A/N: My husband finally finished editing this chapter. Please be warned that there is heavy, dark smut in this chapter!
I'm guessing that my husband intentionally made Elena a virgin in this story, so be aware of this! If you do not like smut or are under the age of 18, then please do not read!
His combat boots thudded against the wooden flooring in his room, walking towards his bed. Lifting her up, he flung her onto the bed, seemingly not noticing the look of sheer fright on her face. He glanced down to his phone which was placed on his dresser, finding six missed calls from Caroline and four from Stefan. Right now, he didn't care who walked in, he was going to get even with the girl lying on his bed.
He kicked the door shut, locking it before turning around. His lips curled upwards as he saw her wriggling around on the bed, trying to get off but finding that she couldn't move. Had he compelled her that quickly? With another malicious smile on his face, he sped onto the bed, inhaling her scent before swiftly attacking her.
Elena jerked to the side quick as a flash and off of the bed. Her elbow came into contact with the wooden floor below, causing her to yelp out in pain. Damon growled after his nose smashed into the headboard from her sudden movements.
"You bitch!" Raising a hand to his nose, he swiped beneath, only to find blood streaming down his lips. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, eyes growing dark. Her breathing accelerated, gaze switching from him to the door. Before he could grab her, she darted towards the door. She quickly twisted the knob, finding it locked. Absolute horror etched into her features as she slammed her back against the door, hands out in front of her and eyes shut.
"Help!" She bellowed at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face. There was a soft breeze before another scream emitted from her lips as Damon gripped a fistful of her hair, violently tugging her back to the bed. Once her stomach hit the side of the mattress, he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her onto the mattress, all the while she screamed for help.
Her vocal chords grew sore, eyes cautiously watching him as he blurred to his dresser, pulling out a leather belt. Her heart immediately clenched at the sight of the leather object. Gulping down the knot that had formed in her throat, she tried desperately to get up, only to find that he had masterfully compelled her beforehand.
A wicked smirk played on his lips, hands gripping the black belt. "You're going to pay, little one," His voice dark and unrecognizable. Every single event in which he had suffered because of her leading up to this day had been smashed together in a reel, playing over and over in his head. He couldn't stand the weakness he felt because of her. He couldn't stand feeling heartbroken simply because she chose his goddamn brother. Messing with his room had been the final straw, the straw that broke the camel's back.
He sped onto the mattress, straddling her as he roughly tied her hands together with the belt. She cried out when the leather dug into the skin, effectively causing even more tears to cascade down her cheeks.
His eyes showed absolutely no emotion except that of pure fury when she searched his face for any evidence of his old self. To her utter disappointment, he seemed to be a totally different person, just as Stefan had been a new, horrific person when he succumbed to the deep abyss of the Ripper. Her eyes fluttered shut when he roughly kissed her, lying passively beneath him. It lasted very briefly, for her eyes snapped open when she felt a sharp sting across her cheek.
His face was completely red, hand still raised in a threating manner, "Do NOT reject me!" His voice reverberated around the room, ringing her eardrums. Sobs escaped her throat before he slapped her once again. She fell silent as he hungrily eyed her up.
The echo of clothing tearing effectively snapped her into a state of passiveness, staring off into space. Moments passed and she lay completely nude beneath a raving lunatic planting kisses along her neckline. Shivers involuntarily ran across her skin as he reached the place behind her ear. Her fate was inevitable, lying completely still on the bed.
The loud, familiar jingle successfully brought her out of her comatose state. Her eyes darted down to Damon, whose hands were fumbling with his belt. Her face twisted in horror, eyes forced shut before giving out a bloodcurdling scream. Mid-way through a hand was pressed onto her mouth.
"Shut up!" He hissed, eyes flashing dangerously. She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. He hesitated a moment, looking into her now-opened, doe brown eyes. His mouth hung open for mere seconds before he tore his gaze away and found that he had successfully undone the belt. Tossing the leather object onto the ground beside the bed, he quickly pushed the zipper down and forced off his pants, tossing them beside the belt. Doing the same with his shirt, he was left with only his silk boxers. Glancing up, Elena stared at him, making him feel quite uneasy.
He reached up, pushing a lone strand of hair out of her face before whispering, "We're going to have so much fun," in a way that renewed the absolute fright in her. Ripping off the boxers, he forcibly pried open her clamped-together legs. When she wouldn't let him, he slapped her remorselessly. "Open them!" He yelled. Out of pure terror, she did as was demanded and slowly opened her legs.
He smirked evilly before brutally thrusting into her. Her mouth fell open, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as she dug her nails into the opposite hand, trying to vent the pain inflicted upon her. The blood had barely trickled down her leg before he began violently thrusting into her, not allowing her anytime to adjust to his size.
She yelped with each thrust, the pain escalating, "Damon," She whispered hoarsely, vocal chords sore, "You're hurting me." He slowed for a moment, glancing down to her from staring at the wall as he gripped the headboard. Her face was contorted in pain, and just the sight of her in agony had a shimmer of his old self pushing through.
He stopped altogether and bent down to give her a soft kiss on the lips, whispering, "I'm so sorry." And just like that, the moment of amiability disappeared. He picked up the pace, staring back at the wall.
After a few minutes, the pain began to disintegrate into pleasure, though there would be brief bouts of discomfort. Even when she tried to withhold the moans of pleasure, a few would escape, resulting in Damon speeding up until he was thrusting with godlike speed.
The headboard began to crack under his vise grip which increased considerably as he felt his orgasm nearing. Grunts escaped his throat as he jabbed his cock so far deep into her that she was sure she would die as a result. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise when he pulled her to chest. In awe, she watched him release inside of her, triggering her own orgasm. Wave after wave crashed upon her, having to shut her eyes in the bliss of it all.
The warmth she had felt evaporated when he suddenly jerked away. "Shit," She heard him hiss, "Shit, shit, shit." Her eyes opened, finding him standing by the side of the bed, hands on both sides of his head as he stared down at her in complete horror.
"Damon," She croaked out, confused and slightly hurt. He sped onto the mattress, hands shaking as he undid the belt that was painfully clasping her hands together. The mask once always placed upon his face was shattered, leaving a vulnerable Damon in its place.
Once her hands were free, he gently lifted her and brought her head to his bare chest, softly stroking her back, "I am so sorry, Elena. So sorry." His voice wavered, but he honestly didn't care. From the moment he met her, he had promised to always protect her. It seemed the only thing he had to protect her from was himself.
She trembled from the sudden coldness of the room, finding no warmth from his body to help. Realizing her predicament he grabbed the blanket pushed to the end of the bed and wrapped it around her, bringing her head back to his chest. He hadn't realized the silent tears falling down his cheeks until she had brought a trembling hand up to brush them away.
"D-Damon," She managed out, not able to move any further. He glanced down brokenly, a silent okay for her to continue. Tears pooled at the base of her eyes, "I was a virgin." A sob escaped her throat, as she buried her face into his chest. Damon froze in horror, denying what she said.
"No," he choked out before staring at the pool of blood on the sheets, "No." He sped out of the boarding house, and into the forest. Falling against the roots of a tree, he let out a sob, not caring how vulnerable he appeared. Self-anger bubbled up inside of him, rapidly rising. Stumbling to his feet, he roared before gripping the closest tree and hurling it into another. "Nooo!"
Every pent-up emotion flooded out of him as he collapsed onto the ground, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Elena stumbled to her feet, legs completely and utterly sore. With the blanket wrapped securely around her, she staggered to the doorway. The walls seemed much longer than they usually did, but she didn't give up. The pain radiating from her legs slowed her down immensely before she was able to reach the staircase.
She released a cry of agony as one foot reached forward to the fifth step down, while the other remained on the step above. Biting her lip, she persisted even when the pain grew to be too much. Her foot grazed the last step, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes found the couch she had been searching under for her phone and she stumbled towards it.
Falling to her knees, she whimpered before sticking her hand under. After a mere minute, her hand gripped the cellphone and pulled it out. With shaking hands, she dialed his number.
"Hello?" His voice immediately soothed her frayed nerves.
"J-Jeremy?"
"Elena!" He panicked, "Are you alright?"
She let out a sob, "No."
"Where are you?"
"B-Boarding House."
He immediately hung up, grabbed his car keys and rushed to Alaric's truck sitting in the driveway.
Jeremy slammed the door open, head violently turning side to side in desperation to find his hurt sister. "Elena!"
"In here, Jer!" She called out. Her rushed towards the sound of her voice, finding her wrapped in a blanket in a heap on the floor. Without hesitation, he hoisted her into his arms. Tears pricked his eyes when she let out a sob from the agony she was experiencing. From what he could see her wrists were badly bruised, as was her right cheek.
"Who did this to you?" He asked, carefully rushing outside to the car.
She shook her head, "Just take me home."
