A/N Thank you for your amazing support. I appreciate every review I receive, 329 reviews guys…because of you. I appreciate them. When I started this story I had my doubts, but you proved me otherwise.

I have many stories in my mind for this summer, in fact I started the most recent one, Holding On and Letting Go (Rated M, please READ WARNINGS) I appreciate your reviews and your thoughts on that one too as it is a very different story of mine, and let's say it was a huge challenge for me-I wanted to do something more mature as I turned 16 a few days before I published it.

Anyway thanks again, this chapter's a bit dark, please be warned.

A huge thanks to my beta Cdaye8184, it's been great working with you again (:

Elena looked out of the window. There was a nice view of the beach, and it was very hot in the room she was in, but right at that moment all she could think about was Klaus. He had brought her there for a reason, that she was sure of, but what she couldn't understand was what made him bring her there-specifically to Malta. She'd heard of the place vaguely, but had no idea what the place's story was.

One of the maids had given her a thick book about the culture and background history, and Elena had read it, trying to memorize as much information as she could. She learnt that it is an island in the Mediterranean sea, that Maltese is the official language, and the country was very small. According to the book, many kingdoms had ruled over Malta, hence the reason why Maltese was a mixture of Arabic, English and Italian, and it was recognized as the official language for just seventy nine years.

She sighed, putting the book aside-She hadn't made any connection between her situation and this place, yet one thing she knew for sure was that she couldn't escape from him. Not this time.

She missed Damon. The emptiness she felt in her heart was mostly because of him, and obviously, Hayley. Her mind wasn't at rest because she knew that Klaus was cruel. She desperately wished that she had met Damon before and that Hayley was his. He'd done more for her baby girl than her biological father ever did-which was a good thing... Elena didn't want Klaus anywhere near her daughter.

A tear leaked out from her eye as she sat on the bed, hugging herself. She was scared, trapped in a country she didn't know, she had nowhere to go and as odd as it was, the only safe place was there, in this prison, because at least here she couldn't get hurt. Not unless Klaus wanted her to.

She swallowed thickly, shivering, but stopped as soon as she heard him coming.

His eyes were dark, lustful as he came into the room. She could sense his anger-Something had obviously gone wrong. Klaus didn't like losing. He never did.

He looked at her like a prize, a possession, before he moved in front of her and pushed her onto her back, pinning her under him. Elena tried to scoot away from him and off the bed, but he grabbed her legs swiftly, sliding her down until he had her where he wanted her-again. She cried, and screamed as he rolled her onto her back, pinning her arms next to her head as he sat on her, his legs pinning hers.

He smirked.

"You're pathetic."

She felt his hatred at the sentence, and then she was suddenly full of anger, anger and fear.

Keeping his firm grip on her arms, he sank his head towards her neck and kissed it softly, letting his fangs nip her. His harsh stare never left her eyes. She tried to look away but he made her turn her face toward then, without warning or permission, he ripped off her clothes, watching as she shivered, a sick smile on his face.

It happened quickly this time-Elena didn't have the chance to protest, to scream, because his hands where all over in a second. She didn't have the chance to wince as she felt his rough grip on her breasts, or when his hands forced her legs open. She tried to put her mind on something else, anything else. But it was too difficult to imagine anything but his rough hands, violent thrusts and devilish stares. She felt the tears flowing and didn't even attempt to hide them. He didn't care that he was hurting her in every way possible. He loved this idea of controlling her... he always had. This sort of force was nothing new.

She just knew that she was right back at where she started, and she was a fool when she thought that she could escape from him.

When Damon woke up a few hours later, he felt something warm pressed up against him. He opened his eyes with a start, only to find Hayley wrapped up against him, her little body serving as a heater against his. She was looking at him with her beautiful eyes, eyes of innocence, and she was touching his face, inspecting it.

"Hey, baby," Damon cooed, remembering that it was he who had put her next to him.

She smiled, and Damon's heart was about to melt-Nothing, no one in this world could explain the love he had for this child. This human child, who wasn't his, had affected him in ways that he couldn't explain. He simply knew-one look in her eyes and he knew-that he was going to protect her even if it meant going against his nature-even if it meant death. His heart was about to explode with the love he felt for her, this innocent baby. She calmed him down, she made him feel human.

She crawled, a huge smile on her face, until she reached his stomach and put her cheek against it, a small pink blush rising to her cheeks. He smiled, stroking her hair, tickling her sides softly and touching her little nose.
He kissed her cheek, and she held on to him, still smiling.

"Come on, baby, let's get you something to eat," He said, picking her up, and used his human speed to get her to the kitchen on the high chair, and with lots of patience he fed her some baby cereal.

He was so lost in Hayley that he didn't hear Stefan coming, and didn't see the strange expression on his brother's face until he heard Stefan clear his throat.

"And…good morning to you," Damon said in a sing-song voice.

"What the hell are you doing?" Stefan asked in a sleepy tone.

"Feeding Hayley," Damon said, waving the spoon as if stating the obvious, "I thought that was clear-and normal."

"Since when?" Stefan sighed, "Since when is seeing a vampire feeding a human baby considered normal? Feeding on a human baby would be considered normal, brother."

"That's just sick," Damon said, anger written on his face. "I've never hurt a child in my life, Stefan. Not even when I was at my worst. I'm not you."

"Okay, calm down," Stefan said, raising his hands defensively, "I was just stating the facts, brother. This isn't normal. You can pretend, you can act human, but it's not who you are. This girl is not your daughter, Damon. And I know you don't want to tell me her story, but this isn't going to end well. I suggest you get rid of her before something bad happens."

Damon felt like he was going to be sick.

Get rid of her? Get rid of Hayley?

"What kind of a monster are you?" He cried out, "She's a person, Stefan. A baby! I can't just throw her away! I love her!"

Stefan's eyes widened. "You love her?"

"I've already told you once, brother," Damon said angrily, "Hayley doesn't concern you. But yes, I do love her."

"You love a human child…" Stefan laughed, "Are you crazy? Do you have any idea of what you're doing? What, are you planning to raise her? Tell her you're her father and then what? Hello, Damon, humans grow up, we don't! What, are you going to put your bloodbag next to her cereal as well? This is pathetic."

"You came to my house uninvited, Stefan. You have no right to control my life," Damon said, still focusing on Hayley. "Yes. I changed. Stuff makes you change. If you don't like this new me then get don't know anything about me anymore, you couldn't possibly know anything that concerns Hayley."

And he continued to convince Hayley that the food was an airplane.

Stefan's head was pounding. He had never seen Damon act like this in hisentire life. Something had obviously changed his brother, and he was dying to find out what. With a sigh, he left the room, leaving Damon alone with the baby, trying not to let himself believe that Damon had actually changed for good.

Elena cried out again.

This time, he stopped, without glancing at her.

He rolled off her, tugging on his pants and walked over to the balcony, taking out a cigarette, as if nothing happened, leaving Elena on the bed, panting, sweating and bleeding.

"Don't move," He told her when she tried to get up to wash herself-she hated the feeling of him, his scent making her feel dizzy. "Stay there. Maybe someday you learn to respect me."

He continued to smoke, looking at the beach which was very close. It was so ironic that a place so beautiful outside could hold such a horrible place inside of remained still on the bed, crying silently. Everywhere hurt. It had been so long-She had almost forgotten what this kind of pain felt like. But now…everything changed.

He came in the room again and sat down on the bed, exhaling the cigarette smoke in her face. She coughed.
"If you just obey…" Klaus said, "If you just respect me and accept my proposal, accept to be my queen of darkness…" He caressed her face. "There is no need for you to feel pain, my love. This is all your doing. This is because of your stubbornness."

He continued to stroke her cheek. "We'll do great things together, Elena. We'll be feared. We'll be hated."
He sighed. "You seem like you're not considering my offer though…In fact, that is why I decided to give you a timeout-Let's say, a day or two, for you to consider my offer and working for me." He turned her face to the right to face him.

Elena's eyes widened, and he smirked, opening the first drawer of the nightstand.

"Consider this my method to convince you to join me," Klaus smirked, caressing the rope he had just pulled out, "I hope I won't have to resort to more methods."

And then he had her arms and legs tied up against the bedpost, making sure to tighten them.

She cried out for help as she tried to free herself, but it was all in vain. There was no one there to help her, not anymore. She watched helplessly as he prepared a piece of cloth, and then he forced a kiss on her lips.

"I hope that when these lips open again…" He smirked, "They'll say that you're willing to work with me, and make many lives easier." At that, he pulled her lips down, pecked her again and forced a cloth on her mouth, tying it against the back of her head.

"I hope that this timeout will help you think clearly, Elena," Klaus whispered. "I told you once. I want you on my side. I want to claim you in every way possible-but I do hope that you'll be the one to finally let go of your fucking foolish fantasies and choose my side. There is no good in this world, Elena. You'll end up fucked either way. It all comes down to you. It's your choice, don't make the wrong decision or there will be severe consequences."

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