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Overall, the next day wasn't too bad.
Elena woke up to the chiming of a bell.
Bonnie instructing her on what clothes to put on, as there was a pile at the bottom of her bed.
Then they walked downstairs, each handed a list by the head servant, of duties to do that day. They worked for a few hours, then were able to get food at ten.
Then it was back to work.
Elena had done things for Caroline, but the list in her hand was extensive. Everything from dusting picture frames to cleaning the stoves in the kitchen.
Not to mention that the building had three floors. Four if you counted the slave quarters. And they were to clean every part of it, every day. There were six girls, two on each floor, except for the forth. That was theirs to clean during personal time.
Elena had gotten sort of lucky, and was put with Bonnie on the third floor. Damon's office was on the second, but he was out of the house, into town for the day, so the girls were able to talk freely, without worry of being overheard.
Elena told Bonnie about her family, and her life with Caroline, and in return, Bonnie told her about her own selling a year ago. She'd been rounded up and then bought by Stefan, being brought straight here. She hadn't been into the town once.
"Master has only one slave at a time that he'll take into town with him," Bonnie explained, and Elena's heart sank. She'd been secretly hoping that she'd still be able to see Caroline from time to time.
"How old are you?" She asked the girl.
"Seventeen," Bonnie answered, "You?"
"I'll be nineteen this year."
"Only two more years then, until you're free," Bonnie encouraged, and Elena glanced at her.
Bonnie gave a sigh, "Yeah, I know, feels like a lifetime."
Elena's stomach was growling like crazy when seven finally came around and they were dismissed to eat again. She was going to have to get use to this twice a day thing.
The food was good, at least. She'd give it that. Damon obviously didn't want them to starve completely.
Once the meal was over they were left to clean up, and then had an hour to work on the last of their chores before they had to return to their room.
This pattern continued over the next few days, and Elena was trying her best to keep a low profile under the circumstances.
She hadn't seen Damon lately, so there had been no real chance for confrontation.
Unfortunately, her luck didn't last long.
Elena was just about to be through with her chores when the man that had walked her into the house showed up.
"Master Damon wishes to see you," he said and Bonnie, who was cleaning with her again, and Elena both looked at him.
"You," he pointed to Elena, and she heard Bonnie swallow.
"It'll be fine," she assured her, but her stomach was feeling nervous.
Once again the man led her through the house, only this time, down to the first floor.
The room they entered was large, and Damon was there, standing in front of a massive fireplace.
"Thank you, you may leave now," Damon dismissed the man, and again, Elena found herself at loss for action.
"You wanted to see me." She said after a moment of silence, making sure it was a statement, not a question.
Damon turned to look at her, "I did," he said after a moment.
She nodded, keeping herself from pushing him.
"Sit," he told her, motioning to the sofa behind him.
"I'm fine," she insisted.
"It wasn't an offer, Elena. Sit."
She tested his cool gaze before finally walking over and sitting down.
"Better?" he asked, and she just glared at him.
He chuckled, "Oh, Elena. You are going to be a tough one, aren't you?"
"I can follow instructions," she told him, "I just don't like being ordered around."
The smile left his face, "Get use to it. You are mine, Elena. The sooner you accept that, the better off you will be."
"I am not yours," she hissed, "I belong to no one."
She didn't know what she was expecting, but his arm on hers, yanking her up, wasn't it.
"I have warned you, kitten. You don't want to cross me."
She gritted her teeth against his tightening grip, and he threw her to the ground.
He walked over to stand before her, "Accept it, Elena, this is your place...You do belong to me, whether you like it or not."
She refused to drop his gaze as she stood.
"What?" he taunted, "Nothing to say?"
She glared up then, "I believe the term, Master, is cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war."
He smirked at her, "War, is it, Elena?"
She held her chin up, refusing to cower. He could push her around all he wanted, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he so craved.
"Then I guess it's my move," he stated, reaching over to a table, grabbing an envelope, and handing it to her.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Again with the questions," he barked, "Just open it."
She did, and when she read the words, her knees gave way. She stumbled back onto the couch, sitting down.
"No..." she whispered.
"It's true," Damon sighed, "The fever...it struck the entire village. Your mother was just one of the many that...passed on."
Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she fought them back. He would not see her break.
"Jeremy?" She asked, looking up at him.
Damon scowled, "I was only informed because she had no other family than you."
"My brother..., he's sixteen, he should be-" the look on Damon's face stopped her.
After a moment of silence he sighed again, sitting next to her.
"My guess is that he was rounded up, sold in the market, as you were."
She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.
Damon stood then. "That will be all."
She raised her eyes, staring at him.
"Elena," he warned.
"So I'm dismissed now," she mocked, and his eyes narrowed.
"Don't...don't try me, not tonight."
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever, Damon."
She stood, beginning to walk away, when he grabbed her, using her hair to hold her head steady. She felt the pain as his teeth ripped into her already still sensitive neck, and cried out.
He dropped her after a few seconds letting the blood run down his chin.
"I told you not to defy me," he yelled.
Ignoring the pain she pulled herself from the ground, "Or what?"
He had taken a few steps away, pacing, but his eyes turned to her, reflecting the flames from the fire.
"I can rip your heart out in a second, and leave you drained on the floor."
She couldn't stop the tears now.
"So do it!" She cried.
"Don't tempt me," he snarled, and surprising them both, she reached out and slapped him.
The air turned cold and his eyes froze on her.
"You are suicidal," he whispered.
But she didn't care. Her chest heaved and she fell to the ground, the sobs rocking her body.
Damon stood above her, watching.
His breathing was deeper now, and he stood still, as the tears poured, endlessly, down her face.
Finally he spoke.
"Tomorrow morning, seven o'clock. Your day starts early, you should get some rest. I assume you can find your way."
Then he was gone. She stayed there for a while longer, the heat from the fire warming everything but her heart.
Will try to make the chapters longer, but this is where I felt it needed to stop.
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Anyone wanna guess why Damon is being a little more lenient with her?
Why didn't he just kill her?
Is Jeremy still alive?