Elena's eyes fluttered open to a view of very unfamiliar surroundings. She was kind of chilly and she was lying on a dirty cement floor. Rubbing her temples she sat up and gazed around, the last thing she remembered was that she had gone out for a run and there was a man.
"What the hell…" It was a murmur, barely audible and raspy from her throat being so dry. Pulling herself slowly to a standing position she observed that there was a thin, old looking cot off to the side and not much else. Her breathing sped up as her fear increased and Elena wrapped her arms around herself, scared that something even more terrible than being locked up was going to happen to her.
Swallowing to try and moisten her throat she went to the small, barred window on the iron door and tried to look out of it. "Hello?!" Her yell echoed a little bit. "Hey! Let me the hell out of here!" It was probably a pointless request, but it felt like the only natural thing to say at that moment.
"Don't you watch horror movies? Nothing good ever comes from yelling 'Hello!' You should know better than that Katherine," Damon snarked as he looked into the cell.
His eyes traveled over her slowly trying to drink in as much as he could now that she was awake. Damon hadn't had the chance to feed on her yet because he wasn't sure if she was full of vervain. He was waiting for her to wake before he tested her. First, however, he wanted to see what she had to say as to why she was in Mystic Falls and where she had been for the past 145 years.
"So Katherine, the last time we saw each other Stefan and I were trying to save your ass from burning in the church. Care to elaborate on where you've been for the past 145 years?"
Elena jumped back a couple of feet when he appeared on the other side of the little window, her eyes as wide as saucers. Katherine? She had no idea who this Katherine was but she did know she sure as hell wasn't her.
The way he looked at her with those eyes of his, it made her feel completely uneasy and freaked out and on display like some animal in a cage, which was essentially what she was. He kept calling her Katherine, so hopefully with any luck when he found out she wasn't Katherine, he would just let her go on her merry way and they both could forget about this little misunderstanding.
"Listen, I don't know who you think I am, but you have the wrong girl. My name isn't Katherine, it's Elena… and a hundred and forty-five years? I'm only seventeen…" Elena didn't know which route to take with him, especially now that he brought up horror movies, there was never any telling which way to act was appropriate for appeasing a murderer, if that's what this guy even was.
"Please, just let me out of here. I'm not going to tell anyone about this." Elena attempted, holding her arms even more tightly around herself as she moved back from the door another step.
Damon narrowed his eyes and began to clap slowly. "Sorry, Katherine. But if that's your weak attempt to convince me to let you go then you need a little more rehearsal. You're not leaving anytime soon."
He pulled the bar through the slot and opened the cell stalking towards the human Katherine.
"Okay, I'll bite. If you really aren't Katherine and just a seventeen-year-old girl then what's to stop you from telling anyone? How am I supposed to know that you won't go scampering to Mystic Falls' Finest if I let you go?" Damon asked with a flirty smirk.
Elena's brows creased as the crazy man on the other side of the door began to clap and yet again call her by a name that wasn't her own. This was all incredibly odd and random and downright terrifying. She began to wonder what in the world she did to deserve this.. or more accurately so, what this insanely and unrealistically old Katherine could have done to deserve this.
Her big brown doe eyes got wide, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she backed up a few more steps before hitting the wall when he entered the cell and approached her.
Elena didn't understand this flirty smirk playing on his lips; in fact, she didn't understand one damn thing about any of this. "I have no reason to tell anyone. You haven't hurt me…so why should I hurt you?" She asked sincerely, her voice a little shaky from the fear coursing through her veins. All Elena wanted was to be back home, she could easily justify her absence with some excuse.
Damon stalked towards her slowly, like a lion hunting a gazelle. He stopped a few feet from her and cocked his head to the right. He could hear her heart pumping loudly and could practically taste her fear on his tongue. Perfect Damon thought to himself.
Fear and adrenaline always made the blood taste sweeter and the main reason why he loved to chase his food than compelling it. In fact, Damon wondered why he didn't think about having fun with this so-called Elena before. Damon leaned forward in the darkly lit room and caught her eye with his.
"You will not leave this house for any reason," Damon compelled her. Then he stepped to the side, showing her the open door behind him. He looked at the girl and then said, "Run."