Chapter 4
Previously…
Where am I? What am I doing here?
I lay there, thinking about these questions over and over again, for what seemed like hours. But I was whisked out of my trance when I heard the door handle rattling and the white frame, casually sliding open. Shaking I slid down the bed further squishing my eyes together and praying that whoever it was would think that I was asleep.
Seconds passed and I was hoping that whoever this intruder was, would be gone by now. No such luck. Cautiously, I began to open my eyes; fully aware that there was a dip at the bottom of my bed by my feet and that there was someone sitting there.
"Look who decided to wake up," I recognised that voice, I heard it before I fell asleep. The handsome, mysterious, stranger.
No one POV
Damon was sat on the end of Elena's bed, studying her closely. He could tell that she was awake, but decided to play along and let her believe that he was unaware. When all is said and done, she doesn't know I'm a vampire yet so I may as well give her a tiny bit of hope, he thought. Her breathing was rapid as was her heart beat. She was shaking uncontrollably, which lead him to wondering. Why was she so scared when she doesn't even know that I'm a vampire?
Damon POV
Why is she so terrified?
"I know you're awake" I murmured, waiting for her to open her slit eyes completely. At this, her eyes shot open and she looked at me like a deer in headlights.
"Where….where, where am I?" her teeth chattered. Her skin was whiter than snow and her voice was so faint that if it hadn't been for my vampire senses then I probably wouldn't have heard her. The skin on her face was so thin that her eyes looked hollow and vacant. I needed to get her to eat something, or she probably wouldn't last the night.
"My home. Now to finish the conversation we were having early. Do you have a name? El?"
"El… Elena… G… Gilbert" a shiver slipped down my spine.
"El…e…na…" I drew out, rolling over my tongue like it was made to fit. I had to breathe deeply to slow the growing bulge in my tight jeans. I shuffled to make myself more comfortable and gradually closed in on the shivering girl beside me. She was terrified and out of control. As I got closer I notice that she was desperately trying to push herself up and away from me. But instead of getting further away from me, her arms gave out every time she put any pressure on them.
"Who… who are you? What do you want?" she whispered, her bottom lip trembling.
"I, my dear, am Damon Salvatore. Which leads me to your second question, I want you. You made it even easier for me when you passed out, so I took you, no questions asked." Her eyes widened and she tried unsuccessfully to crawl away from my hand which was wiping a stray bit of hair from her face.
"Please, please don't hurt me," begging. She was begging.
"Don't beg, my sweet, it's not very appealing," my signature smirk washed over my face, she started shaking more and more.
I could see that each time she tried to move she was getting a little further each time. Her strength wasn't much, but she was managing with what she could get.
"Now. Now. None of that, you won't get anywhere. I'm a lot faster and stronger than you so I wouldn't suggest trying to escape." She was thinking over what I had said because she truly believed that she could out run me. She had a shock coming to her. Then she did it, she pushed herself harder than ever and slid from the bed to floor with a thump, trying to crawl as far away from me as she could. When she hit the floor, her body just wasn't strong enough to catch her, meaning that as she landed, there was a sharp snap and I could tell that her wrist had broken on impact. She winced once but scrambled relentlessly to the other side of the room where she backed roughly into the wall, banging her head on the window ledge.
"That was a poor decision, Elena," I made my way slowly towards her cowering form. I was less than a metre away from her when the smell hit me. Blood, my mouth watered. Crouching down to her level, I reached my hand around the back of her head, with her watching me like a hawk, and touched the blood forming there. Purple veins bulges from my eyes and I felt as my fangs grow from my gums. Her face, even paler than it was before, and I didn't believe it could get much worse. All the blood drained from her face as she tried quickly to find any sort of escape route.
"Vampire," she breathed, her breasts rising and falling quickly, making the bulge in my pants grow all of again. After licking all of her blood from my fingers at a deadly slow pace, I gripped her fragile arm and pulled her to her feet. Unfortunately I hadn't thought of the reality of how weak she still was. As soon as I got her to her feet, her legs gave out and my grips tighten, holding her up.
"Wha…t are you g…oing to…do with me?" she whimpered, shimmying to get out of his tight grasp.
"First of all, I'm going to get you back in that bed. Secondly, I'm going to get you some food, which you WILL eat. And finally, I am going to explain to exactly what is going to happen from now on." She had no choice but to lean on me as I made her walk back over to the bed. Once she was back inside, she set her head back on the pillow and gasped, noting the large cut on the back of her head. I whipped into the adjacent bathroom and into the medicine cabinet for the first aid kit.
I was back on her bed in a second.
"Come here," I beckoned for her to sit between my legs so that I could see to the back of her head. She shook her head, adamant that she was fine, but I was having none of it. "Elena, first rule, when I tell you to do something, you do it," my stern voice was present this time, causing her to note that I was deadly serious. With this realisation, she shuffled herself forwards so that I could slip behind her. Opening the kit I lifted out an antiseptic wipe, and dabbed at the back of her head, consequently causing her to hiss viciously. The cut was deep and would normally need stitches, had I not been a vampire.
"This is quite deep. You're going to have to drink some of my blood in order to heal it." I could feel her tense in my arms, and then the shaking began again. This time it didn't seem natural, this wasn't because she was cold, scared, hungry or weak. This was different and dangerous.
"Elena? Elena?" as soon as her head drooped to my shoulder I was spinning her to face me, only to find the her eyes had rolled back into her head and the shaking and flailing was becoming violent and aggressive. Her body was rigid and convulsing.
"BONNIE!" I roared, hearing distant footsteps become fast and approaching. In lunged the dark haired girl, dishevelled and confused, until her eyes stopped upon the writhing girl in his lap.
Rushing over to us, she placed a hand over Elena's head and then her heart.
"She's having a seizure, you need to hold her down, or she'll hurt herself. Wait until she's calm, and then give her your blood. A lot of it. She desperately needs to eat something later, she's dangerously malnourished." The girl's eyes were timid and yet confident.
"Thank you, Bonnie. You can leave now, I'll call for you when I need that food." Bonnie bowed her head and scurried from the room.
The thrashing had become worse so I pushed Elena's body to the bed and trapped her limbs easily underneath my body, waiting for them to cease. Blood was streaming from her nose like water and yet her shaking had deceased. When I was sure that she was completely calm, I ripped into my wrist and thrust it into her mouth allowing it to trickle down her throat.
For a long while, nothing happened. I had gotten off of her and elevated her head onto some of the cushions around us. Not wanting to leave her, in fear she would do something stupid, I remember that her wrist was broken. Carefully I prodded her wrist to see if my blood had fixed it or not. As my hand came in contact with her skin, I felt a warm heat and silky smoothness beneath me. Her sleeping form was purely beautiful; I had never seen anything of such presence and beauty in my life. She was mine and no one was going to take her away from me.
