Author's Note: Thank you for continuing to read. Sometimes I doubt my writing abilities, but reading what you awesome people say and seeing that you actually like to read what I write always assures me :) This chapter is a little slower and shorter than the other two,a nd I promise the next one will be more event full, this chapter was mainly for the flashback/dream. Wherewolves coming soon…
Also, I want to know what you guys think about a Damon or Elena POV. Let me know :)
Rain falls against the window of the car, producing a steady rhythm that beats against the inky deep blue of the night sky. Why am I not running, why do I just sit here? My hand instinctively goes up to the wound on my shoulder thrumming with pain. Did he do this to me? How? I keep my gaze low, and I don't dare to risk a glance at the composed figure next to me. I know I should be frightened, but my thoughts are strangely calm. A chill runs through me; I can sense my own pulse quickening as He turns his icy blue gaze on me, placing his cold fingers on my chin. He tilts my head upward so that my gaze is level with his. I cringe slightly at his bitter English accent. "Now Dessire, be a good girl. You will not disobey, and you will not say a word."
I barely manage a single nod, and his lips curve slightly, knowing he has the power to make me do whatever it is that he pleases.
He grabs me not-so-gently by the sheer violet blouse that he had dressed me in back at the hotel, pulling me out of the sleek black car behind him. He dragged me up stone steps to the door of a massive mansion. I watched as he rang the doorbell, then swiftly rolled up his sleeve. Grabbing me by my shoulders and pulling me up against his chest, he acted as if he owned me. This was all happening in a split second, and as he bit into his wrist and forced it into my mouth, I didn't really comprehend what was happening. Someone appeared in the doorway, and their expression immediately filled shock and disbelief at the sight that they were presented with. It was then when realization hit. I pictured what I must look like to him, the stranger with perfect dark hair and piercing blue eyes. A helpless, childish girl with lost brown eyes, my shoulder length hair damp and a mess from being pushed around by my blonde captor, being force fed blood from his wrist. The taste in my mouth was sickly sweet, like honey. I welcomed it with an open mouth, sucking it through the puncture wounds like cola through a straw. Why is my mind so numb. But something shone through the film that stopped me from thinking straight. I knew everything about this scene was so wrong, so unnatural, so fucked up in so many ways. I choked on the liquid running down my throat. Tears began to roll down my cheek as I stood there.
"Hello, Mate. It seems as though Stefan has failed to get the message across. Stop Tracking Us. But since Elena seems intent on bringing your brother back despite our several warnings, and you seem intent on pleasing her, I thought I might bring you a little something to keep you two lovebirds preoccupied."
What? What is he talking about?
There's something in the dark haired man's eyes,
Recognition.
I get a sickening sensation in the pit of my stomach.
Then my captor places his cold, cruel hands on my head, one under my chin, one on top of my damp auburn waves.
And then-
I gasp, bolting up and finding myself in Damon's bed. It was only a dream, I sigh in relief.
But,
It wasn't. It happened, only a couple of days ago. According to Damon, after Klaus snapped my neck, he carried me inside, bathed the blood, rain, mud and Klaus off of me with Elena's help. They got rid of the blouse and skirt that I arrived in, and put me into one of Damon's T-Shirts and a pair of his boxers until Elena could bring me some outfits that don't fit her anymore. Then they took me downstairs, laid me down on the couch and waited.
I push away the memory. It only generates questions that I can't answer. I lay back down and toss and turn until a restless sleep finds it's way to me.
I wake with a start, making a thud on the wooden floor and rolling an extra few feet.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I shout, pushing myself off of the ground.
"You were on my side of the bed," Damon shrugs.
"So you push me halfway across the room?! And what fucking sides? That bed's way bigger than any damn king I've ever seen. You do not divide that," I point to the massive structure, "Into halves, that is divided into fourths!"
His eyes go wide and he puts his hands up in surrender.
"Ugh," I storm past him heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" He questions.
I turn to face him momentarily.
"To a room without you in it." I say in an extremely irritated tone.
He flashes to my side.
"Dessire, where are you going?" He says with genuine concern in his voice.
"Out," I respond, and adding "I don't know, The park, seven Eleven, somewhere." In a exasperated tone when he gives me a stern look.
"That's good, go compel yourself some friends," he says finaly.
I scowl, giving him the finger before leaving.
