched building as fast as I could. I ran around corners, and downstairs, and through rooms. Finally, I could see the exit before me, a door to my freedom. I could see the night air whisping around, and it had never looked so free. As I stood at the edge of freedom and confinement I had never felt more proud of myself.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a voice, not just any voice though, I recognize the voice. It was him. My blood froze in my veins, and my body started to quiver. He was in pain. He needed me. I had never heard so much pain in anyone's voice. My initial reaction was to just bust in without thinking and wing it, but I knew I needed to be smart about this. I had no idea who I was up against, or how many I was up against. But first I needed to find him. Maybe I was hearing things, but out of curiosity I followed his voice. I found myself on the second floor facing a balcony looking over a colossal foyer. Peeking over the edge I could see a man crouching down in front of another man. I couldn't see the man in the chairs face it was cover by an eerie shadow, but I could see an extensive amount of blood collecting at the base of the chair. Before I had any time to ponder what was unraveling in front of me the door of the parlor smashed open. A big burly man came stomping in.
The man crouched in front of the chair didn't even turn around, but he held his hand out toward the big man and said, "Bring her to me." My breath caught in my throat as I heard his request. He was talking about me. Why would I have anything to do with this? The big man immediately looked guilty as he quietly whispered something I didn't quite understand.
Suddenly an up roar of yelling happened, and I didn't miss it this time.
"SHE ESCAPED?!" The man screeched. His face turned deep red with anger, and I could practically see smoke coming out of his ears.
The man came up from his crouched position and I could finally see the man in the chairs face. Please no, please no, please no. I pleaded to myself. A sob escaped my lips as my heart broke at the sight. I no longer cared about the other men in the room, all I could see was the broken soul sitting in front of me. Suddenly his face snapped up, and his tear stained face looked right at me. Brown on ice blue. Light on dark. Love on Love.
"Damon"
