He kept getting closer, she couldn't back up any farther with the wall to her back already and she was terrified when he didn't speak. This was crazy, what had she done to earn being captured and treated this way by some crazy guy who thought she was someone else.
In the just barely lit room, she could see his baby blue eyes as he looked into her own and she suddenly she could not look away for some reason as he spoke, telling her not to leave.
Elena took off for the door when he told her to run, her first instinct was the front door, but she had no idea where that was, so she bolted up the basement steps and through a door into the rest of the dim and huge house.
Spotting the front door she stopped and stared at it but she couldn't force her feet to move towards it no matter how hard she willed them to run it. She ran off in another direction, finding herself in the kitchen, looking frantically around before finding a walk-in pantry and nestling herself inside.
A couple of tears slid down her cheeks in fear as she tried to steady her breathing as she listened for him, praying he wouldn't find her in here.
"Come out. Come out. Wherever you are." Damon loved to toy with his food. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He could hear her breathing in the kitchen pantry. He smirked. He wanted to lure her into a false sense of safety.
He turned away from the kitchen and made his way slowly up the staircase making sure to walk a bit heavier. He went up and waited in the shadows of the second-floor landing.
Elena could hear his voice and it made her palms sweat. She had no idea what the hell he wanted from her, but she definitely had some assumptions running through her head. She was as still as could be and when she heard the heaviness of his footsteps on the stairs she breathed a sigh of relief; she had to get out of this house.
Elena carefully pushed the pantry open, wondering why the hell it needed to be so dark in this house as she stepped out. The window above the sink, she could definitely fit out of it. She pressed it up and open but not a bone in her body could move towards it, she just… wasn't able to leave.
"What the hell…" she uttered quietly as she practically tip-toed away, eyeing up the stairs he must have gone up and quickly trying to scurry past, she hid behind a leather sofa breathing so hard she felt like she was going to hyperventilate.
Damon could see her perfectly from his spot on the second landing. He began to fidget, twisting his ring around on his finger. It was almost time. He saw her try to escape through the window and her confusion when she couldn't leave out of it. He smirked to himself. He liked this game.
Yet, he was getting hungry. It was time to make his move. He ran down the stairs and stopped in front of her. He bent down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up and spinning her around. Her back was pressed against his front. He quickly pushed her hair to the side and bit into her neck.
Elena's heart practically stopped when she felt him grab her wrist and pick her up from the floor before he spun her around. She inhaled sharply when he moved her hair to the side; the only thing going through her mind was that he was going to slit her throat. She felt panicked and more afraid than she had ever felt in her entire life.
"Please, no… please.." her begging came out in shallow breaths and then all she could focus on was the sudden piercing pain in her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the initial pain. She couldn't figure out what he was going to do to her and then she could swear she felt her blood flowing from the source of the pain.
Elena tried to fight back against him but he was too strong and it only made the pain worse. "Stop! Please!" Crocodile tears flowed from her eyes as she started to feel just slightly queasy from the blood loss. "Why are you doing this to me!?" Her sobbing made her words difficult to understand, but she couldn't control the tears.
Damon tore his fangs from her neck and turned her towards him. "Stop crying," he compelled her. He released her from his grip and watched her take a few steps back. He stayed where he was. He licked his lips and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.
Elena cried out when he tore his fangs from her neck and immediately brought her hand over the wound when he spun her around and commanded her to stop her tears. She sniffled and almost as though she turned off a switch, her tears stopped, leaving only trails of moisture down her cheeks. "What… what are you? What did you do to me?"
"I compelled you," Damon stated nonchalantly. He narrowed his eyes as an idea began to form. He stalked towards her and leaned in close. "You are to remain here in the boarding house. No phone calls, no e-mails. No contact with the outside world." Damon looked her up and down. "You will live here with me until I can decide if what you say is true."
Compelled? Elena had no clue what that even meant but it had to be some kind of crazy mind control. She held her breath, as he got closer again, still holding her neck where she was bitten as his eyes met hers.
All Elena could do was nod and obey even though staying there with him and being disconnected from her life was the last thing in the world that she wanted to do. "I… don't have any clothes here.."
It was the only thing she could focus on at that moment like she was in some kind of shock. She couldn't leave or call for help, her neck was slowly bleeding and she had no idea if she would make it through this night alive.
Damon sighed and grabbed her arm. He started dragging her upstairs to the second floor. She struggled against his grip, which only forced him to drag her more forcefully along the second-floor hallway. Damon opened the door to a bedroom and shoved her in. "There are some clothes in the closet which should fit you," he growled at her. "Dinner is served sharply at seven. I expect to see you there."
As she stumbled forward he saw the blood trickling down her neck. He rolled his eyes and walked towards her as he bit his wrist and pressed his bloody wrist to her mouth.
Elena's heartbeat was erratic as she was practically dragged up the stairs by her captor and then forcefully shoved into a large bedroom. Now he expected her to wear some random clothes from the closet? This was getting crazier and crazier as time went on but if she planned to live to tell about this crazy tale, she knew she would have to obey him.
She was startled as he came towards her again after giving her orders to be at dinner at seven. She gasped when he shoved his bloody wrist right to her mouth, it was metallic and grossed her out to the fullest extent but a few seconds after his blood touched her tongue, she felt the pain in her neck almost instantly begin to subside and she looked at him with confusion.
"Are you a… a vampire?" Elena didn't want to believe it, she just wanted to believe he was some sicko whack job, but his obsession with blood had her mind thinking of other crazy possibilities.