"Damon I'm sorry," I said frantically as the dark haired vampire pushed me into his room. He closed the door and I found my eyes drifting toward the handle, begging it to open, for someone to come rescue me.

"No you aren't. I thought you would at least be smart enough to listen to me and save your own skin but no. And now, I will have to teach you a lesson," He growled in response. I backed into the wall. I pressed myself against it as close as I would go as Damon paced towards me. His eyes screamed fury and an uneasy knot settled awkwardly in my stomach.

"No you don't. Caroline just made me so mad, and Tanner was a good guy... but I understand why you killed him. You were right. I'll behave, I promise," I rambled, focusing my eyes on the tight set of his jaw and glancing over his clenched fists.

"You seem to make a lot of promises you can't keep. You say you will do one thing and then turn around and do the opposite. I can't trust you to do anything, so instead I will have to make you listen. I will have to make you understand." His voice was dark and lowered to a deep rumble as he continued. I felt a whimper pass my lips as he grabbed my elbows, pinning me harder to the wall then I had originally been. I looked down at his hands taking deep breaths to stop my shaking.

"It will be different this time, I prom-. It will be different this time," I whispered. His grip tightened around my arm. I bit my lip from letting another cry escape.

"Yes, it will be," Damon threatened. I suddenly felt his hand grab a handful of my tangled red hair. He pulled my head to the side roughly exposing my neck. He didn't waste a second of time before he has plunged his fangs into the soft, human-like skin above my artery. I couldn't stop the scream that followed. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping the pain would disappear but as he drank the blood from my veins the pain only increased. I felt my own hunger coming back and building inside of me. I felt my veins drying out, every last drop of blood being consumed by the monster. I remember flailing my arms, probably in an attempt to hit Damon or push him away but even the motive behind my actions had faded in my mind. I was blinded by pain and before I knew it, the world went dark.

...

"You do not have to do this father. You are already the strongest creature on this planet. Why do you want more?" I asked, desperate after my father's threatening words. He smirked and looked back at his brother. Elijah stood stoic, not reacting to the event taking place in front of him. In the back of my mind I prayed to a God I did not believe in that he would interfere and let me go. I prayed that part of the white oak survived and a hero would rush in with the last stake, killing us all. But that did not happen, nor would it ever happen. Klaus turned his teasing gaze back to me.

"Because I want to be immortal. I want to be the most feared and powerful man in existence. I want to rule, with no chance of being overthrown. I want complete and utter control over it all," he raved. I did not take my eyes off of his for fear of missing something, anything that would give me hope that this would not happen. I could not let it happen. If my father became a hybrid, many people would die. I could not stand around and let that happen.

"You are already strong. Give up this crazy dream and rule as you are," I tried. The smirk fell from his face and he moved closer to me.

"You do not understand. You will never understand what it takes to be a King. How could you? You are just a pathetic girl," He hissed back. I met his eyes while trying to hide the hurt in my own.

"I am stronger than you think," I whispered. He chuckled once.

"I am sure you are, love. But you realize that if we go through with this ritual you too could be a hybrid, you could have a thousand times the strength you have now. It must be hard for you. Living forever with nothing to live for. You wander, you run. Join me and you will be the most powerful woman alive," he said. I felt the compulsion behind his words and my mind fought desperately to fight it off. I closed my eyes for a moment, my mind at battle with itself. The force behind Klaus' suggestion tore through my own thoughts, dismissing them but I held on tight and soon his control ceased to exist.

"No," I finally growled in response. My father sighed and turned away from me, his hands folded neatly behind his back.

"I thought you might say that. That is okay. I came with a back up plan." He pulled a small vial from one of his pockets and lifted it so I could see it over his retreating form. He handed it to his brother who looked down at it, finally showing signs of concern and worry. The sudden onset of his emotion startled me. I instantly began running, afraid of what would happen next. I got just outside the house before Elijah appeared in front of me.

"I am sorry," he whispered. I looked at him with wide eyes before he grabbed me and wrapped one arm securely around me. He forced my mouth open and poured the contents of the vial into my mouth, soon after covering my mouth forcing me to swallow it. The moment it hit my skin I knew it was vervain. A burning sensation ran through me and I tried to scream but Elijah's hand over my mouth wouldn't let me. I felt tears running down my face as the toxin burned me from the inside out. I closed my eyes and let the darkness and pain take me.

...

I opened my eyes slowly, not expecting the searing pain that ran through my head. I groaned and rolled myself over, tightly gripping the blanket in my hand. I froze. My eyes opened wide as I looked down at the blanket it my hand.

"Good morning Annie," I heard from behind me. I quickly sat up and looked back to see Damon laying beside me on his bed.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice shaky. He smirked and sat up gently placing his hand on my shoulder.

"I drank your blood until you passed out. It didn't really take that long. I apologize for taking so much. It just tastes so good," he whispered in my ear. I shuddered and turned away from him. The stiffness in all of my joints and the burning sensation running through every one of my muscles suddenly made sense.

"So, is that it then. Is the punishment over?" I asked weakly. I was very aware of every movement Damon made after that. None of them would be considered threatening but his words and the darkness behind then came across differently.

"Oh no, that was child's play. You are staying in today. There is the whole Founder's thing going on and I need to mingle. You however have a whole lot of pain left to endure." He ran his hand softly over my arm and placed soft kisses against the torn skin on my neck.

"I'm terribly hungry," I whispered. I felt his cold smile press against my skin.

"And you will stay hungry until I say so, got it?" I nodded and he pulled away from me. "Good get up. And put this on," he tossed one of his black shirts at me, "Your other one got a little stained and torn." I looked down at myself to find myself in only my bra and underwear.

"Did you really need to take my pants off too?" I shouted pulling the blanket over myself. I saw him smirk at me as I pulled the shirt over my head, desperate to cover myself. It was pointless though. Whatever Damon wanted to see, he had seen that night. I sighed as I stepped onto the floor carefully. I felt the muscles in my legs give way. Damon's arms were instantly steadying me. I glared up at him. He held his smirk as he lead me out of his room and towards Stefan's. "What are we doing?" I asked. He put one finger to my lips to quiet me as we entered his brother's room.

Stefan was fast asleep on his bed but the moment we entered the room he started tossing and turning. I looked over curiously at Damon. He was smirking, but focusing strictly on his brother. He kept a tight grip on my arm. I winced and tried to pull away. He shook my arm once in warning but didn't look away from his brother. Suddenly, Stefan sat up with a gasp.

"Bad dream?" Damon teased. His smirk grew as he looked at the momentary look of horror on his brother's face. "Do you know how easy it was to get into your head just now? You really need some human blood, or Annie blood." Damon looked over at me, catching my eye for a moment before I turned my gaze to my feet. "It might even the playing field. Football reference." I felt my breath catch in my throat as the events of last night ran through my mind. I felt tears sting my eyes as I watched Tanner die in front of me over and over. "Too soon?"

I was unaware of what was happening in the room around me. Damon grabbed me and pulled me in front of him at vampire speed. I let out a loud, pained gasp as a knife tore its way into my stomach. Damon looks at it over my shoulder and lets out a low laugh. I looked down at the knife protruding from my stomach. I moved my hand over the handle, bracing myself to pull it out but I didn't get the chance. Damon took my hands and turned my around, holding them in front of me, not removing the blade from my abdomen.

"Annie," Stefan whispered, panicked. Damon had me turned so I couldn't see his brother's face. I closed my eyes when the pain increased as my skin tried to heal as well as it could around the blade. I let out a low cry and tried to pull my hands out of Damon's to pull the blade out but he wouldn't let go.

"All right, I deserved that. I just wanted to let you know, they caught the culprit. The animal responsible for killing coach Tanner and all those people," Damon said, smirking down at me. I felt his grip tighten as he mentioned an animal. I had killed those people, I was the real animal. I looked up curiously at Damon.

"What are you talking about?" Stefan asked. I could hear the worry in his voice. I wanted to comfort him and tell him I was okay. I wanted to lie but the pain forced the words to stay in my throat.

"It was a mountain lion. Really big one. It attacked a hunter this morning. It's all over the news. "Deadly beast captured. All's well in Mystic Falls," Damon explained, taking his eyes off mine and looking back at his brother. I heard movement behind me. I think Stefan stood up to face his brother, but I wasn't sure.

"Why would you cover your tracks?" the younger Salvatore asked. I groaned and pulled my hands slightly, regaining Damon's attention.

"Why didn't you just expose me?" I hissed. Damon's smile grew.

"I've decided to stay awhile. And I'm just having way to much fun here with you two and of course, the lovely Elena," he taunted.

"Can't touch her now," Stefan announced, confidently. I was glad to hear him say that. Elena was a sweet girl, she didn't deserve this monster. I focused my glare back up to Damon.

"Well, the vervain keeps me out of her head. Maybe that's not my target. Believe it or not, Stefan, some girls don't need my persuasion. Some girls just can't resist my good looks, my style and my charm and my unflinching ability to listen to Taylor Swift," he said with a greater sense of confidence than Stefan displayed. I growled under my breath.

"Elena is too smart to interact with an ass like you," I snapped. Suddenly Damon's teasing eyes became cold and hostile. He looked down at me and his hand was suddenly around the handle of the knife still protruding from my stomach. He tore it out and I screamed, crumpling to the ground in pain. Damon walked away from me and over to his brother, stabbing the bloodied knife into him. I heard Stefan groan and fall to the floor.

"That shirt is John Varvatos. Dick move," Damon said, seriously. He then turned back to me and pulling me off the ground. I pressed my hands to the wound in my stomach that continued to bleed. The red liquid stained my hands. I figured after Damon drank from me, there would be nothing left. I was wrong. I started wavering and falling back to the floor but Damon pulled me up and pinned me to his side. "No, no darling. Come on, keep moving." I looked over my shoulder at Stefan. He still sat on the ground, the knife now in his hand but a guilty expression covered his face. I wanted to comfort him but all I could do was offer him a small smile before Damon pulled me out of the room.

…

Damon led me down the stairs and into some kind of den. He pulled out a chair and dropped me into it. I tried to stand up but he stood in front of me, pinning my wrists to the arms of the chair.

"Don't move," Damon growled, threateningly. I nodded and he walked around me to somewhere behind me. I didn't dare turn to look at him but I heard him going through something, a desk maybe. He reappeared in front of me and took no time tying my wrists to the arms.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper, watching him expertly tie the knots holding my wrists in place.

"Making sure you aren't going to do anything you regret today. You will stay here and wait until I get back. When I get back, we are going hunting and then your punishment will be over," he explained. My eyes widened a little surprised.

"Really?" I whispered. He finished tying and nodded. But he pulled something out of his pocket surprising me a little. I struggled against the binds but of course they didn't give. "Damon, the wound in my stomach hasn't healed I don't need another one. Please don't!" I cried as he brought the knife closer. He didn't waste any time plunging it into my leg. Pain burst in black flashes in my vision. I couldn't stop the scream that escaped my lips. Damon stood back to inspect his simple yet effective plan.

"Good. Sit, stay, don't move until I get back," he said with a smirk. I bit my lip roughly, trying to hold back anymore cries of pain. I nodded slightly and looked up to see him leaving the room. I heard the front door to the house close and moments later I let out another scream of pain. Just like in my stomach my stupid vampire body tried healing around the knife. Not only was the process already slow due to the curse, but now I could feel every moment of it. I could feel the skin trying to weave itself back together. I fought against the restraints again, desperately trying to reach the handle of the knife. My finger brushed against the end but that only resulted in another shot of pain moving through my body. The darkness once again started to creep into the edges of my vision.

"Annie," I heard a worried voice ask. I looked up and saw Stefan run in. His entire figure was edged in black and I was having a hard time seeing his face as he knelt in front of me. I felt him wrap his hand around the handle of the knife.

"Stop," I whispered, softly. He looked at me like I was crazy. I shook my head and he removed his hand. "Don't make him mad."

"This is all my fault," Stefan said frantically. I looked at him through half closed eyes and shook my head again.

"No, I deserve this. I broke the rules," I whispered, "I wish I never came to this town." Stefan gently took one of my tied hands into his. I held on as tightly as I could, soaking in the warmth of his touch.

"I will get you out. I will get him out. You won't be hurt by him Annie, I promise. I don't know how but I will. He needs to be stopped," Stefan explained desperately. I glared at him.

"This is not your fault," I snapped weakly at him. He smiled softly and looked down to the bloody wound on my leg. His eyes drifted up my body to the blood stained shirt and bite marks covering my neck. If I could have slapped him I would have but I couldn't. "Stop torturing yourself." This time he shook his head at me.

"I will stop torturing myself, when he stops torturing you," he said calmly. The darkness started to seep into my vision again and I felt my head roll to the side slowly with a moment of unconsciousness. When I opened my eyes again, Stefan was looking at me worriedly.

"You should go. Do something with Elena. Protect her, who knows what Damon is up to now. Don't sit here watching me. I will be fine, I promise," I whispered to him. He nodded but didn't stand up for another few minutes. He ran his thumb over the knuckles of my hand soothingly for a moment before finally standing up.

"I will come see you later," he said as he walked out the door. He didn't wait for me to argue. He just left. I was glad he had too. I couldn't keep my eyes open for another moment. The darkness took me over and I was soon unconscious.

…

I woke, lying on the floor of a dirty cell. A vent was open along one wall and a burning mist shot through it. I knew they were keeping me subdued using the vervain mist. I shivered as the pain from the toxin ran through me but I managed to roll over and look out of the cell. My father stood there looking down at me, pleased with himself.

"Morning darling. How was your sleep?" he teased. I sat up weakly and rested my back against the wall across from him.

"Not the best, not the worst," I mumbled back. He smirked. I narrowed my eyes. "But I would not count it as sleep either. I was poisoned by my own uncle." He rolled his eyes at me. "What am I doing in here? May I ask?"

"The full moon is almost upon us. I need to ensure everything goes perfectly. I have got my vampire, my werewolf, my doppelgänger and my beautiful daughter. I cannot be stopped," he explained cheerfully.

"Has it ever occurred to you how I feel about this?" I asked. My father simply shrugged and leaned against the bars of my cell.

"I pains me to see you locked up like this, but your feelings about becoming a hybrid do not concern me. I had hoped that one day, my daughter would want to stand by my side when the curse was broken," he sighed dramatically. I rolled my eyes.

"Please. You have never cared about me. Everything you do is for your own selfish gain. Go on with your plan, but never believe I will stand by you, for you will always be mistaken," I growled. All signs of joy and teasing left my father's face.

"Annette, do not make me angry." I met his eyes bravely.

"What more can you do?" There was a long moment of silence before my father spoke again.

"You will change your mind. Goodbye Annette," he hissed before walking away. I watched him leave and couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Still, it wasn't going to help me escape.

…

My eyes snapped open as a huge wave of pain tore through me. I let out a cry of pain. I looked down at my leg to see the knife gone. I slowly looked up, afraid to see Damon, but surprised to see his brother instead.

"Stefan? What are you doing? I thought I told you to leave," I whispered. He gave me a sad look as he moved to untie my wrists.

"You don't have to worry about Damon anymore," he said cryptically. I pulled my wrists back as soon as they were free.

"What have you done?" He held his hand out to me. I looked at it, not making a move.

"Come with me. I have something to show you," he finally said with a sigh. I took his hand slowly and stood up. My legs gave way beneath me but Stefan held me up.

Stefan led me down to the basement. I heard someone groan and I recoiled a bit as we rounded the corner. I didn't know they had cells in their basement.

"Stefan what are you doing?" I asked, slightly panicked. I tried to pull away from him but he wrapped one strong arm around my waist, holding me next to him.

"Relax, Annie. It's Damon," he whispered. I gave him a quick surprised look before turning back to the cell. I took a step away from Stefan, this time he let me go, up to the door and looked through the bars.

"Where is my ring?" Damon growled, weakly. Excitement rushed through me. I felt a smile lift the corners of my lips and looked to Stefan.

"Won't be needing it anymore," Stefan replied, moving to stand next to me.

"How long have I been in here?" Damon asked.

"Not long enough!" I replied, glaring at him through the bars. His eyes met mine and I saw anger flash through them but I didn't feel scared. I felt empowered, looking down on him, finally where he belonged.

"Oh Annie, your going to wish you hadn't locked me in here," Damon threatened.

"She wasn't a part of this and you know it," Stefan said calmly. I looked up at him but it wasn't long before my eyes were drawn back to Damon.

"You don't get to control me anymore!" I exclaimed. Stefan but a hand on my arm, gently reminding me to be calm. I let out a deep breath.

"Of course I do. What are you doing Stefan?" Damon groaned again.

"During the dark ages when a vampire's actions threatened to expose or bring harm upon the entire race, they would face judgement. They sought to re-educate them rather than to punish them," Stefan explained .

"And you know what will happen if you don't feed," I added bitterly, "You'll mummify. You won't be able to hurt anyone anymore. You won't be able to hurt me anymore!" I saw the corner of Damon's mouth turn up in a smile.

"I'm stronger than you think," he taunted weakly.

"But you're not stronger than vervain. Goodbye Damon," I snapped harshly. Stefan smiled and shrugged to his brother before wrapping his arm around my waist and leading me from the basement.

…

"I'm leaving as soon as the wounds heal and as soon as I say goodbye, I promise," I told Stefan as he sat me down on my bed.

"You don't have to leave so quickly if you don't want to," Stefan said, sitting beside me. I smiled as I looked at him.

"I want to get out of this cursed town as soon as I can. You should too. Take a Damon free vacation. It's got to feel good to finally be rid of him," I suggested. The smile he gave me was small and sad. I took his hand in mine. "We should keep in touch. I'll miss you Stefan. Not many people have been as nice to me as you have." He nodded but didn't look at me. "And everything is going to work out with Elena, because you love her and I can see that. I bet she probably feels the same about you. And if she doesn't, give her a little time. Your love will be epic," I joked.

"Where will you go?" he asked, finally looking at me.

"I can't tell you that," I replied with a smile on my face. He gave me a confused look but I just shook my head and let go of his hand. "Thank you for the help Stefan. I really appreciate it. If you don't mind I would like to get some sleep. I will see you tomorrow." Stefan stood up and walked to the door.

"Good night Annie," he said softly from the doorway.

"Good night Stefan." With that he left. I laid my head down on the bed, thinking about how this could be my last night here. A smile crossed my face as I closed my eyes. I was free once again.

…

I woke up to the sound of my cell door opening. I looked up to see Trevor. I sat up a little straighter.

"What are you doing here? Surely it's not a full moon yet," I said sceptically. Trevor sighed.

"I do not work for your father," he clarified quickly, "Now take my hand, we are leaving." I took his hand slowly but he pulled me up the moment my fingers touched his.

"If you are not working for my father, then who's side are you on?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Not here, not now. We must get you out of this place first," he said urgently. The vervain wasn't clearing from my system as quickly as we would have hoped so I clung to Trevor as he pulled me out into the night. The moon was very close to being full. Another night or so and it would have been time. I found myself staring at the white orb before turning my gaze to Trevor.

"Thank you. I do not care who you work for. What you have done is very brave and you will never know how much I appreciate it," I whispered. He looked down at me and nodded but didn't say another word.

He took me to a cabin where his friend Rose was supposedly residing. I did not see her in the time I stayed. I spent the night, letting the vervain leave my system before leaving early the next day. I was free and no one was going to stop me now. I just had to wait a few years for the doppelgänger's human life to expire then the desperation to find me would settle a bit. I could not wait. I would never stop running if I had to. I would be free.

AN: Cheesy? Maybe. But oh well. THE STORY CONTINUES! MWAHAHAHA I DID IT. I am so sorry that took so long. It was Christmas and I went to Cuba then I came back to school and that has been school. So yeah. Here we are. Review! Tell me what you like, what you don't like, what kind of breakfast cereal you had last. What ever you like. Ask me a question and I will answer it on the next chapter or something. Yeah MMKAY bye!