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Chapter 3: Catch
Damon tossed a jacket into the half full suitcase and zipped it close. Hoisting it onto his shoulder, he listened out for Stefan.
He heard the whisper of a page turning, and the faint beat of music.
How emo of him – still listening to music and pouring over poetry.
He was one carton of ice cream away from being a girl and getting his period, Damon thought with a chuckle.
Satisfied he would leave unnoticed, he sauntered to the new blacked out SUV he'd purchased, throwing his luggage in the back.
"Bye bye, baby brother," he dramatically flung out an arm towards Stefan's window.
"I'm off to seduce your girlfriend. And if she proves unwilling..." His lips curved into a cruel smirk.
"Then I resort to kidnap. Any objections?"
He heard a page turn again.
"Didn't think so."
Whistling a jaunty tune, he jumping into the car and gunned the engine.
7:15.
Just enough time to hit the shopping mall to pick out some delicious clothes for Elena.
His blood hummed with anticipation.
Eight o clock couldn't come sooner.
Oh god, Oh god, Oh god. This is really happening.
Elena smoothed down her dress and glanced at the clock.
7:55.
He'd be expecting her any second.
She spun to glance at the mirror again. A slim, raven haired beauty stared back, eyes wide and luminous.
Like a deer caught in headlights, she thought to herself.
She had curled the ends of her hair to create soft waves. A one shouldered dress in navy, fell a few inches above her knees. Black high heels and clutch bag complemented the look.
This was wrong.
Tears of frustration came to her eyes, and she blinked them back furiously.
She had gone to great lengths to look desirable for her boyfriend's brother – a killer – with no morals or code of decency.
She was quite clearly insane. Being attracted to Damon Salvatore screamed MISTAKE! In huge. Neon. Letters.
Her clock flickered red.
7:58.
She took a few gasping breaths to steady her fragile nerves. Marginally composed, she walked to the window and shimmied down the trellis; bag and shoes in one hand.
Elena didn't dare go through the front door, for fear of anyone questioning where she was going. Damon had left strict instructions to tell nobody, and she feared her shaky demenor would contradict any lie she attempted to concoct.
She padded down the road, pausing at the end to slip her shoes on.
There, she waited, trembling with fear of what the night would hold.
She looked beautiful, her dress revealing tantilising skin that looked velvety soft, just begging to be touched.
He stopped himself from accelerating, and forced him to cruise to a slow stop infront of her but she made no move to get in.
Prey always need bait, he thought sardonically.
Damon buzzed down a window, and their eyes met.
He was sucker punched by lust, upon meeting the frightened gaze of wide innocent brown eyes.
He could picture those eyes now, looking up at him from her knees - oh she would be tentative – at first!
He would delight in teaching her, ruining her for his brother and anybody else.
He snapped out his daydream and glared.
She still hadn't moved.
"Elena..." he warned.
Her hand shot out, opening the door for her to shimmy in.
He let out a satisfied growl.
In seconds, they were speeding down the highway.
Elena fidgeted, feeling warm and uncomfortable in the car.
She opened her mouth to ask to open a window when a pale arm shot out to flick on the AC.
"Better?" he asked in a rough voice.
She nodded, and found her voice.
"Thanks. Where are we going?"
He smirked at her and grabbed her hand. She made to tug it away but was met with a pout.
"Elena, what's the harm? You have such a bad impression of me. Tonight I plan on changing that distorted image you have in your pretty little mind."
His fingers caressed hers, making her shift in awareness.
"It's not an impression Damon, its fact. I've seen and heard the things you're capable of myself."
Damon cocked his head to one side.
"True. Maybe then tonight you can see I have a good side as well." He replied easily.
"How?" she asked warily.
"Dinner, talking, maybe a walk. Nothing too sinister princess."
Not yet anyway, he mentally added.
Elena narrowed her eyes. She just knew he was lying.
He had bigger plans for her, she could see it in those piercing blue eyes.
As he squeezed her hand once more, she felt her stomach flutter with butterflies.
She had a sinking feeling she would provide no resistance to these plans at all
An hour later, they pulled up to a beautiful clear lake.
Grand houses with private individual beaches dotted around the shore. Situated a field or so apart, they gave a high degree of privacy to each owner.
Elena shivered.
A fleeting thought whispered through her mind.
No-one would hear you scream.
She was jolted out of her worrying thoughts as Damon drove up to a beautiful white house, and parked. He grabbed a hamper from the back seat, flashing to the passanger side in a second to open Elena's door.
"Mi' lady," he said, with a theatrical flourish.
Elena fought the smile creeping onto her face, but lost.
He grinned back at her, before zipping down to the secluded beach.
Flustered, Elena brushed her hair from her face, and stumbled after him.
A slight breeze wafted past, and she closed her eyes in delight at the comfort it brought to her over sensitive skin.
Suddenly, two hands gripped her waist in a fierce grip.
She gasped, her eyes flashing open to meet red veins surrounding dark obsidian pools.
"Fuck..." he muttered, flexing his hands around her.
"Do you know what you do to me? Standing there like a goddamn wet dream?"
Shocked, she could only shake her head mutely.
"No," he snarled, angered by her response. "You don't know what you do to me. But goddamn it, I'm going to show you Elena..."
She clung to him as he hoisted her up and sped towards the house. She squeezed her eyes shut once more, feeling sick by the scenery blurring past.
"Look at me," he commanded.
She obeyed, finding herself laying upon a four poster bed. Gauzy white curtains blew in the wind, and she glanced towards the open balcony doors.
There he stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the moon.
He whispered so quietly, she strained to hear him.
"It's time."
In a flash, he was on-top of her, securing her wrists in an unbreakable grip.
She tried to scream, but his lips were already against hers – fiercely demanding entry.
She gasped, and he took advantage, kissing her furiously.
He pressed his body against hers, flush from breast to hip as he continued to drug her with insistant kisses. He trailed down to her neck, and came back up to nip at her bottom lip.
As quickly as he started, Damon stopped.
Elena whimpered, half fearing he would continue – the other fearing he would stop.
He ducked down, and she sighed with relief until she heard the unmistakable sound of fabric ripping. He had sliced through her dress, roughly pulling off tattered scraps to discard them on the floor.
Oh god, it's gone too far.
She panicked, scrambling away from him to rest up against the headboard.
"Stop," she mumbled, pushing one hand out.
A smirk crept upon Damon's face.
"I'm sorry Elena," he growled, as he advanced once more.
"That word just isn't in my vocabulary..."