Scream

From the Song: Scream by Avenged Sevenfold

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I hope L.J. Smith or the CW doesn't pull an "Anne Rice" because I LOVE writing FanFiction about it! I don't own it, if I did, Ian Somerhalder would probably NEVER have clothes on! :D

…you laugh like I'm kidding…

A/N: I just realized that I had accidently put "Damon/Elena" on the top of the last chapter. Sorry. It's not Damon and Elena, it's just a story about Damon. I'm a blonde, be gentle. LOL

Chapter 3

Elena and Stefan walked downstairs together because Elena needed a glass of water, and Stefan didn't trust Damon enough not to attack her. Elena thought that he was going a little too far; Damon would never hurt her.

"Damon?" Elena called.

"Yeeesss?" He stood up from the couch.

At least he has clothes on. Stefan thought.

"Where's…that girl?" She asked him.

He shrugged. "I have no idea. I think I might have turned her."

"WHAT?" Stefan yelled.

"It's fine," Damon assured with a smirk. "She's doesn't live in Mystic Falls."

Elena headed towards the kitchen and before Stefan could stop him, Damon was immediately in front of her.

"Where are you going?"

"The kitchen." She said boldly, not scared at all.

He frowned. "You're not afraid of me."

"Why would I be?"

Damon laughed and leaned down close to Elena and whispered dramatically, "Because I could rip your throat out before my brother could do anything about it."

"But you won't." Elena said bravely, despite her racing heart.

"Really?" He crossed his arms and smirked at her. "And why is that?"

"Because you love me."

Her statement didn't even make him blink. "Really? And what makes you think I do? What makes you think that I'm not just using you for my own little innocent 'Katherine.' Like Stefan was." He smirked at them.

"Because I'm not stupid." She stepped closer to him, forgetting Stefan was even in the room. "I drank vervain in my tea that night. You tried to compel me and you left before I could say anything."

Damon narrowed his eyes at her. Then slowly, his lips pulled into a grin, though it was a cold, psychopathic smile. In a flash, he reached out and pulled her neckalce off of her neck.

"Damon!" She made a grab for it, but he held it out of reach.

He laughed. "You're afraa-aaaid." He sing-songed tautingly.

"I-"

"I thought you didn't think I would hurt you?"

"I know you won't."

He cocked his head to the side and grinned evilly at her. "Then why is heart about to jump out of your ribcage?"

She didn't say anything.

"Oh, Elena." He pressed his forehead to hers, ignoring his little brother's agitation. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His fingers gripped the back of her neck almost painfully and he traced his nose along her jaw, seemingly soothingly. "The smell of your fear is intoxicating."

He felt her body begin to tremble in fright.

He growled low in his throat and his fangs lengthened. He had no intention to bite her, at least not in front of Stefan, but she didn't know that.

"Elena…" He purred, lightly scraped a fang across her neck.

She gasped and pushed him back. "Get away from me!" She stumbled back before Stefan caught her.

Damon laughed. "You are such a little liar, Elena."

"What?"

"You are afraid of me, even if you don't admit it." He grinned, feeling a sense of déjà vu from when he tried to get her to tell him she loved him. Oh well. Nothing but a memory now.

Elena's necklace still in his hand, he disappeared upstairs.

Damon lay still on his bed, not thinking, and not feeling. He just lay there, almost like an empty shell. He absently ran his tongue over his canines, thinking of how close Elena's blood was to him. He could have drained her there without a second thought. True, he may have had to rip his brother's head off afterwards, but he still could have.

If he listened closely, he could hear the gentle thumping of Elena's heartbeat, pumping blood through her veins. Damon licked his lips. He rose his arm up and let Elena's neckalce dangle above his chest. He looked at it curiously. Just staring at it intently.

He could smell the vervain inside of it, mixed with Elena's scent. He had to admit, he wasn't lying when he said the smell of her fear was intoxicating. Almost as much as her arousal, which he of course sensed many times in the past when he did certain things around her. He could only imagine what she'd smell like with both of the feelings. How enthralling she would be to him with his newly heightened senses and resurfacing animalistic urges?

Damon growled softly at the thought, feeling himself get suddenly very hard.

He stood up quickly and walked silently and stealthily down the hall to Stefan's room. Stefan was asleep, and, based on her heartbeat, she was trying to sleep, but unable to. Damon very slowly opened the door and peeked in. It was pitch black inside, but he could see the outline of Elena's body under the covers perfectly.

"Psst." He said.

Elena nearly jumped out of her skin, but looked at him. "What?" She whispered.

He held up her necklace, but made no move to come towards her. It was a typical cliche way to get the prey to come, but Elena was still ignorant enough to think that he wouldn't hurt her in this state. He rose an eyebrow and she slowly crawled out of bed without waking Stefan and walked over to him.

Damon grabbed her, putting ong hand over her mouth and began to compel her. "You will not scream."

He wouldn't have Stefan waking and attacking him. He didn't mind her struggling – he almost got off on it now. Sure, he could have compelled her to be willing to go with him, but where's the fun in that?

Damon grabbed her arm and she struggled against him, but didn't scream. She couldn't. Damon carried her at superhuman speed out into the woods so there was no chance she would find her way back to town on her own if she ran like he wanted her to.

He put her on the ground and she immediately stood and began running, but she didn't scream – she couldn't. She made it almost halfway through the woods when her legs began to get tired, her chest was heaving, and the cold air made her shiver (she was still in her pajamas). She didn't hear Damon behind her, which she suspected, but she hid behind a thick tree, knowing he would probably find her, but there was no way her legs would carry her any farther.

Why the hell couldn't she scream?

"Elenaaaaa…." She heard Damon's voice echo, so she couldn't tell which direction it came from. "Elena? I can hear your heartbeat." His voice told her he was grinning. "I can smell your fear, Elena." She began to tremble and she heard him laugh.

"Elena…" He said, softer this time.

She took a half-step away from the tree, then stepped back. That's what he wanted – he wanted her to think she could trust him, just so he could prove her wrong. That's when it hit her.

He was gone. Damon was gone. Everything she…loved about him was gone. He was now a monster. She was sorry this had happened, but she was mostly sorry that she didn't tell him she loved him. Why did he have to "Compell" her? She loved him, too.

That was the last thought she had before she felt two sharp teeth sink into her neck.