Thank you sooo much for all the positive reviews, the response has been overwhelming. I now have a clear idea of where I want the story to go so hopefully there should be more chapters. I'm a final year uni student so my workload is pretty hefty, I apologise in advance if there is gaps between chapters, I'll try and update at least once a week. I hope you enjoy this chapter J

Damon froze, thoughts filling his minds as he scanned every inch of her fragile body, desperately trying to understand how she looked like Katherine. His eyes dashed from side to side taking her in, struggling to come to terms with what had just happened. How could she not be Katherine? He started to pace the room, trying to understand quickly, she was fading fast. She isn't Katherine he thought, or maybe she is, and she fucked you up so much that you can't tell anymore. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and tilting his head from side to side, think rationally he said to himself over and over. She is NOT Katherine... you need to kill her!

Elena's head hung over her chest, her wrists burning, the rope having grazed her skin where she had struggled so much. She could feel the blood trickling down her neck, the warmth of it reminding her of how cold she was, how quickly she was fading and loosing herself. Slight relief sat in her mind as he had finally realised she wasn't who he thought she was, she wasn't Katherine and for once, she had never felt so happy to be herself. She could hear him pacing up and down, stopping occasionally to look at her, what was he thinking? What was he going to do to her? Suddenly he stopped and sat in the chair opposite her, his eyes burning into her, this was it she thought, I'm either going to die or he is going to let me go. Her heart began to race, both the options weighing heavily in her mind, she needed to focus, needed to calm herself down, but she couldn't, how could she?, her life was in the hands of a mad man. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she became more worked up. Her breathing grew heavier, she was on the brink of hyperventilating, but she couldn't stop. Sweat began to form on her head, her temperature increasing. She could feel herself burning, her body becoming weak, her eyes becoming fuzzy as reality slipped away...suddenly everything turned black.

Damon sat slumped in the chair, his gaze never moving from her. She, whoever she was, had passed out and he was grateful, this would give him more time to think. He lifted her chin seeing her eyes loosely shut, and turned her head from side to side trailing the lines of her face, scanning the work he had just completed. He winced as he saw the shallow cuts on her cheek, dried blood coating her face. He moved his eyes to her neck; graze after graze flashing before him. He couldn't help but smile, if this had been Katherine he would have been pleased with his work, but it wasn't. He dropped her face, returning to his slumped position as he mulled over what he was going to do. He continued to stare at her, his head occasionally tilting to the side whenever her body jolted or gasped, taking in her human form and trying to understand it, trying to figure out what he could do with it.

Damon deliberated for hours, finally coming to a decision, he knew what he had to do, there was no other choice, no other way around it...he had to kill her!

He leaned forward: a new decision needed to be made, do I kill her whilst she's sleeping or do I wake her up? He hesitated for a few seconds, before concluding that most people would want to know that they were about to die, have time to prepare themselves. He figured she could at least die with a nice thought in her mind, choose what she wanted to be thinking, what her last words were to be, he at least owed her that.

He lightly slapped her across the face hoping to rouse her, but she didn't respond. He clapped his hands, thinking the noise would bring her around, but still she didn't respond. His eyes fell to a bottle of water on the floor beside her and he knelt down, taking it in his hand and unscrewing it. A smirk curved its way over his lips; he was going to enjoy this. He threw the water at her face before throwing the bottle aside and stepping closer to her.

"Come on wake up, it's time" he said in a low voice, bringing his face closer to hers

Elena threw her head back gasping, coughing as the water made its way into her system. She struggled to catch her breath, her eyes darting everywhere, taking in her surroundings and desperately hoping that her ordeal had just been a horrible dream. Her eyes began to settle, tears forming in them as she realised the truth.

Damon clutched her face in his hands, brushing her hair back and looked into her eyes.

"It's time." he repeated himself.

"Are you going to kill me?" she sobbed, a tear escaping her eyes and rolling down her cheek.

"Yes" he said bluntly.

"Ppplease don't, I'll do anything, please just let me go. I won't tell anyone I promise." she pleaded.

"I can't take that risk." he said tilting her head to the side.

Elena began to struggle, desperately trying to break free from his hold, but it was pointless, only making him tighten his grip of her.

"Don't be afraid." he compelled, his pupils widening to her.

Her neck was exposed to him, her vein pulsating and ready for him. He bared his fangs to her before violently sinking them into her neck. Blood rushed into his mouth, spewing down her chest as she clenched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth together, small yelps escaping her throat as he ravaged her. His body began to buzz as the sweet taste of her made its way into his system, coursing its way through his veins. She started to shake under him; he could hear her heart racing, the adrenaline pumping through her as he continued to feed. She started to become limp, her life being sucked out of her, causing him to tighten his grip. He grew wild, draining what was left out of her, feeling her becoming weaker and weaker under his hold, convulsing as he buried his fangs deeper, wanting to get every last drop. Tears flowed from her eyes, she didn't feel scared, but she couldn't control her body, allowing the tears to fall freely down her face. Images of her life flashed before her eyes, everyone she loved, every time she had laughed, cried or smiled being laid out in front of her. Her pulse began to slow as she was overcome with emotions feeling resigned and accepting of her fate.

Suddenly she was pulled back in as Damon ripped his mouth from her body, pushing himself away from her. He buried his face into his hands pull yourself together he thought she isn't Katherine, why have you stopped, finish the job a voice in his head shouted at him. You could keep her, make her yours, she could be your Katherine another part of him screamed.

"But that's a lie." he growled out loud to himself.

Everyone lives a lie he reasoned with himself this could be his beautiful lie, he thought.

His gaze returned to her, his mind made up. He walked over to her, leaning over her weak body in reach of her hands. He snapped the rope that bound them with ease, letting her fall into him. He held her up, looking at her face seeing a wash of confusion run over it as her eyes fell shut. He lifted her into his arms, her body limp and lifeless, her head flung back over his arm swaying as he walked. He made his way outside, the sunlight peering down on her face, her similarities to Katherine becoming more visible to him. She was beautiful, even with all the blood and smudged make up. He could see something in her, she was Katherine, but there was something else about her, something different, but he didn't know what. He reached his car, opening the back door and sliding her over the seat. His body hovered over her for a second, a smile spreading across his lips, she was perfect and she was his!

Damon drove for what seemed like hours, his eyes scanning the road in front of him, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to check on the lifeless girl that was spread across his backseat. Suddenly he stopped, coming to a small house in the middle of nowhere. He got out the car, making his way over to the door and peered through the letterbox. He knocked on the door and put on his best smile, waiting for someone to answer.

"Hi" he said, as a young woman answered the door, looking puzzled.

"I'm really sorry, but I'm having car trouble, I was wondering if I could borrow your phone, my cell has no service." he purred, flashing her a smirk.

The women gulped, overcome by how gorgeous he was, a red flush spreading across her cheeks.

"Of course you can, come on in." she stuttered.

He rolled his bottom lip up into his mouth sucking on it before stepping inside and placing his hands on her face.

"Thank you." he said snapping her neck with ease, allowing her body to fall to the floor.

He stepped over her, his eyes roaming the house. He walked around checking that nobody else was lurking, a small smile appearing on his lips as his finished his search.

"Perfect." he said to himself.

He made his way back outside, a cheerful whistle coming from his mouth as he approached the car. He peered through the window, his lips curving into a smile as he saw her lifeless body waiting for him. He crept inside; his body lingering over hers, a slight smell of old blood filled his nose making him shiver in excitement. He pulled her from the car, cradling her in his arms as he strolled into the house, walking through the hallways until he came to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and began removing her blood stained clothes, chucking them to one side, his eyes darting all over her body. She was small and delicate with cuts and bruises smeared all over her. His hands roamed over her wounds, his fingers licking up the blood as he sucked them into his mouth. His eyes fell shut, the taste of her was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He shifted his weight from the bed and took a seat on a chair across the room, watching her intently, completely fascinated with every inch of her.

Elena's eyes flickered open and slowly adjusted to the dark. Her breath hitched in her throat as she realised she was somewhere new, her hands trailing down the bed covers, making it clear that she was in someone's bedroom. She ached everywhere, her head feeling heavy and pounding, her right leg throbbing, an agonising shooting pain traveling across her chest. She turned her head to the side trying to make out her surroundings, she felt like death but she needed to get out of here. She turned her head back, a stabbing pain suddenly consuming her. She lifted her hand to her neck, her eyes growing wide as she felt two puncture wounds. Tears formed in her eyes as the previous events flashed before her eyes. She cupped her mouth, scared to make a sound, worried her cries would be heard and that a new ordeal would begin. She breathed slowly, desperately trying to think of a way to escape. Her hands traveled over her body, marking out the areas that she felt pain, knowing that it would take everything she had to get her out of here. She suddenly stumbled over the fact that she lay in underwear, it was freezing outside. If she left like this she could die, but if she stayed here she could also die. Her survival instincts kicked in, she knew that she didn't have long, she needed to be up and out of here as quickly as possible, there was no time for clothes. It was now or never. She sat up, her hand still plastered over her mouth muffling the winces that rumbled from her throat. She hooked her legs over the side of the bed, and took a deep breath before standing up. The moment her feet hit the floor a surge of pain shot up her leg, the gash in her thigh releasing a small amount of blood as the muscle contracted. She almost fell to the floor, the pain unbearable. She leaned against the wall for support and stumbled over to the door, freedom in sight.

Just as her hand gripped the door handle a light flicked on, fear freezing her to that spot. She gulped, her stomach doing somersaults, a sick feeling developing in the pit of it. She was too scared to turn around, terrified at what she might see. She closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks as she started to sob. She leaned her head against the door, needing support, her body nearly giving out due to the pain and dread raging through her inch by inch.

"Going somewhere?" Damon said, a sarcastic tone in his voice.

Her breath caught in her throat, the sound of his voice sending chills down her spine. She stood completely still not knowing whether to answer him or remain silent.

"Well?" he said waiting for her to respond.

Her hand started to shake, she had to do something, but what? She took a deep breath, desperately trying to calm herself. She quickly turned the handle, pulling the door open and limped into the hallway. She took a quick glance back, seeing him jump from the chair and make his way to the door. She slammed her hand against the wall, sliding her palm along it as she tried to walk quickly, her other hand grasping her thigh, wincing as she hobbled through the hallway.

Damon stood in the doorway, watching her in excitement as she tried to escape him. A smirk grew on his lips as his mind ran over how much fun she could potentially be. He let her reach the end of the hallway before he made a move, walking slowly along the wooden floor, following the small trail of blood that had oozed from her thigh. He whistled contentedly to himself, fully aware that she would never outrun him.

"You can run all you want." he shouted happily.

"But you're never going to be able to hide from me." he added.

Elena reached the front door, a gasp being released from her throat as she took in the sight of the dead woman lying in the doorway. She threw her hand over her mouth in horror, the gravity of her situation becoming more apparent by the second. She pulled the door open, only for it to be slammed shut again, Damon's hand pressing firmly against it. He pushed himself into her back, nestling his head into the crook of her neck, taking in her smell.

"I told you." he whispered.

Elena threw her head back violently, hitting him in the face. It knocked him off balance, making him stumble back a couple of steps. She pulled the door open again, this time making it outside. She limped down the steps, trying her best to make it to the grass. Suddenly, she was pulled back, as Damon's hand grasped her hair, yanking her into him. He clenched his hand round her neck, squeezing tightly, making her gasp.

"Now, I'm mad." he said angrily.

He led her back inside, his hand never moving from around her neck. Elena struggled to breathe, her face becoming red under his grip. Tears built in her eyes as he shoved her back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. She fell forward, her hands grabbing the bed sheets as she frantically tried to catch her breath. He flipped her around, pushing himself against her chest, his hand making its way to her throat once again. He pressed his face against hers.

"Don't ever do that again." he seethed.

He shoved her onto the bed, and she scrambled away, only to have him grab the bottom of her leg and pull her back to him. He sat on her hips, straddling her, pinning her wrists to the bed to keep her still.

"GET OFF OF ME!" she screamed.

"Oooh, feisty now, are we?" he laughed.

She wriggled under him, kicking her legs and twisting her hips, trying to budge him from on top of her. He gripped her face, moving his closer.

"Don't move." he compelled her.

Tears rolled down her face, confusion filling her mind as she tried to understand why she could no longer move.

Damon lifted his bum, taking a knife out of his back pocket, resting it against her throat. Her eyes grew wide, the blade being pressed against her flesh sending fear through her body.

"What's your name" he asked.

"Fuck...you..." she whispered.

He pressed the blade harder against her throat.

"I've got all the time in the world, yours is looking limited." he reasoned.

"Now, what's your name?"

"Elena" she answered.

"Right, Elena, you will now go by the name of Katherine, do you understand?" he said widening his eyes to her.

"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Damon." he said, flashing her a cheeky grin.

"I want to say something." she whispered, "Come closer."

He leaned into her, intrigued and excited.

"Closer…." she pleaded.

He pressed his face against hers, his mouth inches from hers. Suddenly she took his lips between her teeth, biting down as hard as she could until the taste of blood filled her mouth.

He growled, ripping his mouth from hers, throwing the knife to one side, replacing it with his hand. He licked the blood from his lips a smile growing on them.

"You really shouldn't have done that."

Damon began to trail his hand down her body, roaming her curves, lingering over the lace of her bra. He made circles over her nipples wanting her to understand just what she had let herself in for. She closed her eyes, a tear escaping as she thought over what was about to happen.

He smoothed his hands down her chest, making his way to her underwear. He shifted his weight, moving further down the bed. He gripped her thighs tightly, spreading them, sitting in the gap he had just created. Slowly he moved his hands up her thighs, stroking his fingers over the top of her underwear. She gasped under his touch, not fully prepared for what was about to happen.

He ripped her underwear from her, exposing her feminine parts to him, a smile appearing on his face. He edged his fingers closer, using one of them to part her slit. Elena chewed on her bottom lip, desperately trying to feel anything but his touch. He sucked his fingers into his mouth, wetting them for her, before returning them. He flicked over her clit, feeling her shudder under him, his smirk growing bigger.

Suddenly he dipped a finger into her, curling it inside of her before pulling it back out. She clenched his eyes shut, throwing her head from side to side in disbelief. He placed a hand on her stomach, pushing her firmly to the bed, stopping her from wriggling. She tried to focus on something else, anything that would occupy her mind while he took advantage of her. He shoved his fingers back into her, driving them in and out of her core, his thumb circling her nub, his want growing for her. She fought with herself, not wanting him to violate her, but unable to control the pleasure building in her.

He could feel her beginning to change under him, her body taking over, her mind somewhere else. He curled his fingers inside her and her juices began to flow freely, her hips bucking to his touch. She couldn't believe what she was doing, becoming a willing participate in this twisted situation, but her mind was gone and all that was left was a burning want growing inside of her.

She gripped the bed sheets as he worked his fingers in and out of her, small gasps escaping her throat, her breathing becoming more rapid with each slide of his fingers. He hovered over her, bringing his mouth to her neck, planting kisses over her wound, his tongue flicking over the dried blood. She could feel him hard against her, as she rocked onto his fingers, wave after wave of pleasure surging through her entire body.

He began to nibble at her neck, waiting for his fangs to pierce his gums, wanting to taste her. He wrapped a hand over her mouth as he bit down into her neck, blood pouring from the already open wound. She screamed, her cries muffled by his hand as he drank from her. He increased his speed within her, his fingers hitting her spot, as a mixture of pain and pleasure ripped through her body. He pulled his mouth from her neck replacing it with his hand, squeezing it as he felt her walls tighten around him.

She couldn't breathe, but she didn't care, as Damon drove his fingers into her a few more times. Her body convulsed under him and he released his hold on her neck as she flew into orgasm, the dizzy sensation mixed with her climax sending her over the edge. She moaned out loud over and over, as her wetness pooled around his fingers, her hips shaking repeatedly into him.

He slowed his fingers, licking her juices into his mouth before resting his body over hers. He brushed against the side of her face, his mouth inches from her ear.

"Do you understand now?" he whispered.

Elena couldn't form a sentence, her mind in complete shock over what had just happened.

"Mmhmm." she managed to mumble.

"You're Katherine. You will do whatever I want you to do, and I can do whatever I want with you." he ordered.

"You are my beautiful lie."