Chapter 2

Don't be Afraid- It's Only the Beginning

Elena groaned in agony as she began to move her aching limbs, she squinted blinking over and over trying to adjust her eyes to the dimmed lighting.

"Where am I?" she tried to say but it came out raspy and barely audible. She tried to sit up but her body was so weak she felt as if she was being weighed down by bricks. She whimpered as she rolled into a sitting position and surveyed her surroundings. She pulled at her wrists starting to panic seeing that they were shackled to the wall behind her, it appeared to be a holding cell of some sort she concluded as she took in the vast brick walls surrounding her, the high ceilings, the iron door with the small bared window that she guessed was locked on the outside.

"hello?" Elena called out and winced at the pain that flew threw her body, but she wouldn't dare take in her injuries. She could taste metal in her mouth and smell the over powering aroma of blood coming from her body. By the feel of it however, the blood was dried on her skin and probably stained in her clothing so she had no way of knowing how long she had been in this cell. Elena flinched hearing the sliding of metal as the door suddenly sprang open, there was a gust of air that sent her fair flying, but as she waited nervously to see her captor, nobody was there. Elena struggled to stand up when suddenly she felt a hand reach out and yank her to her feet, she screamed in spite of herself and thrashed at the person restraining her.

"Stop fighting me, you were on vervain so you must know about vampires and how pointless it is to fight me. But if I might add that was a mean little trick." Elena stilled as her eyes settled on Damon's unamused features and was immediately overcome with anger.

"What the fuck are you talking about you psycho? Vervain? Vampires? Your fucking crazy! Did you attack me in the woods? Where am I?!" Elena was screaming to the best of her ability while trying to yank her hands free of Damon's firm grasp, but with each tug his grip got tighter until his hands were biting into her wrists harder than the shackles. Suddenly he shook her violently and growled, ceasing her struggles. Elena gasped in horror seeing his eyes become bloodshot, the veins underneath his eyes pulsating through his skin, and his k-9 teeth extended sharp as knives peeking from underneath his upper lip.

"w-wh- what are YOU?" She stuttered her legs going limp and the room spinning. Damon rolled his eyes and lunged forward ripping into her neck as she screeched at the top of her lungs. He threw his head back with a satisfied groaned and gripping her chin he brushed the tears away that were now rolling free.

"Shhh It was just a taste." Damon began and waited for her to meet his eyes.

"Calm down, your fine. You won't be afraid. I'm going to feed you a little of my blood so you don't pass out. Then we are going to have a little chat, and you're going to be completely honest with me. And you're going to behave for me, got it?" Damon smoothly compelled Elena and waited until she nodded and repeated the words back to him before he bit into his wrist and placed it at her lips. After a small nod of encouragement, she drank for a few minutes before he pulled his arm away at sat her in the chair against the wall, leaving her wrists shackled.

Elena sat in silence watching as Damon pulled the other chair forward sitting directly in front of her. She wasn't moving, why wasn't she trying to escape?

"What are you?" she demanded as Damon observed her tilting his head in what seemed like awe.

"A vampire. Why do you look like Katherine?" he asked equally puzzled and confused.

"I don't know who Katherine is I swear. I was adopted though, my real parents are Johnathan Gilbert and Isobel, Alaric's ex-wife" Elena's eyes widened in shock at her honesty, she didn't even know him! Why was she telling him all of this?!

"Mm. I see. So, the little slut must have had a child before she was turned…" Damon trailed off mentally ticking off the different possibilities but quickly recovered.

"Who gave you vervain?" He continued arching an eyebrow. "And remember- complete honestly Elena" He drawled out the syllables of her name making her shake to the core.

"I don't know what vervain is or what it's for, honestly." She replied her lips beginning to quiver. "are you going to kill me?" She whispered looking straight into his eyes searching for any flicker of emotion.

"Maybe later. I want to play with you first." She shivered watching a slow smirk roll over his lips, she sensed this was only a half-truth; but which part was a lie?

She flinched as Damon moved from the chair and approached her placing hands on either one of the arm rests and breathing in her sent slowly. He lowered his nose to her neck breathing in even more deeply.

"Mmm you smell good little Elena." He drawled and rolled his tongue over her neck at the left-over blood from her now healed wound. "taste even better… a little innocent. Tell me Elena, are you a virgin?" a smirk played at his lips as he met her eyes waiting for a response.

"Y-Yes. "She stammered and blushed avoiding his eyes. "How long have I been here?" She asked quickly trying to change the subject.

"Only three days, everyone is very worried about you but until I figure out who is supplying the vervain you have to stay with me." He said with a small disapproving shake of his head. He reached down and skillfully unlocked the shackles on her wrists. And then grasped her chin tightly making her meet his eyes.

"You will not try to leave or escape unless I say it's okay." He compelled her simply and then turned on his heel. "pick a room, they all have their own bathroom and you are extremely tempting with your blood all over your clothes. If you'd like I'd be more than happy to help you out of them. but I don't think I'd be able to hold back from popping that bright red cherry of yours. "He turned with a smirk looking her up and down before disappearing; leaving Elena stunned. She slowly stood as she heard the upstairs door slam shut. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out the leaf of vervain that had been there. Not only does she drink it every day due to Alaric's constant nagging, but she kept some with her at all times. Looks like it's not for your immune system she thought.

"Game on Salvatore." She said with a smirk of her own.