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Chapter 5

It felt like days had passed. Night and day had come and gone. The nightmare of being locked away from society for what could be an eternity was nothing but a dream. Her eyes, though, brought the anguishing reality to life.

The canopy bed and the dark walls surrounded her. The heavy duvet held her body down like chains. She pushed it off her feeling the toll this place was having on her. The drawn curtains helped her see the sun high in the sky. It must have been nearly mid-afternoon. She had slept for too long.

A low growl omitted from her body and the shaking walls of her empty stomach made her starving. She had not eaten in awhile and now she was finally feeling the consequences for poor nutrition. Did this place even have food, a pantry? By the looks of it she was going to be disappointed. However, she needed to strip herself from this room.

Like before it was quiet, but she knew Damon, the man that resided in it was lurking in the shadows. She did not know where and when she would run into him, but it was likely though.

Everywhere she went it was depressing. Why were all the curtains closed? Did he like living the dark? Had he grown accustom to it? Elena did not like this lifestyle he was living and whether or not she would get the wrath for it later, she did what she felt was necessary. Taking the pieces of fabric, she separated them. Light shined through bringing color. It was like black and white movie being colored for the first time. The place was enormous. She walked the hallways avoiding the west wing opening the curtains. Once down in the foyer she did the same.

The sound of glass breaking into many pieces stole her attention. She froze knowing only one thing could have caused that sort of noise. It was Damon. He was on the main floor, but where? Elena became extremely cautious and aware of surroundings.

Within seconds he came stumbling around the corner. He looked disheveled and tired. His body was hunched over and the same tattered clothes covered him. His smug expression turned ugly as he saw her standing in the foyer and the sunlight peaking through four uncovered windows.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" He yelled in a low roar.

"Making this place feel more like a home." She answered trying to stand her ground.

Expecting him to come wailing at her, he remained in the shadowed part of the foyer. His eyes danced over the beams of light. The small pools of sun that flooded the floor and crossed over on to the furniture made him wild. If actual steam could be coming from him, he was fuming. Damon pressed his back against the wall and glared at her. She was frightened, but felt safety as she stood in the light. If he wanted to hurt her, he would have already. Something about the light had left him paralyzed.

"This isn't your home." Damon said reminding her of her fate. "This is your prison and you have no right to do as you please here."

"I thought you had a problem with the West Wing." Elena snapped. This courage bottled inside her to fight and argue with him was exciting. She knew it was bold and brave of her to stand up to him, when most others probably hadn't. Even he looked stunned by her strong speech and stamina. "Now, you have problem with a little sunlight."

"I have a problem with you!" He shouted pressing harder against the wall.

"Then let me go! I see I'm more of a nuisance than a prisoner to you." She stated. "You haven't even laid a hand on me since you've captured me. What are you waiting for? Or are you a coward?"

His chest was heaving profusely. The white teeth glistened in the dark. His red eyes glowed creating the monster she had seen when she first stumbled upon the place. He darted fast across the room hissing and howling. The sound of closing curtains startled her and this time steam did rise from his skin. Boils rose from his skin on his hands. It was like he was on fire and he couldn't put it out. Now she was officially afraid. What was going on?

Damon lunged at her crying out in pain even more as he took her away from the sunlight and into the shadows. He held her tight against his chest with her facing away. Her neck was being cranked to the right. She nudged and struggled under his grasp, but he was too strong. Raising her foot, she tried to kick it backward hoping to hit him between the legs like Alaric had taught her during any attack. It didn't work though. She couldn't reach him and he was crushing her bones. Hot, disgusting breath heated her neck.

"You want to be a prisoner. You want to know what it feels like to be succumbed under my control." Damon whispered in her ear. "Then I'll show you I'm no coward."

Two piercing pricks penetrated her neck. She shook violently as his mouth crushed through her skin and she began to bleed. It was more painful than anything she ever felt. This was animalistic. The sounds omitting from him were horrifying. Tiny drops of blood fell down her neck feeling warm and wet. At this rate she knew she was going to die. Her neck was on the verge of being snapped. The amount of blood leaving her system was leaving her dizzy and weak. She was wrong. He wasn't a coward at all. He was a bonafide monster.