Elena POV
When I wake up, I don't open my eyes immediately. Could that have really happened? Did Damon and I . . . really? I feel a smile tug at my lips. And I had daydreamed about kissing him.
I stretch my arms forward and roll over. But when I open my eyes it's still dark. Did I wake up in the middle of a dream, maybe? Weird. I try to reach my hand up to rub my eyes, but my wrists are bound together. I gasp and try to pull them apart to no avail. I sit up and . . .
THUD!
"Ow!" I mutter aloud as I ram my forehead into a cool piece of metal. I now notice my ankles are tied too, and I begin to panic. I tug my arms and legs apart, no luck.
I hear a crunching noise, and my body jerks upward. My brows furrow and I look around. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Pop.
Light hits me in the eyes and I squint up at the man. He leans forward to pick me up and I scream.
He doesn't even flinch. He tucks me under one arm and carries my over to another car, a giant SUV. I try to kick him, but he barely moves. He opens the trunk and throws me into the back. There is a dog cage, blocking me from the two drivers; a female with short brown hair and a male with the same length of hair, but darker. They are both wearing sunglasses and hats, as if they are major celebrities hiding from paparazzi.
There is a tap on the window, and the female rolls it down in the drivers seat. "What?" She asks with a heavy accent I cannot place.
"What are you going to do to her?" Asks the man who put me here.
The boy snorts.
The woman lowers her glasses a bit. "Why does that matter to you?"
"I – I was j-just wondering," He stutters.
"Hop in," says the boy.
"Trevor," The girl says.
"What?" Says the man.
"Just hop in." Trevor lifts his hand and pulls his fingers in invitation.
The man listens and gets in the back. Then the car revs forward. Trevor and the girl start arguing about how something was unnecessary. I lean forward.
"Please," I whisper. "Why are you doing this?"
He looks back at me, and stares at my body for a moment too long. I look down and realize the pig didn't bother to place me in a robe, and I am wearing only my bra and panties. I try to cover myself with my legs and arms, but it doesn't work for the better.
He looks back at the road, and I don't even want to know what he's thinking.
I swallow hard and feel myself begin to shiver. What will Damon think when he wakes up and I'm not there? Will he be mad? What if he thinks I just up and left, or he thinks it was only a dream.
The car stops by an old, dreary house and the drivers get out of the car. The girl opens the back door and invites the man outside. He follows her to the front of the vehical, and Trevor grabs his arm. The girl and him shove the man back on the hood of the van and they sink they're teeth into him.
I scream in unison with the man.
"No!" I grab onto the gate. "No, stop! Please!"
Within moments, the man goes limp and his head lulls back, his blank eyes staring into mine before the vampires shove him to the ground.
I hear the woman say, "Get the girl."
The boy opens the back door and yanks the gate off its hinges. He reaches toward me, I jump away but he snatches my hair. I cry out once I'm in the open. "Damon! Somebody, please! Anyone!"
The boy shoves me into the house, and I fall to the ground with my ankles bound.
"So nice." The girl leans forward and picks me up as if I am nothing and throws me to Trevor. "Carry her to the couch."
I try to kick away, but he can't even tell. I ram my arm into the wall as we go, and I feel hot liquid dripping down my arm.
Trevor drops me on the hard floor.
The girl groans. "Can't you do anything?"
"Can't you smell it?" He asks. "Rose, just take a whiff."
"My nose operates perfectly fine," Rose hisses. "Come along."
"C'mon." Trevor leans forward and touches my bare stomach. "Just a taste."
I gasp and shout, "No!"
"Trevor, you just had a half with me!" Rose mutters.
"He was tainted, alcohol and cigars." Trevor runs his nose up my arm, to my shoulder, and his tongue snakes out and hits my neck. "She's pure and clean, you can smell it!"
I tremble under his hand.
"Trevor, control yourself." Rose takes a step forward. "She is not ours. You cannot kill–"
"I won't kill her!" Trevor insists. "You know you want to."
The skin under Rose's eyes moves and her irises turn black. "Well . . ."
"Please." My voice is a whisper. "Please don't do this."
They don't appear to hear me. Rose grabs the arm with the scrap on it and Trevor sinks into my neck. I scream at the top of my lungs at the fire going through me. When my Damon did it, I felt like soaring, now I feel like crying.
I feel myself begin to get lightheaded as Rose pulls away. "Trevor," she says. "Trevor, stop!"
A breath escapes my lips and their voices become fainter and fainter.
"Trevor, that's enough!" Rose is yelling, but I can barely hear her as I fall into a stiff unconsciousness.
The last thing I remember thinking before darkness took me down was . . . Damon.