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Stefan POV

The line went dead as Stefan heard Elena's gasp. She must have heard everything, but that was no good to him; Stefan knew that Damon would simply erase her memory.

As Stefan tried to think of other ways of finding Elena, apart from using Bonnie, it hit him. Damon wasn't using compulsion; if he was, Elena wouldn't have been surprised at the realisation that Damon had tricked her.

As the realisation sunk in, Stefan slid down the wall he was standing against, and put his head in his hands.

If Elena wasn't under Damon's compulsion, which meant she wanted to be with him; that she was there of her own free will, and wasn't trying to escape.

As she didn't want to be found, this entire journey had been wasted.

"No", thought Stefan. He can't let Damon win, there had to be more to it. If Elena didn't know Damon had set this whole thing up, then she must have been mad at Stefan, and wanted to get back at him.

Stefan lifted his head; he wasn't about to give up. He had to find out the full truth, and nothing was going to stop him. Even if Elena didn't love him anymore, he had to try.

Bonnie POV

What had she done? She had tried to seduce her best friend's boyfriend when she had been kidnapped by his evil brother.

As the tears of hatred of herself and abandonment fell down Bonnie's face, objects flew around her, until she heard a sound behind her. Everything went clattering to the floor as Bonnie tensed: she was feeling another's presence.

At first Bonnie felt very afraid, but as she began to turn around, she was over whelmed with the feeling of love and comfort.

"Grams", Bonnie gasped, as she saw her Grandmother, slightly transparent in front of her.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"But you're dead. How are you hearing?" Bonnie sniffed: she was so happy. She had missed her grandmother so much.

"Bonnie," her grandmother said in a soft, gentle voice. "I never left. Even though my body died, my spirit will always remain. I will always be here for you; I'm here now to help".

Bonnie reached out to touch her grandmother, but her hand went straight through her.

"But grams, how can you help, I've messed up so badly. Stefan hates me; Elena will as well when she finds out." Bonnie's tears began to start again, as she remembered what she had done.

"Bonnie, my dear, you have so much to learn still. You know what we are: for us nothing is impossible. We control the supernatural; whatever we want is ours." Bonnie's grandmother was smiling warmly down at Bonnie.

"But grams, what I wanted, it's wrong; it's wrong to take Stefan. I mean Elena's been kidnapped. I should be helping rescue her, not trying to bag a Salvatore for myself." Bonnie put her head in her hands; she was so over whelmed with guilt.

"Dear Bonnie: that is where you're wrong. She hasn't been kidnapped; Elena is quite happy with Damon, and so you should be happy with Stefan if you want him".

Bonnie didn't know what to say. Her grandmother had never lied to her, and that meant she was right about Elena. Elena was selfish, so why shouldn't Bonnie be. Her grandmother was right: she was a witch. She controlled the supernatural, so she controlled Stefan, and she would make him hers. She would make him love her; make him look at her the way he looked at Elena. She would have whatever she wanted, and no one was going to stand in her way.

"Tell me what to do," Bonnie growled, power and dominance filling her veins.

Suddenly, beneath her grandmother was a spell book. "This is the family's spell book. It is yours now," and with that she dissolved into the air, like mist.

Elena POV

As she looked at his face, she was lost for words. How could he have done that to her? He was responsible for this whole thing. His plan to get her into bed had worked, and what was worse was that some part of his conscious had kicked in, and he hadn't compelled her to give him her virginity… but she had. She had cheated on Stefan, with his own brother.

She didn't know who she was madder at: herself, or him. She couldn't fully blame him for this; she gave him permission; she agreed to sleep with him; she had even enjoyed it. And now Stefan was never going to forgive her. He thought that Damon was compelling her, but when he learnt the truth, he may not even want her anymore.

"Well I have to at least try", thought Elena, and she turned away from Damon.

"Elena, no let me explain." Damon grabbed her arm, and pulled her back towards him.

"I don't want to hear your excuses; you lied to me, I never want to see you again." Elena tried to pull her arm out of Damon's strong grip.

"No, you're not going anywhere. Now that I know the truth, we will be together. I can't let you go running back to him now, not after what has happened between us." Damon's voice was calm, but pleading.

"What truth Damon? You tricked me. The only reason I'm here is because I had no other choice. Now let me go to Stefan." Even though she knew her words weren't completely true, she wanted him to let her go. She had to get to Stefan; he was going to be so upset with her.

"Elena I love you, and you love me to; you just won't admit it. So you're staying until you do." Elena stopped struggling at his words; he had never said that to her before, and she was stunned.

Damon POV

Damon took this opportunity to pull her over to the bed.

"Wait here, I'll be right back." Damon moved from the bed, over to their luggage.

Elena didn't have time to move from the bed, even if she had wanted to before Damon was back.

"Damon, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Elena shouted in protest, as he slapped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists and the bar of the bed.

A wolfish grin swept across Damon's face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to try and talk you into any kinky stuff. Well not yet anyway." Elena couldn't help it, as heat flooded her cheeks, and turned her beetroot.

Like a switch, Elena was angry again.

"So, what? You're just going to keep me here prisoner for the rest of my days?" she shouted at him in disgust.

"Of course not; just until you realise that you're in love with me - and make no mistake Elena, you do love me. The sooner you realise that, the better it will be." He stroked her cheek with his finger, and as she pulled back, he grabbed her jaw, and made her face him again.

"I don't love you Damon, so this is pointless. I will never be yours." Even though her words hurt, he let her go. He knew what she said wasn't true: if it was, she wouldn't have willingly given up her virginity to him.

As Damon stood up from the bed, anger flared in Elena. She was not going to be chained to a bed like a slave, while he done whatever he wanted. "Damon, why do you need these? It's not like I can out run you", she said through clenched teeth. "But, I'll try", Elena added silently to herself.

"Because you will try anyway, and I don't much fancy showing my rather dashing naked self to the staff, when I bring you back".

As Damon walked into the bathroom, he had to remind himself not to be too rough with her; she was, after all human, and humans were complex creatures. They didn't have a switch for their emotions the way vampires did. That's when the idea hit him: maybe in order to fully have Elena for himself, he had to make her more like himself. Maybe then she would understand better. Only time would tell.

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