Chapter 11: 'She came back'
Warning:
This is clearly a dark story with violence as main theme! Please Don't read if it's not your cup of tea!
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"Stop the car right now!" Elena shouted frantically at the cab driver.
"Ma signora,"(but madam?)
"STOP." she shouted.
The cab driver halted the car. They were still out of the town. Elena jumped out of the car not bothering to the close the door. She ran toward the forest. Running without keeping track of where she was going. She deliberately left her purse in the cab. She stumbled twice, bruising her knees. Crying, sobbing and trembling with fear as she ran without looking back.
Hours passed.
She didn't even stop to catch her breath. She refused to think about the events she witnessed. She was focusing on running as far away as possible because she knew her life was in grave danger now too. She just witnessed a murder. All the rumors about her husband and his family were true after all. She knew they would kill her now too since she knew about them.
Crying hard and muffling her screams she stopped to get some rest. That's when she heard some voices.
"She couldn't be here, this is too far in,"
"Better check though. He will be starting a killing spree if we don't find her in the next half hour," A girl answered him.
Elena knew the particular 'she' they were talking about was her. She crawled toward the thorn shrubs. She pressed her lips tightly as the sharp thorns pierced through her skin.
"She isn't here. Betty! Let's just leave." The guy said, annoyed.
"You're right. It's about to storm and rain," The girl, Betty said as they left.
Elena let out a sigh of relief once they were out of earshot.
She felt a raindrop on her face. She looked up. In about ten minutes, the soft drizzle turned into a harsh storm. She crawled out of the shrubs trying to cover herself with her hands. She cried and cried and cried and when she felt there were no tears left to cry, new ones would form to blur her vision and bring an ache into her heart until she was numb and could feel no more.
Cold. Hungry. Terrified. Vulnerable.
Just half a day ago she was being treated like a fragile glass doll. Spoiled like a queen. He had put the world in her feet. She would get anything she wanted before the words even escaped her lips. He got disturbed by her simple frown. He hated when something didn't go the way she wanted. He could have given her the stars, had she asked for it. How did it all changed like that?
He was a murderer. She herself witnessed. That meant whatever Matt said was true. That meant Damon was a criminal. He killed for money. He killed for power. He was a mobster. Just like Matt told her. Her husband was a mobster.
Her breath rate increased. Her sobs became frantic. She was shivering from fear. She was shivering from cold. After all it was the end of November. Exactly one year to the day she first met him. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She couldn't see anything anymore. Her vision blurred. The last thing she remembered before she blacked out were bloodshot icy blue eyes she saw in the mirror adhered to the wall of that hall, cold eyes filled with rage; he was killing someone. That someone was Mason.
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6 hours ago
"OH FUCK!" Damon shouted as he saw Elena turn around and flee.
"Oh, God, no! Elena!" Rose shouted.
"Get her," she added to the guards that had been glaring at the intruder who just ran away.
"Don't harm her." Damon ordered.
Damon's feet were still stuck to the ground. Elena just saw him murder someone. Elena must have heard everything too. He ran after her. " Elena! Stop!" he ordered. But she didn't even look back.
"Elena! Please," he said as he chased her.
"Stop her," Rose ordered the guards on the opposite entrance.
Fuck. He forgot to appoint guards on the left entrance. He thought it was unnecessary. This was after all an abandoned area. No one came here.
"Please! Elena! Stop, I can explain." he ordered again but he saw her jump in the car before Rose's guards could catch her. The car sped away immediately.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he shouted frantically, almost pulling his hair out in frustration.
"Get the cars out!" Rose ordered taking over the situation, seeing he wasn't sane enough to function properly yet.
He didn't know when his eyes pooled with tears. He was scared. He was losing her. For goodness sake, she saw the dark side of him, finally.
He didn't know when Rose pulled him into the car. He was finding it very hard right now to not break down and cry hysterically. He couldn't even imagine how horrified and terrified she would be feeling right now. She couldn't sit through a single scene of a horror movie. And here she just saw him murder. His hands were still dirty with Mason's blood. He tried to rub them with his pants to clean them.
"Damon, are you listening to me?" Rose shook him.
"Huh."
"We have to catch her before she does something real stupid. Now that Zach knows that she knows, he wouldn't stop until he is sure she won't be any trouble to him." Rose said.
Well. Things couldn't get any worse. Can they?
"We have to. We have to find her. She would be scared and terrified and she gets panic attacks when she is scared… We have to find her." he rambled.
"Get a hold on yourself. We will find her. She is in our town. She is in Italy. She is in a place where she doesn't know anyone. Where would she possibly go?" Rose reasoned. She was freaking out too.
"That's her cab." Kevin pointed to a cab racing toward the town.
He expertly sped up and overtook the cab ahead of him, blocking the road. The cab driver tried to take a turn and race toward the opposite direction but Brock, the driver of the armed guards car, blocked him from behind.
Rose jumped out of the car followed by Damon.
"Where is she?" he growled at the terrified driver.
"mi ha dietto di fermare la macchina," (she told me to stop the car)
"dove? Non abbiamo visto il suo lasciare l'auto," (Where? We didn't see her leave the car) Damon replied.
"Non osare mentire a noi," Rose added. (Don't you dare lie to us)
"Giuro che sto dicendo la verità," (I swear I am telling the truth) the cab driver replied almost sobbing.
"Lei stava piangendo(she was crying) e tremor (and trembling) lei era molto spaventata(she was very scared) lei mi ha fatto fermare l'auto vicino alla foresta(she made me stop the car near the forest) che bella ragazza americana anche lasciato la sua borsa( that pretty American girl also left her purse) Non ho fatto niente( I didn't do anything) per favore lasciami andare (please let me go) Ho una moglie e dei figli(I have a wife and children) Si prega di non farmi male(please don't hurt me)," he rambled and pleaded.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP." Damon growled, irritated by his pleadings. Elena was scared. All alone in the forest. It looked like it was going to rain soon. She will catch cold and she will get sick. Then she would be in pain and her pain was his. He had to get her back in the warmth and safety of their house.
"ci mostrano esattamente (Show us exactly) dove lei lasciato(where she left)," he added, taking a deep breath to control his rage.
The man nodded and motioned them to follow him in his car. He guided them close to warehouse. He pointed to a turn where he last saw Elena. Rose nodded. "Leave now and if you see her call me," he ordered.
"ELENAAA!" he shouted.
"Spread out and find her now or I will kill all of you," Rose ordered their guard team.
"Don't harm her, she will try to defend herself. She will try to fight but you'll keep your hands and moves to yourself. Make sure she is okay." Damon ordered.
"I mean it. Don't harm her." he added.
Everyone nodded, understanding their orders.
"Elenaaa! Come out here. We promise we won't harm you," Rose shouted.
"Lena, baby! I know what you saw was… horrible… but please come out here. I swear I will explain everything. Just come out! Elena, where are you?" he shouted.
"Damon," Rose called him after fifteen minutes.
"Blood," she pointed at some leaves. Elena must have fallen once or twice. Great, now she was hurt too.
They searched but there was no trace of Elena or any living soul. It's been six hours now. As time passed, Damon became more uneasy and desperate.
She wasn't supposed to find out anything. She was supposed to stay oblivious to this part of him. She wasn't supposed to be here in this very dark and dangerous forest, scared, hurt and alone. She was supposed to be in his house, in his room, safe and sound and loved.
He was losing hope and sanity with every passing second.
He felt a raindrop. "Shit!" he muttered. Rose eyes narrowed as she looked up. "Storm,"
"Lena is scared of storms," he spoke under breath but Rose heard him.
"She possibly can't go anywhere. I mean this is a completely new place for her. She barely knows half the town. All the townies know she is your wife. So if she goes to any of them. They will let us know." Rose tried to comfort him.
"but she is all alone. In this dark forest. She hates darkness. She is- she thinks she is all alone in this place and that there is no one to protect her. She is scared alone and terrified and I will give anything just to have her back in my arms." he rambled, desperate.
"Calm down!"
"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!"
"YOU ALL FUCKING USELESS IDIOTS. ALL THIRTY OF YOU CAN'T FIND ONE GIRL. USELESS SCUM HOGGING OVER MY MONEY." he shouted.
"Damon Please,"
"It's too dark now, also the storm is making it even more difficult for them to search," Rose reasoned.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting because in that case I'll advice you to shut the hell up. No one is going back until we find my wife." he shouted.
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"Do you think she can hear us?" Elena heard a soft voice.
"She is moving now. That's a relief." a deep voice replied.
"Ciao! Belle ragazza, can you hear us?" the guy asked.
Elena narrowed her eyes trying to recognize where she was.
"Bella ragazza! can you understand us? sei americano?" the woman on his side asked.
"Where am I?" Elena asked as she tried to get up. She shrieked in agony and fell back.
"Calm down! Bella ragazza, you're very hurt!" The man said, concerned.
"Damon? Where is Damon?" she asked, frantically.
"Relax. We will call your boyfriend. If you give us his number!" the woman said.
Elena closed her eyes, events from awhile ago rushed to her. She flinched.
"I am sorry, he just offered a lot of money and I-I got tempted. It was a huge mistake," Mason muttered apologies, sobbing.
"YOU GOT HIM OUT. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH SCHEMING IT TOOK TO PUT KLAUS FUCKING MIKELSON INSIDE JOINT FOR LIFE AND NOW HE IS OUT. FREE." Damon shouted.
Elena shuddered.
"Say it DAMN IT," Damon shouted.
"that you killed Rebekah." Mason blurted.
Elena closed her eyes, desperate to get rid of the images.
"So. What should we do with this scum?" Rose asked, gesturing towards Mason.
"Kill him." Zach ordered. "No traitors in my BASE." he added.
Damon smirked. "Gladly,"
With that he held his gun up, pointing to Mason's forehead.
"Please. Please." Mason begged.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Mason lifeless body fell on the floor.
She remembered running. She remembered crying. She remembered icy blue eyes. And just like that she couldn't breathe anymore. She started panting. "I. Can't. Breathe."
"Get her some water." the woman ordered the man.
"Caro, calm down! You're safe here." she said as she rubbed Elena's back.
Elena concentrated on staying awake. She tried her best to block her thoughts. "Sweetheart, Calm down. We are here! We will protect you! No one can hurt you here." she added.
"They-They-They will kill me." she said in between deep breaths.
Color drained from the woman's face.
"Dio Mio, what? Who?"
Elena bit her lower lip. From what she gathered in last six months in her stay in Italy that Salvatore basically owned this town and these townies were devoted to his family. Telling them what he was and what he would do to her now that she witnessed him killing would be stupid.
"Just some-I am sorry… I am not making any sense." she said now that she calmed down a bit. Her breathe was still uneven. The man was back now with the glass of water.
Elena drank in one gulp.
"You said you're in grave danger. You were crying when we saw you, dear, barely conscious. What happened to you?" The woman asked.
"I was here on a trip with my friends. I am a tourist. I lost my way I guess. Then some people tried to- rob me." Elena lied.
"Oh, poor kid." the man said.
"What's your name?" the woman asked.
"Katerina. Katerina Petrova!" she lied again. Katerina was after all her late twin sister's name and Petrova her mother's maiden name. Something told her telling them she was Elena Salvatore wasn't the smart choice.
"German?" The guy asked.
"No, my mother is German. I am American," Elena said.
"I am Jo, this is my husband Robert." The woman introduced.
"Do you want to call your friends?" Robert asked.
"No. I don't have their number and I don't have my phone on me."
"She needs to rest now. She is still running a high fever and she is hurt as well. Not to mention she is very weak because of the baby,"
"Excuse me, what?" Elena asked, brows raised.
"We should probably get you something to eat. You must be starving," Jo said, looking at her.
"No. No. The baby part?"
"You are pregnant, hon! Surely you know that." Jo replied.
"No. No. No. I am not. No." her eyes widened as the news sunk in.
"I'm guessing you didn't know." Robert said.
"You don't understand. This is… Oh. God. No." Elena was frantic now.
"Katerina, you need to get a hold of yourself before you black out again." Jo ordered as she cupped her face.
"I am gynecologist. You have been out for three days. I did some tests to check if there was internal bleeding or something. I didn't take you to hospital because that would make it a police case and I did know you were running from something but I didn't know who so I took the liberty to run tests in my house. You are five weeks pregnant but there are some abnormalities. I can't exactly pinpoint them because I don't have enough stuff to take your tests." she stopped when she saw Elena panting again.
"No. No. No. Oh God! No…" she sobbed.
"Katerina! I don't know why you're so shaken but I am here for you and so is Rob." Jo hugged the weak girl.
She was pregnant. She was pregnant with her husband's child. Her husband who was a killer. Her husband who now wanted to kill her too. Her husband who was a mobster. She was shaking with fear. She was all alone in a strange country. She had no idea how to get in contact with her family. She missed her mother. She missed her father. She missed her brother.
"Katerina! Darling Don't cry! We are here for you. I promise you we won't let anyone harm you." Jo promised.
Elena doubted anyone could save her now.
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The room was dark. Absolutely no light at all. Just like his life. It's been three days since he had last seen her. They have searched every part of that damn forest. She wasn't there. Where could have she gone anyway. This was after all a foreign country to her. She didn't know anyone here. She couldn't go anywhere. Then came the terrible thoughts. What if Klaus had her? What if she got hit by car or something? Was she even alive?
She was scared. Damon could still picture his wife's terrified face. Her wide eyes, filled with fear. He had been drinking under the table for a day now. He couldn't handle the pain without it. He had been searching frantically for her. She wasn't anywhere.
He pulled out the gun from under the sheet. The sheets underneath which they use to make love. He pointed the gun at his temple. Should he give up? Because there was no fucking way she would love him now even IF they find her. And if they didn't, he didn't want to breathe.
The pain was unbearable. He was wrong. He knew some day this will all blow up in his face but he thought he would be strong enough. And the fucking irony, just when he thought he could scheme enough to get Stefan out of Zach's reach and run away with Elena to somewhere where no one would ever find them, Elena had to find out about him.
So here was the dilemma. Kill himself or fight for her!
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2 weeks ago
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"What about these?" Damon said as he showed her another pair of heels. She shook her head. "Are these the one?" he showed her taking out another pair of heels.
"These? No! Ugh! Which one?" he asked.
"The blood red one. These aren't blood red. These are crimson red," Elena explained.
Damon groaned in frustration, "These…" he showed another pair. She nodded. He huffed and walked over toward her. He bent down to help her wear her heels as she hurriedly painted her finger nails.
"How can you even wear these things, Cinderella. They must hurt like hell." he asked.
She smiled. Another nickname. "Lots and lots of practice, my prince," she said, smiling.
He looked up, grinning as he finished. "We can open a shoe store with all kinds of shoe wear you bought in last two months," he said, helping her up.
"What are you talking about? I just have like eleven T-strap, twenty three wedges, sixteen flats, three jelly beans, eleven kitten heels, five boots, three pairs of stilettos and only one pair of Pumps," she said. He was dumbstruck.
"They have types?" he asked.
"Did you focus on the part where I mentioned that I have only one pair of pumps?" she added.
"You have more than enough for three lifetime," he said holding her hand and walking out of their room with her.
"I don't even have one Winkie Picker." she complained.
"Winkie-What?" he asked, looking at her.
"after we are done with dinner with your friends. Can we go to the mall? I have some stuff to buy," she asked, looking at him, batting her eyelashes.
"Hahah! No fucking way! I learnt my lesson the last time. Shopping with you means 5 hours of complete utter boredom for me and you haven't even used half the stuff you bought last time." he complained as he opened the door of the car for her.
"No, really! I need to buy some really important things." she said as he took his seat behind the steering wheel.
"Like what?"
"Eye shadow blender, concealer, a mouse foundation and a spray foundation, shimmer eye shadows and pearl, Mulberry and peach lipstick but in Revlon not in Mac. I don't like the texture of Mac lipsticks." she rambled.
"I swear it's like you're speaking gibberish or something." he said with a chuckle.
"What happened to all 'No one will work harder and cherish you more than I would' huh! This is how you cherish me. You can't even take me shopping. What happened to all the 'I will put the world in your feet just say Yes Elena' huh?" she mocked.
"That's the crap every guy says to trap a girl like you." he replied dramatically.
"Girl like me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You know, extremely beautiful, smart, kind, loving, knows how to cook, has a college degree, looks fuckable even in sweat shirts, looks sexy as sin even when they are blowing their nose into their shirt's sleeve and thinks no one is looking (she smacked his arm playfully), wild cat under a sheet and still manages to be so beautifully innocent," he complemented.
She blushed looking away.
"So pure, so beautiful, so caring and loves to hear complements," he added.
She grinned, looking down.
"Such girls are very rare. So when one finds such a girl that fulfill all these categories, one would go to any length to put a ring on her and make her his forever," he completed.
"You're just saying all these things to get my mind off shopping." she said taking a deep breath pretending to be annoyed at him.
"I know, I know
When I compliment her she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so" he sang in a horrible tune deliberately, making her giggle.
"Stop it!" she said in between fits of laughter.
"When I see your face face, face...
There's not a thing that I would change
'Cause you're amazing,
Just the way you are," he went on singing making her laugh.
"Fine! Fine! We won't go shopping. Just stop singing" she said in between laughter.
"You ruined Bruno Mars for me," she said still laughing.
And he loved it. He loved making her laugh like that. "I will ruin that Spanish dude for you too. Soon!"
"I still wanna go shopping" she said after a minute.
"Fine! Woman I better get a sexy reward for putting up with you,"
"Don't you always?" she said, smirking. "We are always making love," she added.
"That's how we are supposed to be." He said, smirking.
Her laughter died as his intense gaze warmed up her insides.
"My lips against yours, your naked body against mine, my cock inside you,"
"Stop!" She said, blushing.
He glanced at her one time before his eyes drifted back to the road. He loved when she blushed. He adored her and he wasn't keeping it a secret.
He was in love with his beautiful perfect wife. He could do anything for her. In return all he wanted was her love. All her love just for him.
He had never been happier in his life. He was happily married to the love of his life. She was safe and sound in this town and everything was just perfect. He had the perfect white picket fence. Like he always wanted.
He halted his car in front of a six star hotel. He jumped out of the car, rushing to his wife's door, holding out the door for her. She smiled, coming out. She held his forearm as they walked toward the hotel, joking and talking.
The dinner passed pleasantly. "Where and how did you two meet?" Tamara, one of Damon's colleague's girlfriend asked them.
"We met at the airport," He replied, smiling at her. Somehow, talking about how they met first time made him all weak and jello in the legs. Fate sent her as a gift to him.
They proceeded to tell the story together, Damon commenting in between now and then.
"Sounds magical, I wish I could witness you two getting married," Tamara said, smiling.
Elena beamed. He was always complementing her. Always buying her gifts. He was doing everything in his power to keep her happy and she loved it. No one could love her more than he did. He treated her like a queen, a porcelain glass doll. He spoiled her. She had never felt so loved and so wanted. He worshiped the ground she walked on. This was what everyone wanted but only few were lucky enough to have.
After the dinner, they drove home. They made love until they were completely spent. Lying down on the fainting couch, facing toward the moon, they cuddled, completely naked only covered by silk sheets. His head nuzzling up to her chest. Usually she hated darkness but right now she was in the arms of the man she loved, her husband. She never felt so safe in her life. She ran her fingers through his hair she knew he loved it when she did that. He closed his eyes in content and sighed. His fingers ran up and down on her forearms, caressing her.
"Elena?"
"Huh."
"Tell me about that love story again that you were talking about in the morning."
"Orpheus and Eurydice," she asked.
"Yeah,"
"Orpheus was the son of the great Greek god Apollo. Orpheus had a great talent. He could play a lyre with great perfection. Even trees and rocks were entranced with his music."
"He fell deeply in love with and married Eurydice, a beautiful woman," she passed stroking his hair as he listened to her.
"They were very much in love and very happy together. Aristaeus, a Greek god of the land and agriculture, became quite fond of Eurydice, and actively pursued her." She continued as he trailed up kisses on her neck and breast.
"To save her honor she ran from him, Eurydice ran into a nest of snakes which bit her on her legs. She died. Destroyed by her death, Orpheus played such sad songs and sang so mournfully that every living person and all the gods wept."
"Desperate to have his wife back, Orpheus traveled to the underworld and by his music softened the hearts of Hades and any other mortal could have died but he was protected by the Gods. The God of the underworld agreed to allow Eurydice to return with him to earth one condition,"
"that he should walk in front of her and not look back until they both had reached the upper world." Damon interjected.
"If Orpheus was patient enough he would have Eurydice as a normal woman again by his side." She added.
"He was trying to hear Eurydice's footsteps, but he couldn't hear anything and he started believing that the gods had fooled him. His wife was behind him but only in form of shadow. He lost faith," she said sadly.
"In his anxiety and desperateness, Orpheus lost his faith and turned to see if Eurydice was behind him, but as soon as he did, Eurydice was gone forever." She completed running hands through his hair as he nuzzled her.
"Why didn't he try to go back again?" Damon asked, narrowing his eyes.
"He did. He tried to return to the Underworld but you can't enter the underworld twice while alive." She answered.
"So what happened to him?"
"Orpheus started playing a mourning song with his lyre calling for death so that he could reunited with Eurydice. Some says Zeus decided to strike him so he wouldn't tell secrets of underworld to mortals but in any way he died soon. Some version of the story says he committed suicide from his grief unable to find Eurydice, while staring at the tunnel to underground, starved to death," she completed.
"Man! Greeks are dark."
Elena giggled.
"Well! At least he finally reunited with his one true love even if he had to kill himself for that," Damon added.
"What?"
"I kinda understand him. I mean I wouldn't be able to live without you either." he said.
"What? No! That's insane. Low moments are bound to come in everyone's life. You have to understand that all of us are sent to life in order to fulfill some duty. Everybody here is on a mission. A mission, assigned to all of us by that one divine force. Call him God, call him anything. Taking away your life in the midst of your incomplete mission would be dishonoring that one divine power. Killing yourself is cowardly act. We have to fight it. Fight it till we win," she said.
He chuckled.
"What?" she asked.
"How the hell are you so positive?" he asked.
"because I have you. I am married to the love of my life. I have never felt happier. You are the reason of my existence." she said, smiling.
"What if I die in future? What will you do then?" he asked.
She felt a sharp pain in her heart. She flinched. Her face covered in pain. "I can't imagine my world without you, Damon." she said hiding her face in the crook of his neck. Even the very thought of being separated from him killed her.
"Just for the sake of argument,"
"No,"
"Please. Just tell me! If I die in near future, what will you do?" he asked.
She pressed her lips. "The very thought of this hurts me," she said in an agonized tone.
"Please, I want to know," he argued.
"I won't kill myself but I know I won't be able to survive without you. I will dedicate myself to social work. I won't be alive I will just be breathing. I will wait in wings for my death too," she answered honestly.
"Topic change or I will end up crying," she added.
"You're such a girl…" he said, laughing.
"I'm a girl."
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Present time
"Damon!" Rose said as she opened the door to his room. His gun was still pointed to his temple.
"What the fuck?" she growled as she snatched the gun from his hands.
He didn't say anything. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she shouted, shocked.
"She isn't anywhere. I am scared. I can't even breath properly without her." he shouted in rage. "What if Kol or Klaus has her? What if she is hurt? What if she isn't even alive?" he continued.
"She is alive and she is okay." Rose said.
"What? Do you know where she is?" he asked, instantly.
"She opened her email id today, just two minutes ago,"
"Oh, thank god," he sighed in relief. "Did you track her? Where is she? let's pick her up from wherever she is,"
"We couldn't track her. Our software can only locate her when she sends an email so far she is being very careful but the good news is if Elena is the only one who has her email id then she is alive," she completed.
Damon sighed in relief.
"She is close, Damon, she is within the city limits. We just have to spread out and find her now." Rose added.
"So, what are we waiting for? Call the guys, spread out, we won't rest till my wife is found," Damon said.
"Sure, but don't ever pull this kinda shit again, fucking coward." Rose growled, throwing his gun back at him. "You're our Don. And we can't be led by a coward."
"She'll hate me,"
"Well, you did lie a lot. But what now, can you let her go?"
He finally stood up. "No, I can't and I won't. She's stuck with me, whether she likes it or not."
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Two days Later
"I am telling you she is Salvatore's wife," Elena heard Robert growl to his wife when she was out from her bed to get some water. Both Jo and Robert were arguing about her in their bedroom.
"Why would you say that?" Jo replied.
"Salvatore's men were searching for her in the town. They told everyone to let them know if anyone spots her. I didn't get to see her picture but I'm sure it's Katarina," Robert said.
"But-but… Katerina came here with her friends."
"She is American, so is Salvatore's wife. Katrina is really beautiful. Word in the town is Salvatore's wife is more beautiful than the waning moon. His wife disappears a week ago. We find Katarina five days ago in the same woods I saw Damon Salvatore and his men search for someone and do you remember how scared Katarina was when she woke up. She mentioned someone wanted to kill her. Now we all know, Salvatores are dangerous. My guess is Katarina cheated on him and now he is out for her blood. Explains why she was so upset when she found out she was pregnant. She is afraid for her lover and his child," Robert said.
"What? What the hell?" Jo almost laughed.
"Jo! I can't risk you and me. We have to tell him she is with us." Robert replied in a serious tone.
"No!" Jo almost shouted.
"What?"
"Let's say. You're right. Let's say she is running away from her husband. But she needs our help. She is scared, alone and hurt. Not to mention freshly pregnant. Let's just ask her about this," Jo said patting his back.
"Okay,"
They made their way toward Katrina's room. They found it empty.
A note on her bed.
"Dearest Jo!
Thank you so much for helping me out in one of the most difficult time of my life. I am sorry I have to go though. I am not safe here. I know your husband found out about me. Please Don't inform my husband that I was here.
Love
Elena
Ps: I am sorry for taking your spare cash and your phone. I will send it back as soon as I get in contact with my family." Jo read.
Robert sighed.
"Fuck."
"She was indeed his wife huh…" Jo said, dropping on bed.
"We have to inform Salvatore." Robert said, getting up.
"No! We can't. She must have strong reason to run away from her husband." Jo said, holding his arm.
"She was here for four days and she lied to us. She told us she was here with her friends. Do you have any idea what Zach Salvatore and this town would do to us for helping his nephew's wife hide from him? Everyone here worships them since he is the sole investor of the industry that is providing jobs to people here. People here are devoted to him." Robert tried to explain to his wife.
"Never the less, we are not going to inform him." Jo said in a firm tone. "And we aren't going to report my phone as well. We are going to help her," she added.
"You will get us in real trouble," Rob said, huffing.
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Robert stood there in Salvatore mansion. Even though Jo had warned him not to, he was still here to fuss up about Katrina or Elena whatever her name was. In about twenty minutes a tall well-built man came from his bedroom. His eyes were red rimmed and it looked like he had been starving. His eyes were empty, cold and lifeless. He claimed himself as his Elena's husband, Damon Salvatore, Zach's nephew. Rob couldn't help but feel intimidated. He explained everything to Damon Salvatore. From how he and his wife found her in the bushes to how Elena lied and told them she was Katrina who came with her friends on a trip.
The man, Damon was hooked as soon as Rob mentioned Elena. He asked many questions. Something in the back of Rob's head stopped him from telling Damon about Katrina/Elena's pregnancy. The man already looked wrecked, he didn't want to add another shock.
He explained how Elena escaped as soon as she heard them talk about her true identity. That's when he saw true colors of the man in front of him. And, right then he couldn't help but regret telling this man about his wife, Elena.
"No. No. No. No. No." Damon shouted furiously as he smashed a lamp that was sitting on a table near him. He didn't stop there. He grabbed whatever that came into his hand threw it across the room. His guards however seemed unaffected. Rob was shivering though.
"I am sorry. Had I known she was your wife I would have informed you the instant we found her in the bushes," Rob said.
"How was she? Was she fine? Was she okay?" He said as he held Rob by his collar, like a mad addict, searching for his drug.
"She had been crying the whole time she was awake. She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't drink. My wife had to force her to eat. She was even whimpering when she was unconscious the first three days she was with us. She was devastated and upset as if someone close to her died," Robert replied.
"Of course. She was." he said, rubbing the nape of his neck.
"She has my wife's phone. You can track her down using that," Rob added.
"That's it. Thankyou. We can track her down using that." Rose said, coming to hold Damon's arm.
"Yes. Yes. We will track her down." Damon said talking more to himself.
In about twenty minutes Rob gave them all the details and left with promise to call if Elena showed up.
"Her phone is switched off. We can't track her down until she switches it on." Rose said, groaning in frustration.
Damon hissed in frustration too. How hard was it to find one girl? Apparently too hard. "I can't take this anymore. This constant anxiety and pain! I want her with me right now." he shouted.
"Damon! We are trying our best."
"Well! Your best is not good enough."
"Look! Damon! She can't leave this country and we already have people in U.S. who would track her down immediately if she tries to contact anyone in her family."
"besides the blonde Barbie is too busy mourning after her fiancé that Zach killed a week ago," Rose added.
Zach had finally snapped and killed Tyler, when he didn't stop bothering Zach and insisted on putting him on trial. Caroline had called a week ago, all devastated, wanting to seek comfort from her best friend, but Damon hung up the phone on her.
When he demanded Zach of what he had done, Zach snapped on him and told him that he couldn't shut down his business just because he had gone bonkers for a girl. Damon decided that Tyler wasn't worth the trouble of going against Zach.
Zach and his nasty ways.
And then it hit him.
"Elena is afraid of me," He said.
"Damon, I told you, she'll be over it, if we explain-,"
"Stop." He turned to her, and staring straight into her eyes, evil gleaming in it, "Let's use that fear."
"What?" She gasped.
"Call her, send her a recording, tell her to be back till tomorrow morning or we'll hurt someone she loves." He said, darkly.
Rose nodded uncertainly. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, why not, that seems to work on normal people. I want her back, Rosey. By hook or crook. I need her or I'll die."
"Okay. Okay." Rose said, seeing how crazed he sounded.
"Who do we get?"
"Jeremy Gilbert. Her brother. He's her weakness."
Rose finally smirked. She thought. 'That's finally the Don thinking.'
"Hello, Carlos, I need you to kidnap someone for me."
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Hiding her face behind huge goggles and the mane of her long hair Elena made her way toward that small motel. She knew they wouldn't ask for any ID. It didn't look like that kind of place. She walked toward the reception.
"One room," she asked, looking back to double check if anyone was following her. She had been moving from one motel to other. She was almost out of money that she stole from Jo. She didn't switch on the phone yet. She was scared they would track her down. She decided to lay low and send a mail for help as soon as she was far away from the town that she called home one week and four days ago.
"Name?"
"Katherine Pierce." she replied.
"ID?"
She handed the girl some cash. The girl on the counter smirked and handed her keys.
"When will you check out?"
"Tomorrow, Same time." Elena replied.
"Room 21," the girl told her and asked another woman to guide her to a room on second floor. Once, Elena was in her room. She removed her scarf and goggles. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. She was all alone in a country where she didn't know anyone. She had no one here. She was all alone.
Her hands went down to her flat stomach. She was pregnant. The very thought sent shiver down her spine. She can't possibly have a Don's baby. He was a monster. A killer. Even the thought of him scared her.
"Ok. What do you want in your life?" Damon asked.
"What?"
"I want to know, what do you want in your life?"
"I-I want to settle down," she said.
Her eyes pooled with tears. Crying, that's what she had been doing the past one and half week.
"I promise you, no one will work harder to make you happy or cherish you more than me. I want you for life. To have and to hold you, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. I promise my love to you 'til the day I die. So here is the million-dollar question will you marry me? Please say yes! Please! Please," he completed, dropping on one knee, holding a ring.
She wiped her tears. Elena shivered as she remembered his bloodshot eyes. The cold look he gave Mason. No emotions at all when he killed Mason. He must have done it a lot of times if his hands didn't even shook once before he shot Mason. And he killed Rebekah too.
She shivered in fear. He was crazy, abnormal and monster. He killed people. She was married to a killer. She wrapped her hands around her knees, hugging herself. She was all alone. Everything in her screamed in fear. She jumped toward her purse, taking out the phone she stole from Jo.
She needed help. She had to get out of Italy. Away from her crazy, criminal and mobster husband.
"Promise me you will always love me? You will never leave me?" he asked, he knew she was very sleepy.
"I promise I'll always love you. I promise I will never leave you," she replied in her sleepy tone.
"We will stay together forever." he added.
"till death do us part." she replied chuckling.
"till death do us part."
No! She won't think about him. He manipulated her. He played her. He cheated her into marrying him. She shivered again in fear. Fear from her husband. She switched on her phone. She was finally going to call home and ask for help.
The notification tone chimed instantly. She had 85 messages, 21 missed calls, 18 voice message and 1 video message. She was going to ignore them when her eyes scanned a familiar number. Her husband's number. A cold shiver ran down her spine.
She opened the video message.
She cried in horror as the video clip opened. Her brother Jeremy was tied to a chair. His face was slightly bruised from what she guessed slaps and kicks. She cried in fear at the scene. Jeremy was groaning in pain.
Damon appeared on screen, eyes red rimmed, swollen.
"Hi, Elena! I know that this is not how you thought we will ask you to come back to us. But we didn't have any other choice. I'm going crazy. You're killing me every second you're not with me. I don't want to do this to you baby, but I have no other way. You're hurting me, Elena so it's only fair that I hurt you too. Now, we just roughed him up but if you don't show up by the end of this week, we will cut your brother into tiny tiny pieces and feed him to the fishes that you bought last month. We will start with your brother and move on to Caroline, the blabbermouth bitch and then your dad and then darling Miranda, anyway. Hope to see you soon. I love you, Elena. Please come back. Please." He begged before the screen went blank.
Elena cried hysterically seeing her brother like that. She hated Damon. She hated Rose. She hated them so much. How dare they hurt her brother? She will never forgive them for this. She was still shivering from fear and adrenaline.
She had to go back now. She had to confront them. She rose up. Wiping her tears. Enough crying. That's it. Damon played her, manipulated her, manipulated her into falling in love with him and marrying him. He lied to her over and over again. Rose had been his partner in crime. She hated them both. She took her purse and opened the door of her room.
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Standing in front of their, no, his house she felt scared again. The sudden courage long gone now. She gulped and walked toward the main gate. The doorman eyes widened. "Mrs Salvatore," he greeted her, half smiling. Elena didn't smile back. He opened the door for her.
As she walked toward the door. She noticed everyone in the staff stood still, watching her. The guard on the main-door of the hall opened the door for her. She walked in gracefully. The house didn't seem like her house at all.
Blood. Innocent Blood. She could feel it dripping from the walls. She felt disgusted. Hatred filled her veins.
"Mrs Salvatore!" Grace, a maid greeted her. Elena didn't even look at her. They were all in it. They knew about him. They knew about Rose. They knew about Zach. Salvatores were criminals. They all disgusted her.
She opened the door to the living room and entered, taking a deep breath. Mason's lifeless body, Damon's cold emotionless eyes, Rose careless attitude to the kill, Damon shooting Mason, Jeremy's bruised face, everything swam before her eyes.
Rose was standing near a man who was briefing her about something, showing her a file. Kevin and Enzo were discussing something with Bonnie. Wait, if Enzo was Damon's best friend that meant Enzo was involved in this too and Bonnie being his girlfriend was in it the whole time too. Elena felt even more betrayed. She hated each and every one of them.
"Elena?" Bonnie said as she noticed the brunette standing in the doorway.
Damon's head shot up. His eyes pooled with tears before he smiled. "Elena, baby, you came back." he said walking toward her and before she knew it. He crashed her into a bear hug, kissing every inch of skin revealed by her dress. Elena felt him shudder in pleasure, as if an addict found his drug after a long time, his hands still tied around her waist. He pulled back for a second capturing her lips with his, moaning in delight. He tried to shove his tongue in her mouth. He needed her that second. Was she always this soft?
He forced open her mouth with his and sucked on her tongue. That's when she snapped. She pushed him away with all her force, slapping him hard on his face.
Every person in the room, from Butch to Rose pointed their guns at her. Crap, she forgot. She just slapped her husband who also happened to be a cruel ruthless killer mobster. But she didn't care.
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So, I am sure, you've all seen some major changes. Damon, being very uncensored in this one.
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