A/N: I'm glad most of you liked the cliffhanger I left last chapter. I've always wanted to write a kidnapping scene haha ;) Well, there's A LOT going on in this chapter…so let's get to this craziness!

As always hope you enjoy the chapter, PLEASE REVIEW, and hug someone! xoxo

Chapter 13

Elena's eyes struggled to open quickly, instead they leisurely looked through her eyelashes. Her hand wanted to impulsively rub her eyes but she found something was preventing that from happening. The setting around her gradually came to view before her. She was in a spacious room complemented with large brown furniture and an immense bed she was laying on. To her horror she realized that she was tied up. What the hell? She panicked in her mind. Where am I? She attempted to pull at the slightly painful ropes that were binding her arms and legs together but it proved useless. Obviously, she wouldn't be able to turn into the Incredible Hulk or Buffy and pry the restraints off.

"Mother fu—" She began but was cut short by the realization that Damon had been sitting in a darkened corner. She couldn't see his eyes that were being obscured by the shadows creeping onto his face. His room sure looked like a vampire's lair. His choice of clothing had always hinted that he liked the dark but the room confirmed it.

"Were you about to say a naughty word?" Damon asked, shutting a book he had reading closed on his lap. "Good thing you saw me and stopped before Santa heard."

"Damon, why the hell am I here AND why am I tied up to your bed like I'm your role-play blowup doll?"

"We could role-play if you'd like?" Damon smirked. "I'm sure your holes will feel better than plastic ones." He stood up, stretched for a split second, and tossed the book on the chair behind him.

"Damon," Elena breathed. "You're taking this way overboard. That note could have been nothing! What if it was a joke or something?"

"I rather not take chances," Damon replied, shrugging. He stepped vigilantly towards the bed so he could look into her anxious eyes. "I don't think you are completely aware of how much you mean to me, Elena. I can't stand the thought of anything hurting you."

"So what you're just going to keep me here like a prisoner?" Elena tried shifting her position but failed once again.

"Don't drop the soap," Damon joked. "Actually, I'd prefer it if you did."

"Stop with the sexual jokes," she said through gritted teeth. "I feel like I'm in a rapist's home."

"Oh dear Elena, how you make me laugh. If I was a rapist I would have done it a long time ago. Truth is… I'd never rape you." Damon motioned no with his finger. "The time will come where you will willingly be mine."

"Whatever," Elena hissed. "I just want to get the hell out of here! I'm supposed to meet Ian and my friends later!"

"Don't worry about them or Jenna," Damon told her. "I'll take care of it. Look Elena….you don't have to be a prisoner in this house. You can be a willing participant. There will be no hanging out with your friends unless I'm there. I'll let you go to school every day as long as you come home with me after school. I have a feeling you're a bit stubborn though."

"I'm able to take care of myself thank you very much," Elena retorted.

"Yes, because you clearly proved that when hillbilly Vampire tried to rape you at that club. If Bonnie hadn't been there…"

"I would have figured something out! Now let me go or I will call the cops on you!"

"Be my guest. Something tells me that it will prove quite difficult for you to make a call while being tied up on my bed. Unless… you've been keeping a secret from me that you're Captain America."

"Jerk," Elena muttered.

"Good one," Damon chuckled. "I'm shaking in my pants with that insult."

"I'll find a way out of this."

"Sure you will." Damon nodded. "In the meantime how about you behave and maybe just maybe I'll entertain you by taking my clothes off."

"Oh please keep your clothes on," she pleaded. "I've had enough with one nightmare."

He leaned down, only an inch away from her face, and grinned. For a second Elena thought he was going to hurt her but instead he effortlessly picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. His hand slithered up her leg until he reached her ass and lightly squeezed.

"Do not touch me!" She screamed, causing Damon to smile.

"But your bubble butt is so cute," he laughed, clamping his hand firmly on it.

"You are so dead as soon as I'm free!" Elena screeched. "I'm going to stake you then travel to hell and kill you again!"

"I feel so special," Damon said in a mocking tone. "You'd go through all that work just for me?"

"I hate you so much right now," she spat.

"Yeah yeah," Damon replied, rolling his eyes as he reached a room. "Write a song about it Taylor Swift." His hand that had been secured on Elena glided down to his pocket and fished out his keys. He quickly inserted it into the key hole and shook it open. "Welcome to your new room, darling. Sorry I didn't have time to decorate it with unicorns but it should be quite comfy for you." He retrieved a small knife from his back pocket and cut the ropes free.

Elena made a dash towards the door but Damon stood like a statue before her. "Get out of the way!" She pounded into his chest.

"You sure are being difficult." He shook his head and wrapped his hands around her thin fragile like wrists. He moved her to the bed and forcefully sat her down. "Stop it now."

"Not until you let me leave!"

"Well guess what? You aren't leaving. So with that being said…I say you start with apologizing to the room because I think you hurt it's feelings."

"I don't like this stupid room," Elena argued like a small angry girl.

"I'll pick up a night light for you at the store later," Damon chuckled. "And I'll come check on you in a bit. Don't have too much fun." She tried running to the door but he had left in a blink of an eye. She retrieved the knob and started shaking it with as much force as she could muster. She could try forever but she knew it would be a waste of time.

"Who the hell is screaming downstairs?" Stefan asked Damon, who was watching Buffy. "Don't tell me you're keeping girls hostage now."

"Could Angel be any more broody?" Damon stared at the screen in amusement. "Buffy had to put up with that. She deserves an award."

"Who is downstairs?" Stefan repeated.

"I borrowed a playmate from Hugh Hefner what's it to you?" Damon smiled.

"I'm being serious."

"When aren't you serious? The joker should carve a smile on your face."

"You are the joker," Stefan muttered.

"And you're Batman of course. Don't worry about who I have locked up downstairs. It's none of your business so why don't you just mosey on somewhere with the bird. Go pop her cherry or something."

"It's not right," Stefan told him. "You shouldn't have people held captive."

"Drop it Stefan. I'm doing it because I care. I'm protecting her."

"Protecting who? Elena?"

"Ding ding ding we have a winner."

"Damon let her go please," Stefan begged. "She clearly doesn't want to be here."

Damon stood up and shoved Stefan into the wall hard, causing some frames to fall over. He placed his elbow on his neck to keep him in place. "Do not get involved in this….this is my responsibility. For once in your life can you just trust me? I'm doing this for her own good."

"Bringing her misery will do her no good," Stefan managed to say.

"I'm protecting her. She received a death threat," Damon told him. "And I swear if you tell anyone she is here I will kill Bonnie." He released him and watched as Stefan leaned over and grabbed at his neck.

"You wouldn't," Stefan muttered. "You care for Bonnie."

"Don't underestimate my love for Elena."

"Fine I won't," Stefan spat, and retrieved his jacket from the table. "I'll see you later."

Damon watched him storm out and slam the door behind him. He waited a few minutes before zipping downstairs into the room Elena was located in.

"Hungry?" He asked. Elena was sitting on the bed with her arms hugging around her legs. Her head was buried between her knees as she faintly rocked herself. "Come on, quit being emo. Being stuck with me is a privilege so start taking advantage."

"Screw you," she replied, not looking up.

He clicked his tongue before advancing towards her. He seized her arm fiercely to dangle her out of her position. "You need to eat so stop being such a baby. Do not piss me off Elena. If you don't get your ass off that bed, I will leave you here to starve."

She rolled her eyes before forcing herself off the bed.

"I knew you'd see things my way," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. He guided her out of the room and into the dining room. Elena was surprised to see a home cooked meal displayed on the table. Her mouth fell ajar but quickly closed at the smug look Damon gave her.

"You're practically drooling," Damon joked. "You see if you were my girlfriend you'd have the whole package…good cook, big dick, great in bed, and loves you like no other. Oh and you can't forget that I'm the hottest guy in the existence of guys."

"No, but you forgot psycho who likes to kidnap people," Elena muttered, taking a seat. She wasted no time in eating. She had skipped out on her lunch earlier that day and was as hungry as a homeless person and she didn't care what looks Damon would give her. She swallowed everything on the plate like a madwoman then let out a sigh of relief. Damon stared at her with wide eyes.

"So, I'm guessing you liked the food I made you?"

"Lovely," she muttered, patting her face with a napkin.

"You look cute when you eat," Damon told her. She felt a swarm of butterflies at the pit of her stomach. She didn't know why she liked hearing Damon say the word 'cute.'

"Sorry you had to see my cavewoman side," Elena replied.

"You could go cavewoman on my dick if you'd like?" He teased playfully. He stood up from his own chair and sauntered around to hers and pulled her chair out for her.

"Thank you," She said, oddly. She didn't know what he was up to but she knew she didn't trust him. He was being too nice. She had to be on alert mode. He offered his hand to her and she surprisingly accepted it by placing her hand in his. He grinned before leading her upstairs. She looked around nervously. His house was kind of creepy no matter how beautiful. Just like it's beautiful owner She thought before she could stop herself. Oh God…

"This feels very Beauty and The Beast," Elena's voice reverberated in the hollow corridor they were located at. "Is this part of the house?"

"Sure," Damon replied. "Now just relax and follow me. I want to talk to you."

"About?" Elena asked curiously.

"Me."

He let her through a small opening. She inhaled deeply when she saw that they were at the top of the house.

"Um I don't feel too comfortable up here!" Elena panicked.

"Elena, calm down. I would never let you fall." He grabbed her hand and helped her sit on the inclining roof. He had a protective arm around her as she sat and she was actually grateful.

"So." she gulped. "Why are we up here?"

"To talk. I want you to know some things."

"Okay…I'm all ears."

"You know it feels now like I've always been this way," Damon started, only slightly pausing to glance at the night sky before them. The setting made it a little easier to talk. "But I wasn't really. I wasn't always such an asshole. I tried being a good guy but even as a human I failed—even when I meant to do the good thing." He let out a sad laugh. "I've been such a dick to Stefan, my only family that I have. I don't think I've ever told my brother that I care about him even when we were kids. No surprise there since our own father didn't ever tell me he cared for me. Stefan probably thinks I hate him….I dislike him sometimes, yes, but I care about my brother. You and Stefan are the only priorities I have in this meaningless life." He paused again to look at Elena in the eyes. "Anyways, with Stefan….I've always been jealous of him. He's always been the favorite since we were boys. My father was never one to smile but somehow Stefan managed to get one out of him every now and then. Do you know how many times my father smiled at me? Never, not once. Do you know how many times he ever told me he was proud of me? If you guessed never, you are completely right but enough of my father... I was in love with my brother's girlfriend back in 1864. Her name was Katherine. When Katherine came….I was so obsessed with her but of course she only had eyes for Stefan. She rejected me and ended up picking him. She only wanted me as her little toy—a toy she loved to play with when nobody else was around. I was dispensable to her. When Stefan and Katherine got together I had so much rage. I wanted to prove that I was the superior brother. I wanted to prove that my good looks and charm were far better than Stefan's. I've been tormenting him for all these years…I slept with his girlfriends and manipulated him into doing things he didn't want to. I did that to many people because it made me feel better—because I'm a selfish person. I feel happy when other people are suffering because that means that…I'm not alone."

"Oh Damon—" Elena started.

"Girls are only interested in my looks but once they get what they want—they're gone. They use me the way that I use them but at the end…they always find someone. That one person that will accept their flaws. Do you want to know why I've done all the things I've done? Because just once in my life—before I end up staked and dead—I want to feel loved. I want somebody to love me for who I am, the way everyone loves Stefan."

"Why do you like me?" Elena asked ever so softly.

"Who wouldn't like you? I was drawn to your looks at first to be honest because you look like Katherine. I wanted to fuck you so bad….but—I still do by the way—as the time passed…I've seen you as the person you are. You are so kind Elena and so smart….I love how you blush under your ears when someone pays you a compliment. I love that you call me out on my shit all the time. I love that you are a good friend to people and I love your intoxicating naive beautiful innocence. You love to read and I think that is the sexiest thing ever. I know I don't deserve you but that will never stop me from protecting you. I like to live in denial where I have false hope that you'll love me someday because that's the only thing I have left to cling to. I act on impulse—I always have. When I care for someone, I care for them hard and deeply. I'm telling you this because you deserve an explanation of my madness. Don't get me wrong, I will still joke around and act like a dick with you. That won't change." He leaned in to her and whispered in her ear, "Just like my love for you will never change." He pulled away and looked at the night sky. Elena's hand reached over and gently squeezed his hand in comfort.

"Thanks for telling me all of that," Elena told him. "A part of me always knew that you were struggling with deep personal issues and insecurities. Why do you think that—no matter how many times I tell you not to talk to me—I still talk to you? You aren't so bad, Damon. I think you just need someone who can mend your shattered heart."

"Yes, someone."

"Listen…I'll start to cooperate. I will go to school and leave with you after school. I'll willingly go to my Beauty and the Beast dungeon. I just ask that you have to let me go inside the school first so that no one knows that I came with you. Also, can you go talk to Jenna on Monday about this arrangement and pick up some of my clothes when I'm in detention? She's working nonstop this weekend and her day off is on Monday."

"Okay, fair enough. That's all I wanted. I just want to protect you."

"I know," she replied, and leaned her head on his shoulder. Damon's eyes widened at the sight of her leaning on him. He felt as if at any minute his heart would fly out of his chest. She nuzzled her cheek on his shoulder and after long minutes of looking up at the stars she fell asleep on him. Damon cautiously scooped her up in his arms and carried her all the way to her room. He lightly set her on the bed and retrieved the blankets to cover her. She looked so beautiful asleep. His fingers found themselves tenderly brushing away a few strands of hairs that had been covering half of her face. He caressed her cheek a little more and leaned down hesitantly. Would he dare? He just needed to feel a part of her. His lips softly grazed against her smooth and flawless cheek. Goodnight my beautiful Elena.

(2 days later: Monday)

"Where has Elena been?" Louise asked Caroline, Stefan, and Bonnie in front of the school's office. April and Elijah were with her. Stefan and Bonnie were holding hands and kept shooting each other love struck glances.

"She said she had an emergency this weekend and that she'll be back today," Caroline answered. "She probably went to go get a Brazilian wax or something."

"Um TMI," Louise said, shooting Caroline an odd look. Her arm looped around Elijah's arm and he bent his arm up so he could hold her hand.

"How lovely is it that we have reached this subject," Elijah articulated. "I suppose I must grow accustomed to this seeing as I will be present from now on."

"What are you talking about?" Caroline asked. "Aren't you too old for high school? No offense."

"That is exceedingly factual," Elijah replied. "I will not be matriculating here."

"Um can you like dumb up your talking?" Caroline asked with a confused look. "I'm not understanding a single thing you're saying."

"Elijah is taking over as principal," Louise said enthusiastically. "I'm so excited! We'll be the new hot couple!" She clapped and stopped shortly at a look from Elijah.

"I do not believe we are allowed to display our affection. It is forbidden or is it not?"

"Well there might be a slight problem since he's the principal and you're a student," April said.

"Bummer." Louise scrunched up her face in disapproval. "I forgot about that."

"But," Bonnie cut in. "It doesn't mean you can't do it in secret. I'm sure you'll manage."

"That indeed," Elijah agreed. "I simply cannot keep my hands off of my dear Louise for too long."

"I can't keep my hands off of you either," Louise beamed. Elijah pulled her closer to him and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek.

"I don't mean to poop on the party," Caroline started. "But what happened to Principal Truscott?"

"We don't know," Louise said. "She called in sick awhile ago and never came back. They've been looking for her."

"That's weird."

They all turned towards the school entrance when Elena came pushing through the doors.

"Elena!" They huddled around her.

"Hi guys," She said with a smile. Elena turned to look at Bonnie who was in the corner embracing Stefan. "They're together now?"

"Yup," Caroline replied. "You know what that means? Bonnie is gonna get some soon."

"I'm happy for her," Elena said, with a sad smile. She wanted nothing more than to talk to Bonnie. "Anyways, what's going on? Why the group meeting in the hall?"

"We were just talking about how Elijah is the new school Principal!" Louise clapped like a happy seal.

"Oh my God really? That's great news," Elena responded.

"Thank you Elena," Elijah rejoined.

"Wait…if you're the new Principal does that mean I don't have detention anymore?"

"I believe so." Elijah nodded with a smile.

"Good." A light bulb clicked in Elena's head.

"Alright, April and I need to help Elijah with some office stuff," Louise said. "So we'll see you later." They waved bye and entered the school office.

"Elena!" Ian shouted. Before Elena could respond he had her in his arms.

"Where were you this weekend?" Ian breathed into her neck. "I missed you."

"Sorry….Something came up," Elena replied, her arms squeezed him affectionately.

"And that's my cue to leave," Caroline laughed. "Later."

"I need you to listen to me closely," Elena told him seriously. "I don't have detention anymore but don't tell anyone…. You have to help me escape without anyone noticing after school and I'll explain why later. I just need you to take me somewhere—anywhere."

"I was actually planning on taking you out after school so it works out perfectly," Ian said.

"Okay good. So just wait for me outside at the corner stop of Raleigh Road okay?" She said hurriedly when she noticed Damon entering the school doors. "Love you." She gave him a quick kiss before hurrying off towards Damon.

"Mrs. Iverson I need you to lie to Damon about me having detention," Elena's words came out like a frenzied scramble.

"What's the matter, dear?" She peered over her askew glasses that were sliding down her long and proud nose.

"I don't have time to explain, he'll be here in a second. Just please act as if I have detention," Elena begged. She skidded out the door Tom Cruise style and waited for Damon by the fountain as told. Innocently, she pressed the fountain and watched as water spilled out.

"You sure get entertained easily," Damon said abruptly, causing a small shock through her. She really hated his vampire speed because of how he appeared out of nowhere all horror movie-like. "I'm scared to see how you'll react when we first have sex."

"Sure," she retorted.

"I know you're warming up to me." A mischievous smile littered across his face. "In my dreams we have passionate sex."

"Oh God," she pronounced, sounding mortified.

"We'll talk about our sexual plans later… let's get you to detention." He grabbed her arm and steered her to the door. The grip around her arm wasn't rough but tender. She couldn't help but smile at how cute he could be sometimes without even knowing it.

"So…" She trailed off as they stopped at the doorway.

"I'll be back in ten minutes. I'm going to pick up some of your clothes from your house so you can shower and do whatever it is you do as a girl. Need a tampon?"

"Ew Damon!" Elena stuck out her tongue.

"What? It's blood. I like blood. If we were dating and you were on your period I'd slurp you right u—"

"Shut up!" She snapped. "You're disgusting!"

He leaned on the door frame and turned to look at Mrs. Iverson. "Hello, Mrs. Iverson. Take good care of Elena, okay? I'll be back in ten minutes."

Elena stared at Mrs. Iverson with pleading eyes. She was praying that she would cover for her.

"I sure will dear," Mrs. Iverson replied.

"Good thanks." He watched Elena take a seat before nodding and disappearing. Elena sucked in her breath before jumping out of her seat.

"I owe you Mrs. Iverson. Thank you so much!" She called behind her. She needed to get the hell out of the school before Damon came back. She didn't know how long it would take Damon to find her but having some freedom was a priority. She wanted to spend some time with her boyfriend and friends. The longer she could be free the better. She needed some valuable time with Ian. She would go back to Damon's house tonight and give him the "angel eyes" so he wouldn't be mad. She skidded to a stop when she stepped foot in the parking lot. Damon's car was nowhere around. Her converse helped push her feet to a galloping speed as she zipped past the school buildings. She felt like a track star as she jumped over some two foot walls and ran as if thugs were chasing her down a dark alley. She could see Ian's car up ahead. She pulled the door open and jumped into the front seat. Ian greeted her with a swift kiss.

Ian and Elena pulled into an old abandoned warehouse. Her eyes scrutinized the fading of the paint and chipping of the wall. It looked more like a creepy old church than anything. The only thing that informed her that it was in fact a warehouse was the worn down sign that was coming off its hinges.

"Where are we?" She asked, further examining the desolate building.

"This place used to be my dad's. It might not look like much but it means a lot to me. Most of my childhood was spent hanging around here with my dad."

"Oh," Elena responded awkwardly. She didn't really know what to say.

"I hope you don't think I'm weird," he said to her, worry evident on his face. "I have some stuff inside that I want to show you—I think it might be important."

"I don't think you are weird." Elena shook her head. "I'm glad you thought enough of me to take me somewhere that means a lot to you."

"Yes," Ian said with a sudden warm smile. "You mean a lot to me." He reached over and kissed her. With a flick of her finger she had the seatbelt off. They exited the car and he rushed over to her so he could hold her hand. She rested her head on him as they walked hand in hand into the building. Surprisingly enough the lights were turned on inside and it didn't look filthy. It looked clean as if it were regularly cleaned by a hundred maids.

"We're here," Ian called out, his voice echoing through the dead silent room. Elena squinted as she saw a figure emerge from one of the doors.

"I know," the voice said mockingly. "I'm not deaf."

"Sorry," he said. Elena froze at the vision before her. She was staring at….herself? The girl looked exactly like her from head to toe except she had soft ringlets of hair and dressed more hazardously. Black three inch heels made her seem taller and more intimidating than she probably was. She was wearing a black jacket and black pants. Her smile seemed sultry and dangerous.

"Who are you?" She swallowed nervously.

"You can thank your precious boyfriend for that lovely death threat in your locker," she replied.

Elena turned to look at Ian in horror. "You put—you put… the letter in my l-locker?"

"Sorry baby," Ian dropped her hand and grinned. "I had no choice."

"Of course I was the brilliant mind behind the threat," She continued. "See I kind of enjoy playing with my prey. It's all about me being happy. Quite narcissistic of me, no?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"How rude of me," She said with a faux apologetic expression. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Katherine."

A/N: Okay raise of hands HOW MANY OF YOU SAW THAT COMING? I know most of you thought April was behind this so I'm just curious to know how many of you were like "OMG!" (FYI I had this planned the moment I had Ian introduced to the story—I was waiting for you to trust him then BAM). So What'd you think of Ian and Katherine being the little devils behind this? Are you interested in finding out how this happened? Well review and let me know peeps!

Oh and what'd you think of the Delena moments? *nervous*