The Vampire Diaries-Pleasure, Jealousy and Revenge
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. All characters and worlds belong to the author L. J. Smith
Chapter 9
Damon cleared his last pile of victims and drove his way back home. Stefan had gone, and the broken glass still lay on the floor in pieces. Something didn't smell right. The wooden baton on the floor raised his suspicions even more. Damon started walking from room to room, trying to grasp the smell that seemed familiar but fresh. He walked towards the kitchen, but the smell faded away. Across the hall, the smell grew stronger, and as he got towards the stairs that led down to the cellar, the suspicious smell was at its strongest. Damon peered down, feeling uneasy at the thought of what, or who, could be down there. As he reached the cellar, Damon found himself looking at a girl. Her hair was covering her face, but Damon could still manage to make out the unconscious female.
"Elena?" he called, looking around desperately for a key. "Elena, are you alright?"
Elena hadn't woken up yet, and lay there helplessly silent. Damon rummaged through the mass of keys that were kept on a little hook, but still couldn't find that one small key to the cellar.
"Elena! Elena!" shouted Damon. "Elena, I need you to tell me where the keys are! Elena, wake up!"
Damon pounded against the cellar, trying his very best to break the door open. But it was hopeless.
"Damon?" Elena croaked, rubbing her head gently. "Damon, what's going on?
"I don't know, Elena! I'm looking for the key, do you know where it is?" asked Damon, making one last attempt to look for the key.
"Damon, I'm scared", Elena sobbed, still holding her head to ease the pain.
"Don't be, Elena. You're safe with me", Damon assured. "I'll get you out, just be patient"
"I don't know where the key is", said Elena, looking around. "Where am I, Damon?"
"Don't worry, you're in my house".
"Oh Damon, please. Can you just try and get me out", pleaded Elena, now clinging onto the bars of the cellar.
Damon held her hand tightly, trying to keep her calm. He felt that it was his duty to keep Elena safe, to keep her protected and to keep her away from evil. Stefan had something to do with this, thought Damon, I told him to stay away.
"Okay, Elena", said Damon, "I want you to stay well back. I'm going to open this cellar but you need to stay back".
Elena anxiously staggered towards the back wall of the cellar, awaiting Damon's next move. With one huge, forceful push Damon's strength had really paid off. The door to the cellar broke off the lock and fell into the cellar, leaving a wide gap. Elena looked up at Damon, rushing towards him.
"Thank you, Damon", breathed Elena. "My head really hurts".
Damon stepped back to take a look at Elena, examining the deeply coloured bruise on her forehead and Elena's left eye which had swollen.
"What happened to you?" he asked.
"I don't know. I just remember coming round to see Stefan…and then this happened". Elena gently massaged her head; the pain had become too unbearable.
"Here, let's go upstairs. You need to rest". Damon gently took Elena upstairs and towards the spare room where he would lay Elena to rest.
As they got into the living room, Stefan stood at the front door, holding the very wooden baton that he had hit Elena with.
