A/N- Today was quite the eventful day. My mom got her wallet stolen, so that was a blast. It was a long day to say the least. Anyways, this is the long chapter! I just want to say a quick thanks to ShiningStar324, I love reading all of your reviews! And maayan21051 for being so AWESOME and pming me ways to improve this story. And also, VampireLuvr for reviewing! The ideas you gave me are awesome. I haven't thought of Bonnie finding out first, which would be really cool. And I'm glad you like this story! THANK YOU ALLLLL SO MUCH FOR READING, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER, TO MAKE UP FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER BEFORE!
Disclaimer- I'm running out of things to say here other than "I still don't own TVD or Damon, Bonnie, Caroline, Stefan, Matt, etc."
Chapter 10- Rules or Die
Damon wakes up from the couch in the living room. He gasps for air from his weak and dry throat. He slowly holds himself up, propping his back against the armrest. He tilts his head slightly back, trying to soothe his sore neck. His ribs grind against his skin. Bed rested Damon? What a sight for sore eyes. I need to get up. I need to kill him. I can't let him do this and get away with it.
He slept a night without any distractions, for the first time in months. He wasn't sure what happened yesterday, when Stefan came to save him. Except the fact that he meant to save Damon, when he just took his doppelgänger.
Damon quickly stands up. It makes him feel a little light-headed because he got up too fast. He soon starts to sway side to side, and then his legs give up on him, and his eyes roll backwards. He comes crashing down, his body slamming against the wooden floorboards.
He flutters his eyes open to find himself back in the cell. What happened? Where am I? Damon crawls to the wall, and sits himself against it. Oh my god, I'm back in here. How did I get back in here? I escaped. What's going on? What happened to me? Damon can hear footsteps coming closer to him. His heart speeds up.
"Hello?" Damon's raspy voice screams out.
Damon holds the wall as he tries to stand up. His knees immediately collapse and Damon falls back onto the dusty floor.
"Vaughn! Get over here and finish me yourself." Damon screams out. If he can get him over there, Damon can kill him, and everything would be over. The footsteps are getting louder. Scattered breaths are everywhere. There's more than one person? The footsteps stop right in front of his door.
"Damon?"
"Elena."
"Damon!"
"You're here."
Elena opens the iron door by breaking the lock. A creak sound comes from the hinges of the door. Damon stares at Elena, helpless.
"Oh my god, Damon. Are you okay?" Elena asks, rushing to his side.
"I am now." Damon gives Elena a weak smile. "I'm… I'm a little tired… right now. Can I… talk to you… later?" Damon slurs out. His eyelids become heavy, like someone has placed weights on his eyelids.
"Damon. No. DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES DAMON! WAKE UP! DAMON!" Elena cries out, shaking Damon. She clutches her hands, and then her palm makes contact with Damon's face, leaving a light cherry colored hand mark on his pale face. Damon opens his eyes, and stares into Elena's beautiful brown eyes.
"I… I'm sorry… I Love… You." Damon wheezes out, before his eyes close, and his face starts to turn gray.
Elena looks around the room for something sharp. She was not going to let Damon desiccate on her. She runs outside the door to find the lock she broke. She takes the broken lock, and finds a semi-sharp end. She stabs it into her hand, groaning out loud. She grasps her bloody hand, and runs back to Damon. She stuffs her gash into Damon's mouth, forcing him to feed on her. The warm blood trickles into Damon's mouth. His eyes flicker into life.
"Oh my god, Damon. I thought I lost you for a second." Elena says, face full of tears. Her eyes are puffy and red. Damon holds her hand down onto his face, sucking the blood that is dripping out. His eyes are blood red with black holes in the middle, while the veins underneath his eyes are moving like a rapid river. He sits up, and sucks on more of the blood.
"Okay, I think it's enough." Elena cries out, her hand feeling like it's lost senses. Her hand is numb and she can barely move her finger. "Damon, please stop. You're hurting me." Elena begs Damon to stop, but he can't. He can't let go of the delicious tasting liquid. The feeling is overcoming him. He can't stop.
"DAMON STOP! PLEASE!" Elena screams and tries to drag her hand out of Damon's tight grasp. Elena takes her other hand and fumbles around on the ground trying to find the broken lock. Her hand touches the heavy iron, and clenches onto it for dear life. She takes the lock, making sure the pointy side is away from her, and stabs Damon in the arm.
"Ouch!" Damon falls back in pain, holding his arm. He has enough blood to heal the stab. Elena clenches her hand, trying to gain some feeling in it. Her hand is starting to pulse, and it throbs.
"Oh my god, Elena. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear. I couldn't help myself. I'm so sorry." Damon says. His eyes widen at the sight of a hurt Elena.
"Damon, you could've killed me. What is wrong with you!" Elena screams out, tears filling her eyes.
"I'm sorry Elena! I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened, it just overcame me, and I couldn't stop it." Damon screams out, feeling really bad for what happened.
"Stefan managed to stop Klaus's compulsion for a while, and you couldn't control yourself to stop feeding on me?" Elena screams out, angry with Damon.
Damon falls back. Idiot, idiot, idiot. I'm so stupid. I can't compete with Stefan. This is going to be exactly like how it was with Katherine. No matter how much affection I show for them, they always go running back to Stefan. What am I doing wrong?
"I'm not Stefan, and I never will be." Damon lowers his voice, glaring at Elena. "So stop comparing me to Stefan, because he and I are two completely different people. I will never be him, and he will never be me." Damon hears a set of footsteps getting louder and louder. It was Vaughn.
"Damon! Yoo-hoo!" Vaughn says in a singsong tone. He opens the iron door, and Damon vamp speeds to Vaughn, and catches him off guard.
"Get Elena out of here." Damon says, while strangling Vaughn's throat.
"We're j-just going to be c-carrying a corpse out." Vaughn stammers out. Damon lets go of his grasp and turns around. Two huge men are holding Elena up with a knife to her throat. Damon stares in confusion as to how those men got behind him when Vaughn and him were fumbling together in the doorway.
"All it takes is just one word for them to kill her. Follow me, or she dies." Vaughn says, before coughing.
"Okay, fine. But don't you dare hurt her, or I swear I will kill you- all of you." Damon threatens turning back to face Vaughn.
"Should you really be in the position to threaten us? Release her." Vaughn coolly says to the men. They drop her on the floor, her whole body collapsing. The two men walk up to Damon, and tie his hands with vervain ropes. Damon winces at the pain, and starts to fidget his hands around. They push him back into the cylinder shaped room, and chain him back up on the wall. They grin at each other before looking back at the again- helpless Damon.
"Okay, bring her in." Vaughn demands. Two women come into the room, dragging a pale Elena.
"What are you doing? Let her go you bastard! Leave her alone!" Damon screams, banging his chains around, causing a lot of commotion.
"Silence him." Vaughn orders, and as usual, they all obey him. A man walks towards him with a stake, and stabs him right in the torso.
"AAAH!" Damon screams out, shaking. His wound is taking a little longer to heal.
"Let's get to the fun part now. Damon, would you like to play a game?" Vaughn asks a bleeding Damon.
"No." Damon says through gritted teeth. Vaughn walks to Elena, and holds a knife to her cheek.
"Let me ask again. Would you like to play a game?" Vaughn asks, now more persistent. Damon stares at Elena, the person who he would easily die for- no doubt about it. Elena gives him a look- the say-yes-you-idiot-stare.
"Yes." Damon whispers out, staring at the knife held against her cheek.
"Good boy. The rules are simple. One, always listen to me and do what I say. Got it?" Vaughn laughs.
"Yes." Damon murmurs out.
"I'm sorry, what did you say? Can you say that louder for me?" Vaughn mocks.
"Yes!" Damon screams out. Vaughn nods his head in approval.
"Two, don't try to run away. Three, you will always reply back with a 'sir' or 'ma'am' when talking to any one of your captors. Four, always ask before you do. Five, do not disobey any of your captors, including me. Six, don't tell your captors and I what to do. Seven, do not lie to any of us. If you do happen to break ANY of these rules, I will hurt everyone you ever love and care about, and that also includes you. Do you agree to these rules?" Vaughn stares at Damon, his eyes piercing into his soul.
"Yes." Damon mutters under his breath.
This is crazy. In no way in hell am I going to agree with these rules. I'm not going to not escape because it's one of his crazy rules.
"You just broke a rule. Two, might I add." Vaughn eerily says to Damon.
"What did I break already?" Damon wearily asks, raising his head up to look at Vaughn.
"Rule number three, always reply back with a 'sir' or a 'ma'am'. Also, rule number seven, you lied to me about agreeing."
"How did you know?" Damon asks. Vaughn frowns at Damon.
"Again, rule number three. Always reply back with a 'sir' or a 'ma'am'. You seem to have not yet put these rules in your mind. Memorize them, because they're going to be the only thing keeping you alive."
Vaughn looks at one of his partners. A tall and buff guy with a long dragon tattoo on his right arm walks up to Damon with a stake, and stabs it near his heart. A female with dyed brown hair and black roots showing walks to a lever. She pulls the lever, and a scratching noise comes from the ceiling.
The window was open, with sunlight gushing into the room. Damon's skin immediately turns red, and starts bleeding and burning. It blisters up, and the only sound you can hear is the sizzling from Damon's skin, and his ear-piercing scream. Fifteen seconds later, the female closes the window. Damon is hanging limp from the chains, his skin taking a long time to heal itself.
"Bring her in." Demands Vaughn. A new set of captors drags out a drugged Bonnie Bennett. Damon looks at the helpless Bonnie.
"Bonnie?" Damon says, quietly. She starts to move her head side to side, and groans out loud.
"What the hell!" She screams out before scrambling up. The captors hold her arms to prevent her from running away. She sees Damon chained up with his skin bright red with blisters all over.
"Oh my god, Damon? Are you okay?" She asks, fumbling with the captors, trying to run up to Damon. She looks at Vaughn before looking back at Damon.
"Damon? There are two of you? What is going on?"
"This is the result of breaking my rules. Watch carefully." Vaughn breathes out. He takes a knife, and walks up to Bonnie screaming.
"NO STOP! PLEASE STOP! DON'T KILL HER. I WILL FOLLOW YOUR RULES. STOP!" Damon screams out, trying to break the chains to set him free.
"Rule number three, reply with a 'sir' or 'ma'am'. Rule number six, don't tell us what to do. You are on a roll." Vaughn says, his back facing Damon.
"Damon? What are you doing?" Bonnie pleads out, her green eyes starting to tear up.
"Oh, sweet and innocent Bonnie." Vaughn says, now right in front of Bonnie. He holds up his knife, and in one swift movement, cuts Bonnie's throat open.
All of a sudden, it's Damon who's standing in front of a dead Bonnie, and in his hand holds a bloody knife. His hands are all red, and he has splatters of blood all over him.
"Oh my god, Bonnie. BONNIE! WAKE UP. PLEASE WAKE UP! BONNIE!" Damon sobs, falling onto his knees.
Damon wakes up in the middle of the woods, not knowing what happened and how he ended up here. The sky is dark, with the moon glaring down on him. Damon gets up, feeling the blood rushing down to his legs. He can't feel his legs or arms; it is completely numb. He shakes it off, and endures the pain. He walks north, or what seems to be like north, until he notices something furry prowling around. It is a coyote.
"Time to start the Stefan diet." Damon whispers out loud, not knowing exactly whom he's talking to. Stefan… That word seems so close, yet so far away. He feels a sense of home for a split moment. He envisions the living room with the glass of Bourbon on the tray. He runs to the coyote, and in one leap, he catches his prey. He bites into the coyote, missing the taste of blood. It is no human blood, but it's still blood, and he can't complain.
His fangs are covered in red, and his lips tinted. As he licks his lips, he starts to feel like he's suffocating. He starts coughing up blood, and then falls on his knees, dust flying out from underneath his legs. Grasping ahold of his throat, he coughs wildly. He coughs up more blood, and soon he's lying on the woods, face down, wondering to himself what had just happened.
He scrambles to his feet and runs straight. His whole body feels like jelly. His eyes start to blur the setting. He continues running, until he sees a clearing up ahead.
Oh my god. It's a clearing. I'm going to escape. I'M GOING TO ESCAPE!
His eyes brighten as he gathers up the rest of his strength to get out of here, and confront Stefan and Vaughn. He can finally drink some of the Bourbon he is so dearly missing, hug his brother, call Bonnie "Bon-Bon" one more time, roll his eyes at Caroline's fail attempt to make the situation better, rant to Alaric about his feelings for Elena and how unfair the world was, and most of all, just feeling safe in his house.
He gets to the border and is about to cross it, when all of a sudden, he gets an excruciating pain that stings his whole body, and he goes flying backwards, hitting a tree. He falls down, and his world goes black.
Images of him killing Bonnie starts running in his brain.
I killed Bonnie. I killed Bonnie. I killed Bonnie. I'm the reason that she died.
And then, his own voice pops up in amidst of all his thoughts.
"I told you already. Rule number two, don't try to run away."
-Screen fades to black- -Vampire Diaries shows on the screen- -That one TVD theme song I can't describe is being played, and on the bottom right hand corner of the screen it says "Next episode playing in 15 seconds"- Yeah, I've been on Netflix way too much. I need to go out and walk around a bit more. Nah, I think I'll stay home and re-watch TVD 20 more times. Thanks for reading guys and I love you all so much and thanks for supporting my story! You have inspired me to write more, and it feels good.
-Angela