Apologies that I didn't update. I really am. I was just in a bad writer's block for this one. I was so relieved until I came across this idea, I hope y'lls like it. Bye. ^-^
When Elena woke up, Damon was gone. She pulled herself up to sit upright and was amazed how the mess they created the other night was gone.
She crawled to the edge of the bed and got off of it. This is the first time she has the silent house all to herself. For what else could there be to do when her friend is not here.
Elena exited out of his room and returned to her room. She closed the door with her foot and headed to the closet. She opened it and pulled out a spare outfit she can change into. She removed her dress and changed into a spare shirt over a baggy pair of sweats. Carelessly, she tossed the dress in the closet and closed it.
An odd sound of a ringing started in the bathroom. She frowned and curiously went to the bathroom. As she opened the door, the mirror had a image of a button, the glass vibrated as the ringing continued.
Although she is unsure how to turn it off, she took her chance to make the best of it by pressing on the button. As she did, the mirror changed to Damon's face. He smiled at her astonishment.
"What took you so long, sleepy head? Thought you'll never wake up."
"H-How did you get in there?"
"Technology, Elena. Just wanted to make sure you brush your teeth."
"They had toothbrushes back in camp, Damon. I know what to do. I'm not a kid."
"Well, if you do the quick math with my age to yours, you really are a kid. To me, in the matter of speaking."
Elena rested her hand on her hip, looking at him with an arched eyebrow. "Oh? Then maybe I should think again of this relationship we have. Because that's gross, I don't wanna kiss an old man."
"But you did. And you liked it. Admit it?"
Elean scanned through the mirror with a quick eye. "How the hell do you turned this off?"
"There's a way but I'm not going to teach you that."
"So what? Is the ceiling going to change with your face on it too?"
He tilted his head to the side, thinking of that. "You know, that's a great idea."
Elena turned on the sink. She gathered a handful of water and splashed it on the mirror. The mirror lost brief connection but brought back Damon.
"Hey, easy there. You'll break it. This is very expensive."
"So, this is a way to break it? Watch what you're planning or else this mirror won't be the thing I'm breaking."
"Should I be concerned?"
"Of course, I have the whole house all to myself at this point."
He chuckled. One of his fingers went to the screen as if he's reaching out to touch her face. "Don't be too lonesome. I'll be back soon."
"Promise? I'm bored here."
"I promise. Just hang in there."
"Okay."
"Goodbye."
"Bye."
The image of his face was shut off and the mirror changed now only showing her reflection and the background behind her.
~ After freshening up, Elena exited her bathroom and relaxed on the bed. She laid on her stomach, her hands pressed against her chin.
The silence made her ears ring, almost to the conclusion when a person will be concerned of, fearing it might be a sight effect to hearing loss. But more than an alarming health concern, this silence worries her of how the future will turn out.
Aging is the evil enemy in a career to serve a vampire. Blood, lust, attention. Those three things are all they want and all they need. But appearance withers away quickly through one year after another. One day, her beauty will no longer be existent, her strength, her voice, everything of the young Elena Gilbert will never exist again, instead replaced as a old woman.
Her family is the reason for her to live, worth fighting through this. Mason is a good promise for the future; he has good power and connections to keep her safe and give a less barbaric life. On the other hand, with Damon in the subject, it is still an uncertainty to her of what she feels for him. It feels too strange of how quickly she is learning to be so human, to know of feelings, affection, and normal adaptions that were taken away from humans before vampires overpowered the world.
First kiss and the strong affection went by too fluidity. She feels perplexed of how too natural it is of all the things she showed to Damon, for since the beginning she stepped foot to his house she knew resentment and fear will be her "guarding friends". Instead..there is something else far from feeling resented to a dangerous creature that has destroyed the life of humanity, far from fearing a creature that is plagued to survive in eternity with blood. For now it is a mystery of what she feels for him, but it makes her tremble, her heart raise from how that mystery feels warm and carry full of guilt.
A sudden sound came from downstairs. She lifted her chin from her hands and froze. She listened silently. A shutting of a door started and footsteps started from the stairway.
Damon..He's already here? That was fast.
Elena got off the bed and stepped out of her room. But Damon was not there, nor was anyone. She frowned, feeling very certain that she heard someone come in from the door.
She walked toward the stairway. Her hand laid on the knobbed head of the stair rail. She looked down the stairs to find no one there.
All of a sudden, a strong arm captured her body by surprise. She screamed as the stranger covered a ragged cloth to her mouth. She fought him for the rag is scented with a powerful smell, a strong sedative. She kicked his legs and tried to beat the strength of his arms by uselessly pulling them off her.
The stranger pulled her close to his torso, tightening his hold around her body tightly. "Don't fight, human. Let it go. You can't beat me," he growled closer to her ear.
A vampire. How did he get in? I never invited him.
Her vision slowly blurred. She gritted her teeth to fight the drug, but the more she put her effort to fight, the more exhausted and weak she fell. Her muscles fell loose and her eyelids grew heavy, wanting to sleep.
"No..I won't let you take me away from here. I won't." She whimpered.
"You will." His foul breath of barely beer and almonds blew in her ear. "Your new master awaits for you."
As the last few seconds passed, her eyes finally gave in and she collapsed into the arms of her kidnapper.
~ Elena slowly opened her heavy eyes. A bad pang of a headache ached her head. She voluntary reached her hand to her forehead, but she couldn't, feeling a painful tool strapped around both her wrists.
She looked around her surroundings and found herself in a room. A new bedroom that almost resembles her own in Damon's house, except it's far more grander and well thought of with a fine color of lavender in a balanced spacious room. She looked above her head and found her arms bounded on the bed rails. She moved her legs and found her ankles bounded too.
She helplessly laid her head back on a pillow again. Her eyes bore up in the dullness of the ceiling, fighting the temptation to panic and worst, to cry.
Where am I? Damon, find me. Please Damon...
