Damon's POV:

"Ha. Stefan's little sweetheart, so innocent," Damon thought, looking at Elena's limp body in the passenger seat next to him, "It will be fun to see her face when she learns the truth."

"Wakey Wakey, little 'Lena."

Elena's POV:

The world came back, but where was I? A car? I started to scream when Damon's hand reached across and blocked any sound from coming out of my mouth. "Oh my god shut up, I miss when you were sleeping." He said, sounding bored.

My mind raced, where were we? What did he want? Why did I fall asleep?

"Guess where we are? Let's make it a game!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"What? You are kidding me!" I shouted, infuriated.

"Fine Party Pooper have it your way. We're in….a place I'm not telling you! Can't have you knowing in case you get hold of a phone and tell your little Stefan." He said.

I stayed quiet for a few minutes, until the suspense killed me and I had to ask.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I asked quietly.

"I told you, to anger my little brother." He said.

"Why? Why did you need to anger your brother and why would you pull me into it?" I shouted angrily, not able to contain myself any longer.

"You ask a lot of questions, you know that?" he said.

With that, I gave up and soon fell back asleep.

I awoke to an unfamiliar room. Wait… he carried me here?! I didn't even want him touching me! I eventually stopped and looked at my surroundings. There was a white dresser in the corner, ripped carpet, a small metal bed with a plain white comforter, and no window. Figures.

My first instinct was to go open the door, but before I even tried to turn the knob I knew it was locked. I could only wait. I sat curled up on the bed for what felt like an eternity, but was likely only a few hours.

Finally, the door opened and the familiar face of Damon popped in. "Hey Elena, have a good sleep?"

I only looked at him angrily, hoping I looked brave.

"Well alrighty then. Let's get down to business. You will stay here for…. Who knows? Weeks.. months.. I suppose until I get bored. I suggest you don't get on my bad side, alright?"

I still didn't answer, I was not going to give him the satisfaction of being in charge, though he pretty much was.

"Lets go eat something, shall we? You must be starved." He said, like everything was totally normal.

I followed him out of the door and continued looking for a way out.

"There's no way out, trust me on that. All the windows are locked, the doors are locked, and you will be here for a while and you should accept it." He told me.

That's when I snapped.

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! You can't just kidnap people to have fun! You are a freaking crazy and need to check into a damn mental hospital! NOW LET ME GO!" I yelled, finally breaking down.

I guess I wasn't the only one who snapped. He practically flew from the kitchen, and landed inches from my face. His eyes… they were blood red and black veins looked as if they were going to explode from his skin.

That was all I needed to see, I didn't know what just happened, but I ran. I ran toward the front door, and it actually opened! He must have lied, not all the doors were locked.

I ran as far as I could, I didn't know where I was but it was better than being in there. I was surrounded by woods, there was no sign of human life. I kept running and running, until my legs couldn't give anything else and I tripped over a fallen tree limb.

I looked at my leg, there was a huge, bloody gash where protruding wood stabbed into it. I tried to get back up, but my leg was in too much pain. That's when I saw it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something red, and then it was right in front of me. It was Damon! Or was it? His face looked like it did when I yelled at him, but now his demeanor had changed. It changed from anger to…. Hunger? I tried to drag my leg along and run, but he was too fast.

He grabbed my shoulder and threw me into the side of a nearby tree. I screamed and tried to move, but everything was in too much pain. I couldn't do it.

His face neared me, and something was in his mouth. Were those…. Were those fangs? No, that's not possible that's only in the stories, I told myself. He looked at my leg, and then to me. Suddenly, his arm prevented me from moving and his mouth found my neck. I struggled, but it was no use. His fangs pierced my neck, and all I could do was scream and wish for it to be over. The searing pain. It felt as if someone had lit a match and set my neck on fire. I could feel myself getting weaker, and eventually his arm leg me go and his fangs left my neck. But the pain didn't leave. It wouldn't. I fell to the side, no longer able to support myself.

He looked at me at first angrily, but suddenly his face turned soft and it was almost as if he felt…. Bad?

My vision blurred, but I saw him bring his wrist to his mouth and biting into it. He brought his wrist to my mouth. Ew, was he trying to feed me that?No! But, I couldn't struggle, I could only close my eyes and hope they would open again.