Issues -Chapter 1.
After Damon kills Jeremy, he takes Elena away with him and sedates her on their way out of town.
Her eyelids fluttered open, as if she'd been asleep for ages. Like Cinderella, except this was everything but a fairytale. She felt pretty sure there would be no happy ending in this story.
Confused and with a fuzzy mind, Elena sat herself up on the wet ground, and observed her surroundings. It was a forest, but not one she recognized. The moon was half tonight, and the stars brighter than ever. She would have thought it a beautiful night, if the circumstances were a bit different.
"There you were. I thought you would never wake up." Damon appeared out of nothing, and kneeled beside her on the ground. Something was different about his face. His eyes perhaps. They appeared darker than before she thought, or maybe it was just the darkness of the forest that reflected itself in his eyes.
She remembered then. The look on her brothers face as Damon snapped his neck, as it was nothing at all. The sound. She remembered everything now.
"Jeremy. You killed him… My brother. You killed him!" She was spitting the words out with such rage, such pure hate that Damon almost seemed to back up a few steps.
"Easy Elena, he isn't dead. He had the ring on. He can't die with the ring on, so calm down."
"Calm down? You snapped his neck without the slightest feeling of guilt. You're nothing but a monster, cruel and ugly on the inside. You're the exact opposite of Stefan. You're nothing."
In the second Elena had finished the sentence; Damon had tackled her to the ground, straddling her, holding her down by her wrists. "As if I ever wanted to be like Stefan! Castrated, and a pity to behold. He has absolutely no sense of dignity, and if you think that you can just push me around, like you do him, you are truly mistaken Elena. I take what I want because I can. I wanted you, so I took you, and I know you want to be with me, but for some reason you can't admit it." His eyes were wild as he spoke these words, and his grip hardened up. "Why Elena? Why don't you just admit it to yourself, that you feel something for me?"
"All I feel for you, Damon, is hatred." In contrast to his fierce eyes, hers were surprisingly cold. Numb in a way.
Damon shook his head in frustration, and then roughly sniffed her hair. "I can smell your fear. You can't fool me with that look Elena…" His voice was barely a whisper now. He arose from the ground and dragged Elena by her arm with him through the forest. The trees were nothing but black shadows in the light of the moon, and the stars seemed even brighter now. Almost blinding.