Hello lovelies!

I just wanted to answer a question that most of you were asking me about the last chapter. The reason the last chapter was so undetailed and why the whole Katherine and Damon thing wasn't addressed was because the chapter was from the point of view of Shye. She has no idea what the hell is going on. This is her story and how she sees things so I totally get why most of you were confused because she is too. There will be POVs from other characters but this is mainly Shye's story. So please bear with me here lol questions will be answered as the story unfolds before Shye.

I really hope you guys like the new chapter. Please review!

Lots of Love,

Irais

Chapter 9 – Let the Games Begin

Next Day

Morning Time, I think.

I don't know for how long I've been awake. I woke up in a bed that wasn't my own, a room that I've never been in before and clothes that weren't mine. I was taken to God knows where. My skin felt sticky and it smelled like blood. Someone had tried to clean the damage from last night while I was knocked out but it had been a waste of time. It didn't erase the memory of what had happened. I could clearly see the blood there still. I recapped every moment of what happened last night and analyzed every little detail over and over again but nothing made sense, nothing at all. I wanted to understand, I think I wanted to understand, but I knew if I wanted answers I would have to talk to him…and I really didn't want to do that. I never wanted to see him again, any of them. Whoever these freaks were.

The image of Damon drinking blood, I think it was blood because it sure as fuck wasn't Hawaiian Punch, popped behind my eye lids everything time I blinked. I couldn't believe what I had seen. A saw someone drinking blood. He was a cannibal or something. Did he want to kill me and eat me for desert? Ice cold fear crawled up my spine. I got up from the bed and ran to one of the larger windows again. I tried opening it but gave up after a few pulls. I have been trying to open it since I woke. It was very much closed or stuck. The damn thing was made out of steel or something like it,even though it clearly was made it out of wood, or so it seemed. I thought of breaking the window but quickly tossed that idea out. There was wood zigzagging through the glass. If I couldn't even open the window I highly doubted I could break through it. But I couldn't just sit here. I needed to do something. I needed to escape.

I love you, Shye. His words kept echoing in my head. It made me want to scream out in disgust and hatred. What the fuck had that been all about? He did something to me. He is trying to brain wash me or something and he had almost succeeded. I had fallen for it last night. The memory felt so real and…pure? Is that the word I was looking for? Or was it romantic? Whatever, the point was that it felt too real. Like I had actually lived, as if I actually kissed him. I don't know what he did for me to see what I thought I saw but it obviously had something to do with why I couldn't remember how I had gotten home…and that bite and bruises all over my body. He had been torturing me…or raping me? Or both. Maybe I didn't want to remember what happened… Had I fought back? Was that why I had so many bruises? Is that why he had been bleeding so much? Had I done that to him in self-defense? God, I hope I was the one that made him bleed like that…the image of him sucking on the bag of blood flashed in my mind again. I winced and become nauseated. I leaned my forehead against the cold glass. That was one thing I wish I couldn't remember. Fear crawled up my spine again. I needed to get out of here. ASAP. I refused to be murdered here. I wasn't ready to call it quits.

I pushed myself away from the window and faced the bedroom. It was quite a large bedroom. The second largest bedroom I have ever been in. Jackie's bedroom from back home took the cake. This bedroom could have passed for a study if it weren't for the king size bed and the open door walk in closet that was easily larger than my kitchen. Rich people are assholes…and murders too, apparently.

I hurried over to the desk across the room and looked for anything that could help me open the window or use as a weapon. I didn't have to search for long as I threw papers and books off the desk before my hands touched a letter opener. "Perfect." It was even sharp and pointy. I carefully tucked the letter opener into the back of my sweat pants, or should I say someone else's sweat pants, the pants were a little too tight in the ass area. God, whoever these belonged to needs to eat a cheeseburger.

I ransacked the whole room but I found nothing else that I could use…just a lot and I do mean A LOT of very expensive looking alcohol. What the hell was I gonna do with that? Party them to death? I mean, I could use the bottles to throw at them or bash them if they got to close but that's as far as useful as it could get. I couldn't very well be carrying heavy bottles around with me as I ran for my life…oh what the hell.

I grabbed a few bottles from the pretend bookshelf; apparently someone didn't want to share their liquor so they hid them in a secret compartment behind the bookshelf, how selfish, and threw them onto the bed. I guess they must be very expensive and tasty if they were worth hiding.

I was about to go to the window again when I remembered the one place I didn't look.

I ran to the closet and started to through it but there were just clothes, shoes and more clothes, all in black and neutral colors. Someone clearly hated colors. I went through all the drawers found more clothes, jewelry and money. Bundles of it. Who the hell kept this amount of cash in a closet…the murdering kind I guess that who. I slammed the drawers shut in anger and I was just about to exit the closet when I saw the hangers and the clothing rod. Eureka! I quickly went to it and started trying to tear the rod off the wall. It wasn't moving. I started to remove some of the hanging clothes that were in my way and threw them on the floor. " C'mon." I started pulling at it with all the strength I could muster up but it was use. It wouldn't move. I started to do whatever I thought would help me tear it off. I even hung off of it and thrashed around to loosen it, it seemed to be working for a bit until my elbow pop. I fell to the floor in pain and in surprised.

"Fuck!" I whimpered as I rubbed my elbow and tried to push the minor injury aside and went to the huge island drawer that was in the center of the closet and leaned against it, hissing out in pain, and leveled myself up and started kicking the rod with my bare feet. It hurt. I gave 10 kicks before the pain started to become too much. I gave another kick and was about to take a break when i felt it budge. "Yes!" Adrenaline rushed through me and took a deep breath and gave a couple more kicks. The left side of the rod gave out. I climbed off the island table and rushed to it and started to pull. I knew the kicking and breaking of the rod were probably heard by someone downstairs. It had been pretty loud. I started to tear the rod from the other end of the wall like a crazy woman knowing I didn't have enough time to do what I needed to do. I knew they would come and check on me anytime now. Ever since I woke up someone would pass by and pause at the door, never entering or speaking, and they would just listen for any movement from my end and then they would leave when they were reassured I wasn't up trying to break out or whatever. The last checkup was half an hour ago, I think. I had to move fast.

I tried to be quiet as I walked back to the window with the rod in hand. I put the metal rod between one of the handle bars and started to privet it. The shutters moved slightly, making my heart skip a beat, it was working but it was making a loud ass noise. "C'mon!" I continued to push hoping against hope that it would work. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to push harder, I was almost free. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until the window broke open and I was finally able to breathe. The window had actually opened. I couldn't believe it. I tossed the rod aside and franticly threw the shudders open. I was barely about to hitch my leg over when I heard it, a door being opened and closed.

I froze in place. 'Run!', my mind was screaming at me but I couldn't make myself move.

" Shye, don't." He was a couple of feet behind me.

The sound of his voice lit a fire under my ass and I started to climb out the window. I had barely started to glance down at how steep the fall would be when I felt a pair of arms pulled me back into the house.

I screamed. "NO! LET ME GO!"

"Shye-"

I started to hit and kick him but he wouldn't let go until I scratched his face. He immediately let me go and backed away from me. He was hunching over and covering his face, grunting. Someone appeared in the door way, the same man from last night, the man who helped Damon drink that bag of blood. He looked at me for a second and rushed over to Damon.

He was saying something to him that was so low I couldn't even make out what it was. And I really didn't care. The rod was a few feet away from me, it was in the middle of Damon and the guy and myself. I was about to lunge for it when it was tossed to the side. The guy had looked at my expectedly. I wanted to kill him. I rushed over to the bed and grabbed the bottles that I had laid aside for an occasion like this. I had one in each hand pointed in their direction.

"Touch me and I'll-"

"Shye, dammit not the bottles." Damon whined, he had a huge scratch starting from his eyebrow going down to his cheek. I had gotten part of his eye too. It looked so red and disgusting. "Can you please set-"

"Shut up!" I cut him off. I was so scared and shaky but I was trying to prove a point. I was trying to be brave. I didn't want to die here. I didn't want either one of them to touch me. " Back off!"

Damon and the guy hesitated but did as I told.

" Shye, we are not going to hurt you. You have my word." Damon said gently. His voice was like nails on a chalkboard. I wanted to kill him.

"Fuck you!" I threw one of the bottles at him and he caught it just before it hit him, he did with such ease that it angered me to my core.

"Oh thank God." Damon said relieved as he set the bottle down on the side, gently.

I growled and threw another bottle but he caught it once more.

"Shye stop!" The other one stepped towards me but Damon put a hand over his shoulder and said, " Get near her, Stefan, and I'll kill you."

Stefan? I took a closer look at him and felt my body being thrown back but I was perfectly still.

" Don't make this difficult." He slammed me against a wall and pressed his body against mine to stop me from thrashing around. " I dont want to hurt you…

I was staring right at Stefan in horror, I was remembering.

" Don't make this difficult." He slammed me against a wall and pressed his body against mine to stop me from thrashing around. " I dont want to hurt you…

"Shye, are you okay?" I heard Damon speaking to me but it sounded so far away. Terror and adrenaline was cruising through me but it felt off…it was an old terror and adrenaline…I was remembering how I had felt. I was remembering what he had done to me.

He had been questioning me in an alley…I had met him right outside of Mystic Grill but he had dragged me into the dark…I remember trying to break free but that blonde girl hit me…I woke up in a study or was it a living room?...i had tried to fight then too…but I had lost…

" Fuck you!" I was surprised how brave my voice sounded. " LET ME GO!" I said to Stefan who was looking at my balled up fist and ring. He started to pry my fingers open. " NO! PLEASE DON'T!"

Stefan looked hesitantly at the ring and then took a deep breath and touched it. He started to scream out in pain, causing Caroline and I to jump. I watched in horror as Stefan's features started to change. His eyes became black with red veins appearing around them, his teeth seemed to grow out, like a vampire's. He looked like a monster. I become very still.

" Stefan!" Caroline screamed.

Stefan continued to touch my ring and then slowly started to pull it off of me.

" No." I whispered as I tried to pull my hand away from him but it was hopeless. The ring was off. I felt my heart crumble. Stefan's tossed the ring across the room and his features started to go back to normal, human.

I was thrown back to reality in a gasp. Damon was standing right in front of me, his eyes full of concern; his hand was an inch away from my cheek. " Shye, talk to me." He said gently. He looked so worried, I had seen that face many times before. I felt like I had anyway. I wanted to speak out and scream but I couldn't. It was like my voice had frozen over by fear. I was opening my mouth but nothing would come out, just small whimpers. I had tears in my eyes that were blurring my vision. I couldn't clearly see Damon's face anymore.

"Shye, baby speak-" He touched my cheek and a hot jolt cursed through me. Damon was thrown back into the wall and falling on the floor in a loud thud. There was a giant hole in the wall where Damon's body hit it. Every cell in my body was in alarm.

I looked down at Damon in surprise. He was withering and screaming out in pain as Stefan went to him and tried helping him but he flinched away from him. He looked at his hand, it was red and smoke was radiating from it…it was like a fire pit being put out. He tried reaching for him again but he screamed, "Don't!" Stefan looked desperately down at him and then slowly turned to look at me as if he had remembered I was in the room.

I backed away frightened until I hit something solid, making me stop. I was shaking.

"Make it stop." He spoke evenly. I jumped.

His face, I was remembering his face. How he had turned. He wasn't human. These people weren't human…demons.

"I said make it stop!" He growled.

I closed my eyes and shrunk down into a ball on the floor. I tried tuning out Damon and Stefan's screaming. I was rocking myself back and forth. I was trying to pretend I was anywhere else but here. I was picturing myself back at home. At the beach with my parents. God, I would give anything to be there right now…where everything felt safe. Mommy...Daddy…I love you.

Tears were quickly falling down my face now and I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to stop them. I started to pray but soon stopped. I couldn't even remember an actual prayer…is that why they had come for me? Because I didn't go to church more…

"Stop it!" I felt hands start to shake me.

" Stefan, what is going on?" A girl screamed. I didn't even notice her enter the room. She was looking down at Damon with her hands in her hair. She looked hopeless and she turned to look at me. " Stegan, let her go!"

" She's torturing him!" Stefan spat back at the girl.

" Let her go Stefan." She begged. She ran towards us. She was trying to tear Stefan away from me. She was fighting for me when I had already given up out of fear…was she an angel among these demons?

"Stefan!" He was holding me too tight. I felt like my bones were going to break under his hands but I would have tried to fight him off if I thought it would have helped me but I knew it wouldn't. He was too strong…I remembered. I couldn't beat a demon. No human could. All I could do was scream. "You're hurting her!"

"Elena, back off." He yelled at her as his hold on me tightened even more. It was hurting far too much.

"Shye!" Damon was screaming my name. "Look at me!" I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see. I just wanted this nightmare to be over. "Ever more!"

My eyes flew open and Damon's screaming ceased. Stefan let go me and went to Damon. The girl, Elena looked at me with a strange look on her face and backed away from me and went to Damon as well.

" Don't touch me." Damon muttered as he laid on the floor on a weird angel. Stefan and Elena were hovering over him, hands extended out to him, wanting to touch him but afraid to. " Just give me a minute."

They weren't paying attention to me anymore. They were completely focused on Damon now. I reached for the letter opener and shakily pressed it to my throat. If I was going to die here it was going to be by my own hands. Not there's

" No!" Damon screamed.

I closed my eyes and said goodbye to the ones I loved.