Thank you so much for your patience! Let's just say, in the past two days I have gotten approximately 6 HOURS OF SLEEP. And I am still running because I have so much homework and studying to do. Sigh. :/

In this chapter, Damon shows a bit of a soft side, however it is not exactly how I wanted it to be because I have had to rush through this. I know you guys want an update, so better this than nothing (as I always say), right?! :) This chapter was not thought out at all, but I already have the next one planned out. I am so sorry about being so unorganized here. I just want to please a little bit of everyone because I know some people want to see Elena get a break and a soft side of Damon. Chapter 7 will most-likely be extremely dark though, because Elena will be following through with her new plan and Damon will probably get really pissed off. Haha!

REVIEWS, SUGGESTIONS, AND IDEAS KEEP THIS STORY ALIVE. GO GO GO! ;)

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Darkness and a deafening silence was all Elena could make of where she was at as she slowly opened her tired eyes. She was brutally exhausted despite her sleeping for God knows how long, and sore all over her body.

She sat up carefully and let out a tiny sob of pain. She expected to be whipped or something for making a noise without his permission, but there was nothing.

She stood up cautiously, and was shocked to see she wasn't tied up either.

"D-Damon?" her voice was quiet and unsure. Although she couldn't see much of anything around her, she recognized the smell and feel of the room. It was definitely Damon's basement.

"Damon….. Master….. I'm awake now. You can come get me."

She was almost begging. The eerie, cold feeling of the basement did nothing to help her nerves, and oddly enough she would rather be in the company of Damon than to be alone in the darkness.

Elena sighed. Since when did she become a girl who depended on a guy? Was she seriously begging her captor - her rapist - to come sit by her side? All he would do is hurt her more… hurting her was inevitable for him.

She took a deep breath, thought for a minute, then sat back down on the cold cement floor with her back against the wall. She wasn't going to look for the door and a chance to run again. This was her chance to escape, and she wasn't going to fuck that up by running like an idiot from a vampire.

Vampire.

Her fingers went up to her neck and trailed down to her breasts softly. Scabs lined her skin everywhere her fingers touched. She couldn't imagine what the rest of her body looked like in the mirror. That fucking evil, heartless bastard!

Elena had never in her life wanted to actually murder someone, but Damon changed that little bit of innocence about her. She could feel her heart icing over by just thinking of him. He wanted to play silly games? Elena could do that, too. Revealing the fact that he is a vampire may have seemed like an advantage to Damon, but unfortunately for him he had no clue about how Elena's ex, Stefan, had actually taught her how to defend herself if a vampire were to ever approach her. Stefan once even gave her a necklace that he insisted on her wearing daily for protection. Elena thought it was silly how paranoid he was about vampires. The subject of vampires had always been one of those things people just didn't talk about. People know they exist in their world, and the news would always report the latest vampire attacks, but that was literally it. It's almost like death; everyone knows it's inevitable, and there is nothing that can be done about it. There is no hiding from death, and people like to pretend they're immortal. Same goes with the whole vampire stuff. Elena had always said it would take an encounter with a real vampire to ever "believe" they are real...

Stupid stubbornness. Why couldn't she have just worn the damn vervain necklace?

The sudden click of a lock was followed by light entering the dark room as Damon slowly pushed open the door - he just loves to make things extra creepy. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and black nice-fitting slacks. The light of the hallway outlined his body perfectly, causing him to almost glow. He looked outrageously sexy, and absolutely lethal.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He flicked on the lights and made his way towards her. She hadn't even realized just how big the basement really is as she watched him take his time walking to her. "I see you didn't bother looking for a lightswitch. Shocking…" he smirked "but I'm definitely impressed. Someone is putting her big girl pants on."

Elena literally forced herself to not roll her eyes and snap at him - and that took a LOT of willpower!

"Hmm? Oh yes. I'm finally learning how to be more brave. Anything to please you, Master." It took even more willpower to hide any trace of sarcasm from her voice.

Damon stopped in front of her. Looking down at her, he stared for a long minute until he finally gave the faintest smirk and the quirk of a brow.

Damon tilted his head slightly. He looked absolutely amused. "Wow… I'm pretty sure that's the longest sentence you have said to me yet... And who said that you being brave pleased me, little pet?" Truth be told, he loved it when she wasn't brave. Nothing turned him on more than her submission towards him. But then again he loved it when she was brave enough to put up a fight as well. Chasing her and feeding off of her fear and adrenaline allowed him to feel like the predator he is.

He kneeled down and sat a silver thermos down in front of her.

Elena eyed the thermos and could feel her mouth salivating. She couldn't even remember the last time she ate. She had never even had much of an appetite, but being deprived of food and liquids for so long gave her a newfound appreciation of them.

"What is this?" she asked while picking up the heavy thermos. She attempted to unscrew the lid and sniff it, but Damon was quick to grab her wrists and stop her.

"Stop wasting time and just drink it." he rolled his eyes.

"But… I wanna know what it-"

"You sure are fucking talkative today, aren't you, pet? Drink." his gaze was harsh and completely serious. His eyes seemed to glow as his pupils became the size of pinpricks.

Elena decided not to push her luck. A little patience was all she needed. She was finally on Damon's better side; he wasn't beating her right now and she wasn't about to risk getting tied up again.

She should be grateful he is even feeding her, right?

With unsteady and weak hands, Elena lifted the thermos to her lips and obeyed. She felt the cold and thick liquid slide down her throat effortlessly. It tasted unlike anything she had ever tasted. After the odd and slightly metallic taste in the beginning, it became sweet and rich. It was like a magical syrupy vanilla and cherry potion, and she moaned. Was this what bliss tasted like?

She swore she could feel the silky liquid caressing her veins from the inside as it ignited a warm and fuzzy feeling all over. Any trace of pain in her body was replaced with an amazing and euphoric feeling.

She wanted this feeling to last forever…

Damon's soft chuckle was barely audible to her as her mind was foggy with nothing but euphoria and ecstasy.

After a few minutes Elena's dream world began to drift away as she felt Damon gently take the thermos from her.

No… Please don't let this feeling end

If this was poison Elena would gladly drink it all if it meant indulging in this feeling for all of eternity.

Elena wasn't aware of the pout of her lip until Damon stroked it away with the pad of his thumb and picked her up in his arms. Elena closed her eyes, enjoying her last minutes of this heavenly feeling, and laid her head in the crook of his neck. Tears made their way through her lightly closed lashes, but she wasn't really capable of feeling sad right now. It was just simply wanting more of that delicious, thick liquid that made her feel so weightless and free like she was floating on clouds.

"It was really good, hmm?… I know, I know…" his voice was soft and comforting and becoming more clear through the haze of her mind.

Damon was rubbing her back and neck, sometimes running his fingers up onto her scalp into her messy hair soothingly until he got them upstairs and in his bed.

He got her under the covers with him and into his arms.

"You'll feel much better now, love…"

If Elena wasn't feeling as content as she was now, she probably would have been worried about this nice and affectionate act of his.

She hated how sweet he could be and how caring he was acting. She hated it because it wasn't real. Demons like Damon don't just change like that - not overnight, not ever!

But worst of all, she hated how much she actually liked this Damon. It was a total different side of him that she never thought she would see. She couldn't even think about all of the bad things he has done to her when he was like this.

She had almost completely came back to her senses, and even now, being in his arms like this felt different.

It felt perfect.

About thirty minutes of a content silence had passed and Elena began to move her legs just slightly, trying not to wake him up if he was sleeping.

She dared to turn her head to glance up at him, and almost jumped as his icy eyes stared right back at her.

"Uncomfortable?" It was a simple word, but it was enough to hear the cockiness of his question.

Elena nodded slowly. "I just… really need to go to the bathroom." It was true. She couldn't even remember the last time she had peed, and her bladder felt like it would burst any second.

Damon stared into her eyes for a while longer, as if he was performing a fucking mental lie detecting test, then finally pulled her up with him.

"Of course. I easily forget how needy you little humans are." he smirked and guided her to his bathroom and leaned against the door, waiting for her to go inside. "You mortals don't realize how troublesome and time-consuming your bodies really are. Not until you're a vampire, anyways." he winked. "Then it's nothing but time for the good stuff; like fun and games."

Elena just stared at him emotionlessly. She never knew if he was trying to being humorous or if talking like a selfish and hateful ass was just how he always communicated.

She walked into the bathroom and was about to sit on the toilet, but looked up as he just continued to stare down at her with that same stupid smirk of his and his arms crossed like the cocky bastard he is.

"Umm… aren't you going to like… give me some privacy…?" God, why was everything so fucking awkward around him!

Damon grinned. "Well, Elena. I would love to give you some privacy - believe me, I would! But you fucked up any chances of me ever trusting you to be on your own a long time ago. Don't you remember? Or do I need to refresh your memory again.."

Thinking about Elena trying to run away and then spending the night with Stefan was enough to make him pissed off beyond belief, and his face began hardening. Elena immediately regretted even asking him for privacy, she should have known that was the stupidest thing she could ever ask Damon, so she quickly tried to make him happy again and sat on the toilet.

"I'm so sorry, Master. You're right. I don't deserve privacy from you. I was so stupid…"

She tried to hide the embarrassment and shame on her face as she peed and stared down at the floor. She could feel him watching her, but the relief that came with releasing the stress from her poor bladder was much better than the humiliation, and she even found herself smiling.

She gently wiped herself with a wince, expecting a burn from all of the torture she had been through down there, only there was no pain at all.

Damon grinned at her confused expression.

"That magical drink healed you." he stated matter-of-factly. "It was my blood."

A sick feeling in her stomach made her feel nauseous and turn pale at just the thought of her drinking blood.

Damon rolled his eyes.

"It's vampire blood, Elena. It tastes good and replenished your body with nutrients and shit so don't even complain."

Elena forced herself to just drop the thought completely. What was done is done and at least it did make her feel better.

She went to the sink to wash her hands, then tensed up as Damon was suddenly behind her squeezing her ass.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and began kissing on her exposed neck. "Besides," he murmured into her ear. "You fucking loved drinking my blood…"

Chills exploded down her spine and the butterflies returned to her stomach.

His expert hands stopped their kneading on her ass and snaked around her thighs, gently pulling them apart. She complied and stepped her feet apart to give him access.

Why was she doing this? She told herself only to avoid the abusive and angry Damon.

"Good girl." His hands were rubbing and massaging the gap between her upper thighs, barely brushing against her already-wet pussy. He was taking his time because he knew it was driving her absolutely crazy.

Elena bit her lip as she was quickly becoming hot all over and very needy.

"Elena." Damon was looking forward into the mirror, waiting for her to look up as well. He dipped a finger into her slick walls and withdrew it just as quickly. Elena moaned impatiently.

"Look in the mirror, Elena."

Elena didn't want to. She was ashamed of this. She was allowing the man who had just spent the past two days beating her to touch her in ways she has only ever let Stefan touch her. And without a fight. She was enjoying this, and she hated herself for it.

Damon was on the verge of losing his impatience, but he forced himself to keep calm. He needed Elena to love him just as much as he loved her. She needed to see how perfect they looked together.

Elena's eyes made their way up until she met Damon's in the mirror.

Damon gave her a soft smile and ran a hand up her spine, over her shoulder. He slid her hair away from her neck and face.

"Look at yourself, Elena… What do you see?"

After a few seconds, Elena's eyes broke contact with his and, for the first time since she had been kidnapped for the second time, she got to actually look at herself. There were no bruises or bitemarks like there should have been. Her skin was smooth and glowing. Her hair looked like sex, and Elena couldn't deny that it looked pretty fucking hot.

Damon's chin remained resting on her shoulder. He slid his hands down her arms and over her own, gently trapping them on the counter.

Elena had never seen Damon so clearly before. She could perfectly make out every feature on his face.

His was absolutely breath-taking.

Elena bit her lip, and grinned, trying so hard not to smirk. "I see… a very attractive couple… but I must say it's kinda hard to even focus on me with you by my side." She spoke slowly and carefully. One little slip and he would have her plan all figured out.

Damon didn't look too phased. He just stared back at her in the mirror for a bit, then turned her around to face him and cupped her face firmly.

"Is that so?"

Elena blinked quickly. Her head was spinning from the fast turn, and his eyes screamed danger. She knew if he caught her lying now, she would be as good as dead. She could not fuck this up!

"Mhmm… Oh come on, Damon. Don't act like you don't know you make me - and every other girl - weak in the knees every time you so much as look at us." She smirked. It took a great amount of effort to sound genuine and seductive.

Elena had NO idea how much Damon wanted to whip her ass for not calling him Master. But he knew he had to stay as calm and nice as possible for now. He would always punish her later.

"Nuh-uh-uh…." Damon tapped the tip of her nose with each syllable for emphasis. Elena looked confused and adorable. "What did you call me, love?" He kept his voice light and almost playful and raised his brows.

Oh. Of course.

Elena mentally sighed.

"I wasn't thinking… Master."

Damon smiled approvingly and kissed her.

"I forgive you."

Elena smiled.

"Now…" he ran his hands down her body, groping her casually. "Get your cute little ass in bed…"

He was raging hard and so tired of waiting, but Elena's expression said she had other plans right now.

"Well, Master… I would actually like to take a shower first. Is that okay? ….I need to freshen up."

Damon had luckily thought of all of her lady-needs before he took her away, and in the shower was a huge arrangement of shower gels, hair products, razors, and loofahs. He grinned proudly because he knew she would be so surprised.

"I'll be waiting." he winked.

Oh, you're so going to get it little girl.

"And I'll hurry." Elena winked right back.

Poor guy… he didn't even know what he was about to get himself into. Elena giggled.

Yes, I know. Not my best, but I know many people want an update and some of you wanted Elena to get a break/see some soft Damon! :) Dark Damon will certainly be back, but Elena is has a few tricks up her sleeve for her revenge in the next chapter! She is going all badass, eh? ;)

One of my most helpful reviewers asked if Stefan is going to make an appearance. To answer that, yes! I think that will be brilliant, but of course Damon and Elena will be the core focus here.

Next chapter will have some more soft Damon, but I will warn you now… it is going to be very similar to chapter 6, but even more so. Yes, I did say darker than chapter 6, so I would not recommend reading it if you're going to get all butthurt over it and cry. I have to balance out the soft and the dark, and this story just so happens to be way more on the dark side.

So it will be extremely dark and Damon may piss you off just a bit. ;( But it is all a part of the story, and I think I warn you guys fairly, right?

Please do review, suggestions and ideas are ALWAYS used! If they haven't been already, they most-likely will be in the near future. :)

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