A/N: Hello my dear readers, I am so incredibly sorry for letting you wait so long! Although I can't say it'll get better soon, cause I'd be lying. My beta and me are both very busy at the moment, but I'll try my best to update ASAP.

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own the vampire diaries. Although I consider the plot line as mine.

Chapter 3

Her eyes started to flutter open and one of her hands flew to her head, she could feel a massive headache coming up. At first everything seemed to be a blur, but soon the clouds before her eyes started to fade away and she found herself in an odd room she did not recognize. It was then that her memories of the former night hit her at full force.

She flew upright and scanned the room again, afraid to find someone staring at her, but she found herself all alone. She threw her long toned legs of the outdated wooden bed and immediately run to the door, which was not so much to her surprise locked. Damn it! Her eyes scanned the room all over again to search for another way out, there wasn't even a window! She started pacing around, trying to find some reasonable explanation for what had happened instead of just admitting that she was kidnapped by some complete stranger, she didn't even managed see.

Then it hit her, she was actually kidnapped. Who the hell would want to kidnap her? She didn't have money and neither did Stefan, so they couldn't ask him for ransom. Oh god, her thoughts started to get worse and she was starting to freak out. What exactly had happened the night before? She suddenly started to pull of her shirt to see if there were bruises on her body, there weren't. So she hadn't been raped or beaten up by some sadistic maniac…it still could happen though.

A shiver of fear went through her spine, what if they would hurt her? All the anger of being locked away was suddenly gone and replaced by fear. A single tear escaped her eye when she started to think about what could happen to her. Why on earth did she deserve this? She had to admit, she hadn't been the perfect example of a good person, but she wasn't a bad one either. Now was no time to start praying, if god wanted her to suffer, it was too late anyways. The single tear turned into a second and in a matter of seconds she was sobbing uncontrollably, crying out of fear, but also out of regret for what she'd done during her life. How she didn't get the chance to fulfill any of her dreams. She'd practically wasted her life doing something she didn't like for people she couldn't stand, playing wife to a man she didn't love and telling everyone she was doing fine, when deep down she felt awful. And it pained her to know she might never be able to make it up.

With a sign, she fell back on the bed; the sticky mattress didn't really help to comfort her. It only made her realize once more the awful situation she found herself in. Why hadn't she just stayed at her aunt's apartment? None of this would've happened and she would now be lying on a comfortable mattress, smelling the coffee that her aunt had freshly made, like she did every single morning.

A stake of pain went through her chest when she thought about Jenna; she must be so worried by now! She'd probably called the police when she found out Elena was missing. At that thought a spark of hope went through her, maybe someone would find her and bring her back home again.

But what if no one would? What if she would be stuck in this sloppy room forever? Together with whoever had kidnapped her? Come to think of, where was her mysterious kidnapper? He must know she was awake by now, she hadn't exactly been quiet and according to the room she found herself in, the house couldn't be that big.

Maybe that was part of the plan; maybe she was locked away here to starve! Her worries grew worse with every passing minute until she heard a noise coming from what probably was downstairs. She sat up again and kept quiet trying to hear another noise to be sure she wasn't just imagining things.

When she heard it again, she flew to the door and started smashing on it until her arms hurt. "Let me out of here! Please help, let me out of here!" she screamed over and over again, but no one ever came. An hour or so later, she fell defeated down on the bed until exhaustion took over.

Damon was sitting on the filthy couch of his new shelter, listening to the cries of a desperate Elena. He'd stand up more times than he could count, ready to go upstairs and tell her it would be okay, but something had stopped him. She deserved this, he kept telling himself, hoping he'd believe it.

After he'd kidnapped her, he'd brought her to the first place that had everything he required, a crappy little cabin in the middle of the woods. No wonder people told their children all those horror stories about being alone at night in the forest, he thought the place was creepy enough to give him chills and he was not the kind of person that gets scared easily. All the little scary sounds and soft growls…but he shouldn't be surprised, they were in the woods after all.

Anyway, he tried to find her a 'comfortable' room and laid her down on the bed, hoping she wouldn't be too scared when she woke up. He'd made sure it was a room without windows in case she'd freak out and try to escape, which she probably would have tried by now, if she could that was.

She'd slept for more than 8 hours and knowing the liquid he put on the handkerchief, she must have been exhausted because normally she wouldn't sleep that long if it was only caused by the medicines. He'd almost invaded the room again because he started to worry. He felt pretty relieved when he finally heard her scream; at least now he knew she was alright.

When the noises had faded away, he silently run up the stairs and placed his ear against the door, only to hear her snort a little. She still made the soft cute little sound, it reminded him of the time…cut it Salvatore! He told himself, knowing it was a bad idea to go back on memory lane. He was only here to keep her hostage until her idiot of a husband paid his debts, he couldn't start to feel again, not for her!

Carefully not to make any noise he turned the key in its locket, until the door started to open, showing him a beautiful asleep woman, the one that even now after all this time haunted him in his dreams. A lock of hair covered her soft cheek and he'd almost brushed it away before he reminded himself that she wasn't his anymore. She look so beautiful and peaceful when she was asleep, he had to do everything in his power not to kiss her awake and make love to her like he did all those years ago. It was so easy to fall in love with her, so easy Cause really, was anything she ever said to him true? She told him she loved him so many times, but now that he thought about it, how could you really love someone and leave them behind so easily?

He had to make sure he kept up his walls around her; it would be too easy to let her in again. He wouldn't do that, he wasn't a fool. She'd hurt him, he should be happy he could take his revenge, finally after all those days of being broken.

Instead he felt the opposite; he didn't feel the slightest bit of joy by having her locked away from the world. She used to be his humanity, the reason why he fought against all the bad, the anger and the restless he felt inside. And now he was damned to lose all his hope, to lose the 'good' part of him that was locked away, but never too far off.

She had been the reason he tried to fight his father and all the problems that came along with him, but when she left, so left his reason to live as a happy and honest man; and he'd given up. Hadn't it been enough that his father abused him for longer than he could remember? Hadn't he been through enough physical pain to now also have to endure emotional pain?

The petite frame in front of him had been his death, the death of his human part. Now he was only left with the monster inside of him that tried to take over his body and harm people, just the way his father did and would always do.

A grim smile came across his lips at the thought of his father; the man would never have sent him here if he knew that Elena Gilbert was the woman needed to be captured. One way or another, Giuseppe had found out about their secret relationship and the old man had been very happy to see that she'd left town so his son finally was free of his last hope of happiness.

He looked at her lovingly, remembering how happy he had been when they were together. Even if their little fairytale didn't last for more than a few months, it had been the best months of his life and he would never forget them. They'd shared some beautiful moment together, memories that he would relive in his dreams. She had made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world because he had been the one to hold her in his arms, to share a deep bond with her.

No matter how bitter he felt about it, he'd never forget those little things that once made him happy. He'd never forget the person he was when she was around. He wanted to be the better man for her. All the times she'd told him she believed in him, had it all been a lie? Had those months actually meant something to her? He'd love to know the answer, but they wouldn't change anything so why bring up the hurt and the pain all over again? It would do him more harm than good.

So he decided to leave it that way, touched her cheek one last time and left through the door. She'd turned into an even more brilliant specimen than she had been before and it broke his heart to hold her hostage, but this was who he was and no one could ever change him; it was just…too late….

The second time she woke up, she still felt very disoriented, but the memories came back sooner this time and with a loud sigh she sat up in the bed and started staring at the door, like it would miraculously open. Not so much to her surprise it didn't.

Then a strange scent suddenly hit her and she started sniffling in the air like creep, it smelled somehow familiar, but she couldn't put a name on it. The smell was a mix of an expensive aftershave and a body odor, which to her surprise made her feel relaxed. She silently closed her eyes and concentrated on why it reeked so familiar, only to shake her head in shock when she realized who it remembered her of. Damon. How in hell could the room smell like her former lover? It was impossible, she must be imagining all of it, but when she sniffled again, she still smelled the same scent and it drove her crazy. Strong and masculine, just like she remembered and she could feel her blood boil in her veins…he always had that strange of effect on her.

There was no way Damon could've been in there, he'd never come to such a rusty place and he couldn't be her kidnapper, he just couldn't. Why would he want to kidnap her? If he wanted revenge after she'd left, he could've done it a long time ago. She must be going insane cause there was no way she could really smell him. Maybe it was an effect of the drug that she'd inhaled before she fainted, maybe she was getting delusional. That was the only rational explanation for her sudden trip down memory lane; or it could be the fact that, after all, he was still the only man that ever captured her heart and never gave it back.

Maybe she wanted to see him so desperately that she was now under the impression that she could smell him too, after all it wasn't the first time she'd dreamed about him. He kept haunting her dreams for years now; she even had a few erotic dreams of him in the past. Luckily her husband never noticed, because she didn't know how she would explain something like that.

She still missed him every single day; Damon had never been out of her thoughts for more than a few hours; and he most certainly never left her heart It was like she was put under some weird kind of spell, which tortured her with her good old memories; the ones that she would never forget, not even if she wanted to.

Downstairs Damon was worrying about what to do next; he knew he couldn't keep her hostage without showing himself forever. She needed food to survive and use the bathroom. This wasn't the first time he'd ever held someone hostage, but the first time he abducted someone that knew him. He could already imagine how mad Elena would be if she would see him; and most of all, how disappointed she would be with him for falling back into his father's leadership.

Why would he care anyway? She was that one that left, the one that was able to walk out of their relationship…just like that. She left him…she fucking left him. What was he supposed to do? Sit around and play the 'good guy' praying one day she'll realize she made a big mistake and come back to him? Elena was the only one to ever see the good side of him; yeah, she will definitely be pissed at him for 'giving up'.

Not that he was very glad to see her again either, his life had been going perfectly well until she showed up again. He was starting to adjust to his new reckless and evil self, but of course than she had to come into his life, showing him how bad he was behaving. How wrong everything was he did, showing his humanity that he thought was gone.

He'd thought it'd be easy to kidnap her, to get revenge for what she did to him, that it would feel good. Well, not so much to his surprise, it didn't and he felt horrible. He wasn't friendly or kind, he killed people without blinking, hurt them and felt good about it. That was who he was, or what he was thought to be. He'd believed his father when the old man told him who he was, but he knew it had been one big lie all along, because he didn't feel good about killing people, he still remembered their names, he could still see the fright in their eyes when he pulled the trigger. It haunted him every single day and he couldn't turn it off. It was a lie, a pretty charade; it's not possible to turn your emotions off, they're always there, implanted deep in your subconsciousness, ready to hunt you every moment you let your guard down.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes until he felt his doubts slipping away. He had to do this, there was no way out anymore. So instead of more brooding on that filthy couch, he quickly stood up and walked towards the kitchen, if you could call it a kitchen. There was an old gas stove in the middle of the room and a small sink with a rusty faucet on the left; a few old fashioned cabinets completed the dirty room. There wasn't even a fridge! Luckily he didn't buy much food, because there was no place where he could safely put it.

That reminded him; he still needed to go grocery shopping if he wanted them both to survive this little trip. He couldn't let her starve.

He opened a few cans of food, hoping it wouldn't taste too disgusting, but it was all he had for now. He'd make up for it later and buy her some real food, maybe he could make some of his mother's delicious pastas; after all, he knew all the recipes. She'd always liked pasta…and there he was, thinking about being the better man again. He really had to stop that if he wanted to keep up the charade of being the bad guy, the cold blooded killer. He couldn't care less about what was best for her, an obvious lie, but he had to try.

With a smirk on his lips, he left the room and headed upstairs Ready to go feed the beautiful lady he stole away from the world.

She was tossing and turning on the bed, hoping to find rest, but her stomach growled too loud to even think about sleeping. That wasn't even the only problem, she urgently needed to use the bathroom, but no one ever came looking for her. She tried to hold it, but she knew that if she wouldn't make it to the bathroom in the next 30 minutes she would pee in her pants.

Why couldn't her kidnapper come looking for her? He couldn't let her starve right?

When she heard noises coming from downstairs she was tempted to go knocking on the door again, but she knew it wouldn't help. He didn't come the last time she tried it, he wouldn't come now.

But when she heard someone walking up the stairs, a sudden spark of hope flooded though her body, maybe there was indeed someone who would bring her food and let her out of this cage. She even forgot about her fear, she was just so happy to finally see someone again.

The sound of the key turning in the lock of the door made her almost dance in joy. Her eyes shot to the door, waiting to see it open and show her mysterious kidnapper. Hopefully he wouldn't look too scary, because she didn't know how much she could handle at the point.

Once it did she was shocked and fell back against the headboard, blinking several times to make sure she wasn't imagining things again. But then his voice ringed through her ears and she knew for sure she wasn't dreaming, this was happening for real and all she could do was sit back and stare at him, stricken speechless.

"Hello sleeping beauty, dinner's ready," he smirked, amused by her sudden state of shock. This was going to be a hell of week, he thought, suddenly in a much better mood than only a few minutes ago.

I truly hope the chapter was worth the long wait! Although I left you with a pretty evil cliffhanger...again! I'm just a sucker for those, just a warning, the next one will be even worse ;)

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