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Chapter 6

Something pressed up against her lips. It was warm and slimy. The taste was appalling and a hint of copper was mixed in it. Her eyes fluttered open and close repeatedly until she felt able enough to keep them open. Damon was standing only inches away from her and his wrist was attached to her mouth. His hand was holding the back of her head and she squirmed and squealed with realization.

"No!" She shouted as she crawled backwards.

The sight of on her hands as she wiped her mouth made her shake. It was red, blood red and it wasn't hers. A fresh wound on his wrist dripped with blood and as she stared with repulsion as she saw it heal. Like a high-speed film of a flower blossoming in spring, his wound was gone.

"What the hell are you?" Elena cried wiping her whole face trying to remove the stains of his blood on her skin. Her hand fell to her neck where he had bitten her. Expecting to find a mess and more blood, she was shocked to find a bandage covering it.

He turned away and stood from his crouching position. The curtains she had so carefully opened were all closed now. The foyer was dark and dreary again. Boils that once covered his body from the exposure of sunlight had diminished too. Elena felt dizzy as she tried to comprehend the matter. The next thing she knew she had returned to the darkness.

The next time she awoke, she was laid out on a couch.

Elena moved quickly gripping the wood frame of the Victorian style couch. The room was dark, but small candles throughout helped illuminate it. The ceiling was high and the walls were shelves stacked all the way up. She squinted to make out the details, but was distracted as a noise came from behind her.

"Don't move." He demanded and walked around. The edge of the couch left enough space for him to sit and she pressed herself into the crack of couch as far as she could.

"Stay away from me." She warned him.

"Don't," He held his hands out wanting to touch her, but she jerked back. "Move."

"Please let me go." Elena begged, whimpering at the course of events that had taken place. Her capture followed by the angered soul that kept her imprisoned had been bad, but what had happened earlier was worse. She touched her neck carefully again feeling the gauze pressed against the wound. It was sore.

"Don't touch it. You'll only bleed out more." He growled grabbing her hand. Elena pulled it out of his grasp and she rubbed it. The man, whom she recalled his name was Damon, sighed. "You can't leave. You promised to stay and now you will live for eternity here."

"For what purpose do I serve?" She pleaded wanting to understand what possessed him to hold her against her will. "To…bite me then stitch me back up like I'm some doll?"

He inhaled a sharp breath and stormed away. Anger management was in desperate need for him. He lacked control and social skills. The way he handled situations and himself, he was pathetic. Something made her feel sorry for him though. How did he get like this? Was he always like this? These were the many questions she faced when it came to Damon, the monster, the beast.

"If this is the life I'm going to live here with you. I rather die!" Her open threat prompted him to return.

"Be careful what you wish for." Damon whispered in a brash voice. His hands were on either side of her. She sank further down. "I told you not to move! You're bandage needs to be changed."

Stomping out of the room, he slammed the door. A thump followed and she saw a square object lying on the ground. She wanted to explore, but as she heard silence and Damon moving farther away she saw it as an opportunity. Elena jumped to her feet feeling energized and not dizzy like before. The wound on her neck reminder of her injury and she was careful how she moved. Quietly, she poked her head out of the door and looked around. The coast was clear. Having no idea where she was within his confines, she had to be fast and cautious. He could be lurking anywhere. Stepping out of the room, she moved with large strides and her hand pressed to her neck.

The room wasn't far off from the foyer and as she saw the door, she bolted. She ran as fast as she could letting the adrenaline pump through her. Her breathing was loud even as she tried suppressing it. Reaching the door, she swung it open. Fresh air brushed on her skin and the light of day that was dim as it began welcoming the night. She didn't take time to enjoy it as she sprinted out the door, down the stairs, and to the gates. She knew it was far from here where she had originally come from, but she had to at least try to get to it. Her car would still be there she hoped.

The gates were closed tightly together and she shook them. Taking seconds, maybe a minute she busted through them with full force and ran. She didn't look back, freedom at last.

The forest wasn't easy to navigate. So many trees looked the same and with no sense of direction, Elena felt like she was running in circles. Her legs were like rubber and she collapsed to the ground. The pain in her neck made her cry. Blood was spilling out again and she had nothing to stop it. Only a little bit farther, she told herself. You can do it.

Pushing off the leafy floor, she tried to run. It was more of a staggered walk as she felt the forest spinning around her. The mansion was still in the distance and it helped her push forward. Then something growled loudly and she snapped her neck to the right.

"Ahh!" She yelped at the throbbing.

The excruciating pain wasn't her only problem though; a large grey furred wolf was baring its mouth full of razor sharp teeth at her. She gasped and tried to slowly back away. It locked its attention on her and took one step forward for every step she took back. It growled and the drool from its mouth leaked on to the leaves below. Her nightmare of her previous wolf chase had returned. She had forgotten about what terrors lived in these woods besides the man in the mansion. Elena was frozen.

"Shhh, good wolf." Her voice was soft and condoning.

Hoping her approach would ward him off; it only made it keener to lung at her. Elena closed her eyes knowing Damon had been right. She should have been careful of what she wished. Death was eminent.

It barked and howled as it flew into the air. She covered her face and waited for the impact, for the bite, but it never came. The wolf whimpered and cried as something intervened. Elena opened her eyes and saw something brawling with the wolf. It was large and it hissed at it. The wolf had it pinned to the ground as it fought it off. It was Damon.

He pushed with his hands up on the chest of the wolf keeping it from getting its jaw anywhere near his face. Every time the wolf snapped, he pushed harder. The paws of the wolf scratched his arms and his chest. Damon wailed with agony. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. A man fighting an animal, but he wasn't a man. He was a beast. Two beasts fighting each other till the death. Maybe it wasn't as odd as she thought.

The loud crack and whine of the wolf echoed in the woods. Its body became limp and Damon threw it to the side. Motionless and with a gapping mouth, Elena paralyzed by what she had just saw, what she had just went through gazed at Damon.

He had saved her.