'In the shadows it awakes the desire but you know that you can't realize and the pressure will just keep rising. Now the heat is on. It's too late; there is no way around it. You will see for yourself many times. In the end you will give up the fight, it's inescapable because you're losing your mind and you sleep in the heart of the lies. Where is the edge of your darkest emotions? Why does it all survive? Where is the light of your deepest devotions? I pray that it's still alive. It's the rule that you live by and die for. It's the one thing you can't deny. Even though you don't know what the price is, it is justified. So much more that you've got left to fight for but still it doesn't change who you are. There is no fear you'll ever give into. You're untouchable. Cause you're losing your mind and you sleep in the heart of the night.'- Where is the Edge? (Within Temptation)
Growing increasingly frustrated with the turn of events between Damon and herself Mila found herself pacing across her room for what seemed the thousandth time in the last hour. The quick movements doing nothing to distract her as she'd hoped. Instead, it had the very opposite effect. Remaining enclosed in her room- in the house where Damon was standing in another room somewhere so close and yet so far was a fact that Mila could not ignore, no matter how much she wanted to.
During her earlier confrontation she had wanted nothing more than to hit him- hard. If she had possessed any sort of spectacular strength she would have sent him flying and enjoyed every blissfully venting moment of it. Growling frustratedly Mila hurled the pillow from her bed watching it drop harmlessly to the floor across the room. Still, it did nothing to ease the chaos within herself, the pillow not being nearly enough to provide the impact that hitting Damon would have.
What had she been thinking saying those things to Damon? Spilling her heart to the world like an idiot? She wasn't naive enough to think that Stefan had not heard every word she'd spoken, even Elena would have been able to heart them easy enough.
By quick degrees Mila was losing patience with her situation. In a split moment she made a decision, in her anger disregarding the danger she knew full well that came along with it. In that moment the only consideration in Mila's mind was to ignore Damon as he so easily seemed to ignore her and she could not do that there. The only way that she could do the same was to leave and manage to re-gather herself, after that last unplanned 'discussion' between them that had not gone off well she more than needed that time.
Decision made Mila silently made her way through the house, carefully avoiding even the slightest noise at the possibility of being heard by vampire ears. Thankfully in all the time she had spent in the house she knew well enough what old creaking floor boards to avoid. With her years of practice at avoiding vampires it was an even easier task. Soon enough Mila was walking from the house unnoticed a deep sense of freedom melting the weight from her shoulders as she breathed in the cool breezy air of the late afternoon.
Without looking back Mila walked out into the surrounding forest alone intent on finding some peace of mind.
Mila wasn't sure how long exactly she'd wandered aimlessly. There was little need to pay attention as she knew the surrounding forest well and was unlikely to get lost. All she knew was that no one had come looking for her or at the very least had yet to manage finding her. That was exactly what she wanted.
Sill lost in her wandering thoughts and frustrations Mila noticed to late that she had become prey to a creature lurking in the shadows of the forest. Finally becoming aware of the danger she moved effortlessly drawing her gun from beneath her jacket; at least she had the sense of forethought to bring the weapon despite the frustration that had clouded her mind. Not that it did her any good as the gun was forcibly knocked from her hand disappearing into the underbrush of the forest before she could even get a single shot off.
Hearing the loud thunk of the weapon landing somewhere unseen in the forest Mila forced the initial panic that threatened back. With her weapon lost she moved to defend herself with a swiftness born of years of hard training in the art of physical fighting. However, she had already lost the upper hand in her enemy managing to catch her so completely off guard and disarm her. Before Mila could even manage to land a kick she felt a strong grasp hold her.
Mila's quick mind had already figured the probability of her attacker being vampire on the fact alone that they had so easily outmaneuvered her with such speed and in near silence. The strength in which she was forcibly pushed to the ground her chest being crushed into the dirt of the ground beneath them only confirmed that suspicion. Under normal circumstances any normal person would have been easily thrown from her own skills and strength as she struggled against their hold.
How was this possible? The sun had yet to fully set... All the possibilities suddenly began rolling through Mila's mind, none of them speaking any good. There were only a few with access to the magic required to create the day walking talismans such as those that the Salvatore brothers possessed. Even fewer knew of the talismans let alone how to get them; there was Katherine and the Salvatores and- the Originals. Then there was also the fact that Originals were immune to sunlight as well...
Mila cried out in pain as her arms were then twisted behind her straining painfully at her shoulders by the unseen vampire behind her. She didn't even have a second to struggle against the tightened hold as the pressure continued to twist painfully at here joint until she heard her shoulder pop, the sheer pain rocketing through her system. Bright white stars burst before her eyes blinding her to everything but the pain. With her body still in shock from the pain she barely felt herself being lifted and placed on her knees. To hold her there and ensure she remained upright in her current condition the vampire held her in place by her shoulder uncaring of the pain that shot through her body as they touched the tender wound.
As Mila slowly managed to stomp down the consuming pain she realized for the first time that it was not simply one vampire holding her but rather two, one at each shoulder. Even through her blurry vision she could see the matching unfamiliar ruby signet rings adorning each hand on either shoulder. Despite her rather dire situation Mila felt a small relief in seeing the rings that told her these vampires were not Originals as they needed the rings to day walk.
Less than silently Mila cursed herself for her own careless stupidity. After centuries of training to avoid these very same situations she'd let herself be distracted despite knowing the danger of it. Even worse, she'd let a only two vampires take her down when in the past she'd easily handled twice as many at once.
As if knowing her train of thought a new figure appeared out of the shadows. In the diming light Mila could clearly make out the figure of a young woman, slim with curling sunny blond locks. The woman looked to be in her late teen years possibly early twenties, her presence speaking of vibrant youth and beauty that seemed so out of place amongst the forest. In taking in the new presence Mila quickly came to the conclusion that despite the beauty of the woman standing before her ended quickly enough. The beauty became distorted by vindictive sneer that curled her pink lips while a cold hard glare watched starred hatefully down at her as she walked forward.
"Don't think they are alone," the girl finally spoke her voice almost aristocratic in its lit.
"What do you want?" Mila demanded snippily biting through the pain.
Mila glared right back refusing to back down or whimper like some child but simply earned another painful tug on her arms from her captors in reply to her insolence. This time however, she refused to give them the desired reaction Mila managed to hold back the cry of pain her eyes remaining hard, her face calm as she merely continued to stare. All the while on the inside she was screaming fighting to keep a hold of herself and remain strong.
"My brother may be willing to wait-," the girl began smiling curling as if finding enjoyment from Mila's attempts to withhold her pain.
Suddenly understanding dawned over Mila. For the first time she took notice of the absence of any bewitched jewelry from the woman standing before her. It was obvious that she was a vampire but to be standing in the sun without any protection from a day walking talisman only meant one thing- an Original. The sister- Rebekah.
"Oh I see you finally realized your situation- smart girl," Rebekah practically purred in wicked glee.
Finally the panic set in clear and unrestrained. Still, with some distant strength she muscled out from deep within her Mila kept that overwhelming panic at bay, keeping her strength of will present even as she kneeled weakly at Rebekah's feet.
Rebekah stepped closer now standing directly before Mila's crumpled form. Without an ounce of worry she reached out running her long well manicured fingers through Mila's tangled red hair. With a harsh jerk she snatched the long locks in a painful hold that pulled at the roots as she pulled back Mila's head forcing her to look up at her.
"My brother may be willing to wait around but I am tired of waiting," she hissed, her eyes growing all the more hateful. Rebekah gave another quick jerk to Mila's hair earning a winch from the sudden movement clearly meant to insight pain.
The surprise of the movement made it impossible for Mila to stop the winch that shivered painfully from the roots of her hair through her body. The reaction seemed to please Rebekah a pleased smile showing of her white teeth as she laughed in light of Mila's pain.
"Immortal you may be," she laughed giving another jerk to Mila's hair for good measure. "Too bad you're still very human. That makes you easy enough prey. I could kill you so easily right now," Rebekah spoke her free hand moving dangerously about Mila's exposed neck as if contemplating simply snapping it. "But if I did that we'd still have two problems on our hands."
With that the one hand at her neck dropped away but Mila did not feel any relief. Instead, a new sense of dread began to bubble deep within the pit of her stomach at Rebekah's words. It was only moments before she continued her next words answering without a doubt the dread that Mila felt.
"What we need is to get rid of those in our way then you'll be alone and unprotected."
It was obvious that Rebekah was enjoying her maliciousness the wicked gleam in her hateful glare speaking volumes.
"So human- easy and weak of mind," she spoke again her hold in Mila's tangled hair loosening as she once again ran her fingers almost loving through the long locks petting her as if she were a simple pet.
Understanding dawned over Mila like a cold wave at those words. Mila was so overcome from the sudden shock of cold understanding that she couldn't even find insult to Rebekah's demeaning touch. Just as quickly as the shock had struck it passed as an even stronger wave filled Mila. Ignoring the pain twisting in her gut Mila began to fight their hold on her. Her efforts however were quickly put to an end as the vampire's hold on her tightened even more painfully shocking a cry from her and tears threatened to fall. With no possibility of escape Mila snapped her eyes shut refusing to open them uncaring of the dangers that surrounded her in that moment. The danger that could result of opening her eyes to meet Rebekah's had the very real possibility of more danger.
With her eyes firmly shut to her surroundings Mila heard Rebekah give a frustrated growl at the act of resistance. Once more Mila felt the unexpected pull of Rebekah's fingers twisting painfully in her hair angling her head backward to strain her neck. Mila gasped her eyes flying open at the unexpected and particularly harsh movement instantly regretting her inability to remain passive against the pain. The moment her eyes snapped open Rebekah met her gaze their eyes locking and Mila unable to look away caught by the vampire's intense captivating stare.
Seeing that she had gained Mila's un-willfully full attention Rebekah smiled maliciously down at the girl held captive to her will.
"First things first- the Salvatore brothers- I want you to kill them," the order was malicious Rebekah enjoying every moment of the order as she worked her compulsion. "Damon first," she paused to add smiling even wider at that particular order.
Mila glared heatedly up at the woman even as the dread began to bubble up within her. It had become increasingly obvious that Rebekah was enjoying herself, even more so at the order to target Damon above all others. Such an order was clearly designed to not only hurt the Salvatore's but was also a well aimed blow to Mila as well. It was a low but well aimed shot that had the dread flooding through her system even stronger and more potent at the thought of what Rebekah planned for her to do.
Mila felt the compulsion in her mind even as tried valiantly to fight it back and resist. Even as she fought she could feel the edges of her mind grow hazy unable to resist the compulsion that was quickly overcoming her. Still she continued to resist fighting it back with the last bit of strength she had. With each moment the haze grew stronger, turning her mind into a haze Mila felt herself slowly giving into the compulsion Rebekah pushed into her, the dread of what was to come being overcome by the compulsion as well. Slowly the dread began to fade leaving her feeling nothing- empty.
"You hate him more than anything," Rebekah pushed on chuckling gleefully to herself but her gaze never wavering to break the compulsion.
Still Mila attempted to resist unwilling to give in without fighting back until the very end. She reminded herself that it was all lies, nothing but lies. Soon even that was not enough.
"You hate them so it's okay to kill them. You hate them," Rebekah repeated ensuring her compulsion hit home within Mila's mind.
Mila felt the compulsion win over with Rebekah's last push into her mind. Her resistance snapped, shattering into shards too small to salvage. Instantly her mind blanketed by the compulsion began to fade, falling into a dark haze of nothingness.
The last image that crossed her hazy mind was that of Damon smiling down at her with his blue eyes shining brightly and his smile perfectly wolfishly arrogant. In the next instant there was nothing, just a blur of gray, the haze distorting everything, blocking out everything that Mila was until there was nothing but the compulsion left.
All there was was the compulsion- the hate- the anger- the urge to destroy.
AN: FINALLY! A new chapter for all you loyal waiting readers out there! I got side tracked by my new Loki/OC fic and was rolling on that for awhile as unlike this story I don't have my plot points for that one written down and was just writing it before I forgot where I wanted to go- considering it was a rather last minute decision to write it. I was just in a total Avengers mood and since I love Loki so much I couldn't get the ideas that popped into my head out.
I did cut this chapter in half. I got so far and realized how many pages I had already done when I still had so much more to write even more so knowing how much I write when its very Mila and Damon centered.
So be please with that at least that there will be a lot of Damon and Mila coming your way.
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